Rip Van Tinkle

When I was at this stage of pregnancy with Faith, I had lots of trouble with sleep and used to get up in the middle of the night often to get a snack or I was just awake for no reason. That was either anxiety related (I feel like you spend much of your first pregnancy freaking out because everything is so new) or this pregnancy is just different because I literally can't get enough sleep now. I sleep all night (except to stumble to the bathroom 2-3 times to pee) and still would nap for hours if I could.

This was me today:

This is an awesome state to be in when you're the adult in charge of a crazy 2 year old. I was overly excited for her nap time today, but my grand nap plans were foiled by phone calls and getting a delivery. I know you're feeling really sorry for me at this point, that's good. It was horrible. Don't worry, I've pretty much perfected the art of getting up to pee at night without even waking up, so I can just go to bed early and hopefully wake up feeling more rested.

My prenatal appointment this morning was uneventful, everything looks good and the doctor didn't have anything to say other than mocking me for my lopsided stomach. This is why he's my favorite doctor, he speaks my language.

It's only lopsided when she's jamming her butt out to one side. Faith did the same thing and it even amused the nurses in Labor and Delivery. At least I know she's head down (unless that's actually her head, but let's hope she's not being a butthead like that...haha get it? I kill myself).

Baby butt at 1 o'clock

That picture also illustrates what happens when I dare to take Faith to the park on a nice day. She was disgusted by the presence of commoners and demanded to be removed from their company. I guess those 2 days of school aren't paying off yet in getting her socialized, but I managed to get her to have some fun playing with a puzzle away from the other kids.

I prefer intellectual pursuits anyway, yelling and running are so pedestrian. 

There is always one kid at the park like this:

When that overly friendly kid came up to Faith, she was actually pleasant to her and even shook her hand. I think that counts as progress, but only if you have really, really low standards. Everyone always says how much Faith looks like my husband and I think she may have inherited one of his most hilarious (to me) personality quirks. This is my husband at work in a nutshell:

So basically, Faith is a toddler Ron Swanson. I may be fighting an uphill battle here, but I'm not giving up on trying to get her to socialize with other toddlers. She just needs to find one toddler that she likes and that can be her gateway into their world. If nothing else, she'll have to deal with her little sister. That should be fun for everyone involved.


Do you like to make friends at work and discuss your non-work life with them, or are you like my husband and only like to talk about work at work?