7 Months Ago

So everytime I read Nancy's blog, I get inspired to update my own blog but I just can't keep up. My last post was 7 months ago and there has been a plethora of changes I'm not sure I've got the time to list in detail since I'm online on borrowed time. I did not intend to take a 2-hour nap but being a mother is a 24/7 job that requires a lot of rest especially in the daytime. But that much-needed nap is preventing me from getting my much-needed sleep. So instead of tossing and turning in bed, I thought I'd try this thing again while my ears are alert for any sound and indication of Tyler wanting his mommy. So I'll start typing but I doubt I'll finish...

7 months ago, I was 8 months pregnant. Now, my son, born on April 30, 2009 at 7 lbs and 11 oz, is almost 6 months old. I was due May 10th but due to some complications (the baby's movements decreased significantly causing us alarm and my constant visit to the hospital before work), I was scheduled to be induced at 7am on April 30th. But I didn't have to be. 1am that day while sleeping, Tyler decided himself it was time. So we rushed to the hospital at 2 in the morning and I had Tyler that day after 15 hours of labor, 2 hours of pushing included. I can't tell you how much childbirth kicked my ass! But I can tell you right now that I am not planning on having another baby for a while. It's true what they say though, at the end, hearing your pink baby's little cries for the first time make everything so much better.

7 months ago, I made constant trips to the library and read a number of books per week. Now, I'm lucky if I can get a page in in a day. Although I did finish Twilight finally after putting off the reading for a long time and I had a chance to watch the movie today. I am now reading New Moon. I am not crazy about this little story as other people are out there, I think it's overrated, but that's just me. Maybe because I am really not into vampire stuff or maybe I'd really prefer reading stories about people my age, not 10 years my junior. But because I can never find the time to visit the library and I'm too cheap to buy books I'll read one time and never touch again, I read what I have on my shelf (and I have all the Twilight Saga, thanks to my Aunt who is crazy about it). I'll keep reading, maybe I will change my opinion.

7 months ago, I was 26, I turned 27 last month. There's really nothing special about turning another year older. I don't know when I stopped caring about my birthday, and I don't remember the last time I looked forward to it. Although I did get some cool stuff -- my pink Vaio laptop being on top of the list from Tony.

7 months ago, I had a paying job, now I'm a full-time housewife and mommy. Money is very scarce but our options were limited. I asked my boss if I could work at home but I guess I didn't impress them very much with my performance that I was turned down. Not wanting my son in child care or be taken care of by anybody else, I had no choice but to resign. I truly loved THQ, it's the only company I've worked for I have high respects for, my boss included. I love being a mother and Tyler is the apple of my eye, but having a baby really does come with a load of responsibilities. I must say, my current job is a lot more demanding and tiring. I work all shifts, graveyard included and breaks are almost always non-existent. Poor Tony has to provide for all of us, so he takes extra jobs like coaching volleyball and giving golf lessons as much as possible. Which also means I can't pass on my job to him when he gets home. The really only guaranteed time now I've got to myself are during my showers as long as I try not to peek out of the shower curtains to see Tyler in his swing waiting for me to finish.

More responsibilities plus old age equal deterioration. My body has never ached more. Like right now, I just don't know how to arch my back to alleviate this backpain that's been bugging me. I once slept funny on my wrist and it's been hurting since that I can't even dial with my left hand. I've got no time to care for myself that I lost all confidence I was once oozing with. But despite all this, I've got to say I'm very, very lucky. I have a very loving husband who thinks I'm still the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on and a healthy baby whose smile just washes any pain away.