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Last week of Maternity Leave. And 13 weeks equals 3 months

Strange that it actually falls on the same day.  Three months really just means I'm going back to work. I contemplated more time unpaid but am choosing not to. I don't feel ready but I probably never will. I've been really anticommital these last 2 weeks and this upcoming weekend. Basically I just want to spend every second with her. I also just want to hold her constantly. I know bad habits starting. It will pass. She will go to daycare. I will cry and go to work. Cry some more. And probably cry every time I drop her off next week. Morning cocktail anyone?



It was a pretty good week. We had an early morning (before it was miserably hot) walk through the neighborhood and she held her head up the whole time. She was the exhausted and needed a nap. You forget it's actually really hard for a little person to do all that. We are learning our fine line of over stimulation and then sleep is harder. 

She definitely has the giggles now, which is adorable. We are working on more time with Dad. It's been a busy week for him at work so there wasn't a whole lot of time for bonding but we are working on it. She loves to see him and loves the sound of his voice. He's getting better at soothing her. Funny thing is he isn't used to her either. He sleeps in the other bed during the week because he has to get up and we don't. So on the weekends we are all in one bed and all her little sleeping noises wake him up and cause him to freak out. 

As she gets exposed to more people and the bottle, we are having trust issues. She will nurse and then release to look up and confirm it's me. She will do it a couple times and then she is convinced it's me. I'm really not sure why she would think someone with a boob in her mouth is anyone but me. 

 "Holding" the bottle
Didn't like this one the first 3 tries
Liked it today but never again...

Working out has been frustrating. There is a lot of crying and pauses. She isn't a great napper later in the day so I end up using her nap to get to the gym and then she is awake and cries the rest of the time. I was going to try and do workouts at home this week. And then came the realization that it's our last week and wanted to enjoy every minute. There's always next week. This wasn't a lazy or  lack of motivation deferral. It was simply enjoying the moment and realizing what's important. I'll actually be going to the gym before I pick her up from daycare next week so that should be a whole lot easier.


4th or 5th feeding at the gym

Morning cuteness


Working on  our selfies, very intense



Tears again.  
You can do anything you want when you grow up.

This is a 6mo onsie....
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