How large the baby-less apartment has become. When Brady traveled to my mom’s house for the weekend yesterday, I was sad to see him go, but thankful for the rest his absence would provide. But today, as I walk through his first home, something definitely feels missing. The lack of whining, the shortage of smiles, and the silence of the ever-operating swing he loves to sit in resonates a sadness in me- Brady’s not here.
And I am sad about it. What a way to spend my ‘break’.
What do I do with just me? I’m suddenly boring and old. I can’t take the jogging stroller out by itself and go for a run (I guess I could, but I’d look rather insane), and it’s no fun to go alone when it’s so cold out. I could clean- but ew.While I was pregnant I had lots of this kind of time, but I never felt well enough to do anything- and let’s face it- being as huge as I was it was hard to do anything but put food in my mouth. I could read a book now that I have two free hands and un-coveted attention, but what would I read? What am I even interested in? Babies? Bottles? A Pampers Diapers sizing chart?
I seem to have lost myself a bit in a sea of board books and baby blankets. I haven’t had much time to blog lately, which I have loved and missed doing. When the baby is here, sleep trumps every other independent activity. When he’s not…
I think I have some exploring to do.