I am so shitting my pants right now. My husband will be home in a mere 12 days! OMFG can I get an AHHHHHHHHH YO + an AMENNNNNNN!?!? I haven’t seen him since March 10th + I am pining to sniff behind his ear, have my toes popped, someone to take out the trash + babysit both dog + HP. Man, I am going to have THE LIFE for 18 days.

As excited as I am, it’s not enough to keep me awake at night; I have Miss Pocket if you’re nasty for that. That girl has been getting up 3+ times a night over the past few days + it’s making me wanna Google baby casserole recipes! I can’t tell if she’s teething, growing or just being a butthole for sport. Last night I let her fuss, fuss + fuss some more in the crib. I refused to go to her. I propped pillows up on either side of her so she couldn’t roll around + smash into the crib bars (cause for a majority of current HP sleep issues) + I nursed her around 930 when she woke up for the first time of many so I know she wasn’t hungry. HP never cried, just bitched all. damn. night. Just when I thought she was asleep I heard MMMM. MMMM. MMMMMM coming from down the hallway. Tonight I plan to close her bedroom door so I can sleep through the whines. Real cries can permeate the door, trust me. It’s time for someone to learn how to soothe her own damn self + more importantly, for me to semi-sleep like a normal human again.

She has been a she-beast all day, so mean that she wouldn’t even eat her some titty without fussin’ between chugs. I was resorted to making the biggest burrito ever:

I is swaddled!
I is swaddled!

Harry will be home so that leads me to believe I will get to take naps since he can occupy or take the baby out + about, but I don’t think there will be time for such heavenly treats. Our agenda is packed full of crap to do, it’s ridiculous. First + foremost, we need to pick up our new car, go to Myrtle Beach for a few days, go to the Baltimore Aquarim with his folks, go to church, take Maggie to Maymont to see the otters, go to the pumpkin patch, do whatever Halloween festivity there is to do, hopefully spend lots of quality time alone as a family here at the new apartment + make Harry Mars V. Whew! There is no time to rest, 18 days is just not enough.

If you noticed that last to-do, you will see I made my decision on whether or not to try for HP #2. I’ve decided that if I get pregnant then I get pregnant. It’s cool. If not, it’s okay too. Either way we are very blessed + if it’s the right time then it will happen.

You know the world needs a 5th generation of this:

My husband + his fellow asian pal ordered these, had them sent to Iraq. Bring the troops home, man. They're bored!

My husband + his fellow asian pal ordered these, had them sent to Iraq. Bring the troops home, man. They bored!