I’m not really sure.
It wasn’t that long ago that I was bitching about how freaking huge I felt and how I couldn’t wait to get that little guy out.
Now – he’s 8 weeks old, smiling, holding his head up and still not sleeping through the night.
I am exhausted.
But there are things to look forward to. Sept 12 and Sept 14.
First off….Sept 14th is the reason for Sept 12th. The 14th is my birthday. I will be 36 – not officially cougar (for Cook) status but getting there. Avery goes back to school on the 14th – could I ask for a better present.
But the 12th is THE PARTY! If my BFF Shannie wasn’t knocked up – she’d be here (YOU KNOW YOU WOULD BE!). But that party will have to wait for another time. (Yo – we need to stop popping out kids and have a girls only weekend again – Olivia the Pony is ready.)
The concept for a party started on crazy night at the bar with Hubby’s co-worker and talk about Lady Gaga. (I wanna take a ride on your disco stick) And it spun out of control from there. It’s going to be a blast.
But I can’t help but wonder – where did the time go? When did I get to be 36, married with 2 kids? When did Avery get to be a Big Girl? How is Carson 2 months old?
Can someone please tell me?