Plenty of tears were shed this morning as we dropped off the little man at our sitter's house. Whew... I never knew it would be THAT hard to leave him. From the looks of a photo on Facebook and the status updates from Amanda (our sitter) - it looks like he's having a much easier day that I am - which is good.
It's interesting because I can think back to some days where I wondered about the sanity of what we'd done to change our lives... and then the last few days as the reality of having to go back to work became a painful reminder of just how in 8 short weeks... James has become one of the two most important people in my life.
Eight weeks ago - life was incredibly different... it was entirely of our own making and there wasn't a baby... much less a second baby on the horizon... but it was emptier. Babies at 8 weeks old can't do much... but boy when they give you on of those smiles or snuggle up to you for a nap... trust me when I tell you that you're as good as done in that moment.
As of right now - there are only 3.5 more hours until I get to leave to see that little guy again, and I can't wait!
In other news, any of you that have been around a while won't be shocked to hear that nothing at my office has changed in the slightest little bit - same old stuff. Which I guess is hard because I've changed so profoundly - I think that I just expect too much sometimes from the people that I am surrounded by. Meaning that I typically expect them to act human, but rarely is that the case.
The news of baby #2 did not go over very well... but what can you do? He/She is coming in October and there isn't anything anyone can do about it... it's a miracle and if they can't be happy about it - that's their loss, right?
I will try to get you guys caught up with photos and things as soon as I can... bare with me as we try to get into a routine this week!