Will and I are in hiberation mode. We have not stayed home this much since he was a newborn. I am fighting The Crud and he is a sick lil' pup. His fever is back up to 102 with Tylenol. We took a bath together and he fell asleep leaning against my knee. Every time he sneezes, a boatload of yuck comes out, which is actually a good thing, I think. Usually, when he has a sinus infection, nothing comes out, it all gets plugged up in his head, so I am glad for the snot. He just wants to snuggle, read books, and play with quiet toys. It's actually been kind of nice, alnost a return to the snuggly, cuddly newborn days.
The bad part is that I am remembering what kind of drove me nuts about the newborn days. . . not getting anything done. My house is looking rather cluttered and in need of a good vacuum. It's not a big deal for a few days, but it reminds me how housework really piles up in a relatively short period of time.
I have been having the occasional panicky moments thinking about Emma's impending arrival. I am nervous about my physical recovery and what I will not be able to do to do as far as Will's care. I am anxious about being stretched so thin and making sure that both of my children get what they need from me and that I don't lose my sanity in the process. I am stressed about the piles of laundry, the dishes, the unmade beds, and the unswept floors.
I realize that these are good things to be worried about and I wouldn't trade the chance to be a mom to two for all of the clean houses in the world. I also know that it will only be temporary and that I will gain my equilibrium eventually. It's all worth it, but I am eager for any tips of the more experienced moms and dads out there who can help make it just a bit easier. So, fire away!