Dwindling days

Monday, Josh goes back to work.

For the last three weeks, he has been doing a combination of taking some time off and working from home. But Sunday, the three of us head back to Bloomington. I have mixed feelings.

Part of me is a little excited. I have not been to Bloomington since Sept. 29. That's a long time to be away from Monicals. For those of you not in the know, it's just the greatest pizza place ever. I also am excited to go back to my pilates classes and for the spring weather, which is so much better away from Lake Michigan. And that about sums up what is good about Bloomington.

I am not looking forward to driving two hours each way, lugging all of our stuff up the stairs and being away from home. I got used to living in Chicago full-time when I was on bedrest. I have spent 22 weeks in this house. I have seen it go from a place with no walls to a pretty pimp setup. And now I have to leave it every week.

The alternative is staying here by myself. Because that would be fun. Me and a 1-month-old alone 24 hours a day. I think I would rather pull out my fingernails one by one.

But starting Monday, I will be alone with Jack all day. Which is a little scary. What are we possibly going to do all day? It's been nice to have Josh here the last month, because I can just give him Jack and take a shower or run out on an errand or blog uniterrupted. Not to mention, Josh has been staying up late for the 3 a.m. feeding and giving him a bottle so I can sleep.

I imagine that won't be much fun for him when he has to get up early. The last few weeks, we have all slept until noon every day. Jack gets up to eat at 6 and 9 a.m., but he goes right back to sleep. So our dirty little secret is that we get plenty of sleep. I was scared to tell the Internets for fear the sleep-deprived moms would boycott me or steal Jack because he is such a good sleeper. I was shamed.

So we commence with the Bloomington trips again. I sure hope Jack likes the car. Because that is going to be one long trip every week if he screams. It's bad enough we have the cats, who meow plaintively for some of the ride. If I have to listen to that, coupled with a crying baby, I might shoot myself.

I would post a new picture of Jack sleeping, because everyone likes an illustration, but my new laptop won't let me FTP. The hell? I have asked Josh to fix it by working his magic. It just hangs after it connects. Hopefully we can remedy that so people can get them their Jack fix.