Paul had the last four days off, so my already unscheduled days became even more unscheduled. Paul's the best, and let me sleep in every morning the last four days until well past 11am. The problem is that I began to stay up until about 2am and now I'm in the worst sleeping pattern. So I told Paul, "Make sure I get out of bed before you leave on Tuesday!" and he kept his word. I'm awake even if Evy isn't.
Speaking of Evy, she was a bit out of character yesterday afternoon & continued to be through this morning. Late yesterday afternoon she was really fussy, and no matter how many times I nursed her and she feel asleep, once she woke up she was upset and wanted to nurse again. No amount of rocking, swaddling, or back patting was working. It was so unlike her, I was caught off guard and it stressed me out a bit. Once we finally got her to calm down, around 9pm or so, she fell into a very deep sleep (I moved her from her swing around 10:30 to change her diaper and clothes for bed and she still didn't wake up) and didn't wake up until nearly after 8am this morning! Now, while its common for Evy to sleep through the night, that's usually under certain circumstances; bath, followed by nursing, followed promptly by bed but we don't start the routine until around 10:30pm so she's not even falling asleep until 11pm or so. Even then she occasionally wakes up around 5am to nurse and then naps until 7:30am. So imagine my surprise to wake up this morning not to the sound of a crying baby. I was so surprised I was actually worried - SIDS started flashing through my mind but the moment Paul peeked his head into the nursery she sneezed in her sleep. I figure it was just a bout of cluster feedings - something my breastfeeding book talked about.
My only serious goal for this week, my last week of maternity leave, is to get myself together - physically. Get my hair cut, make sure I have clothes that fit for work, and get myself on a decent sleeping schedule. Saturday I met my sister at the mall and by the time I'd walked a short distance through the crowds, I felt terrible about myself. I didn't like the shirt I was wearing as it made me feel fat even though I really am not that concerned with my weight right now, I've been unhappy with my hair for about 2 months now and it didn't help I hadn't washed it that morning, and because Evy is so freakin' cute (and I swear, every woman seems to be in baby fever these days) everyone who passed made sure to stare at us extra long and take in the whole train wreck. I made my sister stop into Old Navy with me just to pick up a new shirt and even though I'd never do this normally (phobia), I wore the shirt for the rest of the day even though I hadn't washed it yet. Needless to say, I have to spend some time getting myself together before going back to work.
Oh, and another reason I have to buy some new clothes is because I have nothing good for summer! My one pair of shorts that I do own (and love) don't fit right now, my sandals need to be replaced, and I lack a bathing suit. I discovered all of this yesterday, when trying to get ready for a pool party. Paul & I were the only ones there in jean pants avoiding the pool - we looked really out of place.