Chris started his new business this week: lawn care. He's been out every day taking care of some long-overdue-for-a-mow properties that a property management company hired him to handle. I think in a few cases they haven't been mowed in months, multiple. Chris is coming home telling me stories of weeds as tall as him in a side yard; 3 passes over one lawn just to get it down to a manageable height, and overgrown brambles. So he's been working his butt off during the day, coming home to eat & nap, then going to his night job. I'm so proud of him for being motivated enough to handle this; it will help us out so much when I'm on maternity leave with a reduced income. It just sucks that we don't get much family time right now.
Meanwhile, Kawika has started day care. He still goes to my mom's three days per week, but the other two he's enrolled in a local center. He's only gone twice now, and drop off this morning was rough for us both. I think the first day I dropped him off he didn't realize I was going to LEAVE him there. We'd visited twice before and I was there with him while he played. This morning, he knew I was leaving and was NOT okay with it. I finally just had to hand him to his teacher and watch the sobbing start. It's heartbreaking, seeing your sweet little baby's face crumple up, the tears start flowing, the chubby little hands reaching out for you... it just makes me sick remembering. I hope he's cheered up a little. I hope he has fun with the other kids and interacts and gets to play with new, fun things that will make him forget he was so sad. I don't have much hope for this, though. When I picked him up after day 1, he was tired, whiny, hungry, and his eyes were all red like he'd been crying a lot more than they said he was. I hope this transition phase doesn't last long. I can't handle more days of crying all the way to work.
I'm exhausted. I'm almost 35 weeks along now, and very uncomfortable.
|Taken at work after I dropped K off at day care for the first time|
I get a lot of Braxton-Hicks contractions. I think they're doing something too, because it looks like I've been losing pieces of my plug. I know it can and likely will regenerate at this point, but that doesn't mean it's not exciting nonetheless! I had a dream last night that I went into labor and didn't have anything packed for the hospital. I think my subconscious is telling me to get on the ball.
On a happier note, we are going camping this weekend. It's Labor Day (ominous foreshadowing?) weekend, which means 3 days off work. I can't even express how happy I am that we are going away as a family to get some quality time together. I just wanna snuggle the crap out of my boy while I still have extra time and empty arms.
|After a pretty successful attempt at feeding himself his own PB&J sandwich|