Here are the pictures of Logan and Raleigh from the Arboretum from Andrew's camera. We are excited for Blooms this sping and the warmer weather so we can get some fun shots.
I weighed Logan today - 14.1 pounds. That's 1/2 lb per week since we brought him home. Logan has always been a pokey eater, so today I upgraded him to the level 2 nipple on his bottles. What a great move! I bought myself at least an extra hour a day. And he didn't spit up as much either.
So I have two more days at home with my sweet baby and then I return to work on Thursday. I'm full of so many different emotions - nervous, sad, excited, clueless, and so much more. I couldn't change his diaper, read him a book, sing him a song, give him a bath or bottle, or talk to him today without thinking about how much I'm going to miss spending so much time with him every day. He is my little buddy and I'm sad that I won't be with him all day every day. I'm nervous that we won't be as close since I'll be a working mom. I'm scared he'll get so comfortable at daycare that he will actually start preferring it to being home with me. I feel clueless about how to adapt our routine to be out of the door by 6:50 am every morning fed and dressed, with bottles and changes of clothes to boot. I'm not seeking pitty, internet, I'm just sharing my feelings. I know Logan will love me more than daycare and that we will quickly adapt to our new schedule and that I can still be a good mom and work. I'm just venting. . .
On the other hand, there's work. I'm excited to get dressed up every morning again (although I'm sure that will wear off once I cycle through all my good clothes). I'm really looking forward to being with adults all day. I can't wait to catch up on all the good work gossip. I'm nervous that I won't remember how do my job and that "mom brain" will get the best of me. I'm terrified that I'll have so much catch-up work to do that I will be very stressed and unable to leave on time to pick up my happy baby. I love my job. I wouldn't be going back to it if I didn't. I'll let you know how it goes.
Until Thursday. . . .