The weekend

It's Friday night and we're home for the weekend to relax from a very long week. Andy finished school and is now on maternity leave. We celebrated with a nice bottle of wine, some pizza and a family slow dance to The Beatles "Julia" in our kitchen. It was a really nice moment, just the three of us.

It's been weighing on me to know that it's not just gonna be sweet, little Oscar. I've got to split my energy and that bums me out, at times. I give so much to him, without complaint. I love it. And to think I have to take away from that, makes me kind of melancholy.

And let's not forget the fact that loving and adoring a child is tiring. I am having a hard time imagining what two kids will feel like. I had a moment earlier tonight trying to envision a crying baby while Oscar is doing his rambling rant of random thoughts during dinner. The whole scenario made me a little queasy, I'm not gonna lie.

Andy just got out of the tub. Just a few 40 week twinges reported, so nothing major as of Friday at 9:10pm.