i never thought...

 

that i'd want to be a stay-at-home mom until this goofball made his debut.

 

 

 

i love my job, but i go back to work the day after tomorrow and

i'm absolutely dreading it.  we've been to the daycare, and it looks

great.  i know they'll take care of him, but for some reason that

just doesn't make me feel a whole lot better.  mostly because i want

to be with him 24-7 teaching him how to sit up in his bumbo...

 

 

and doing photo shoots...

 

 

and making afternoon trips to visit the grandmas.

 

 

 

 

i took him to get his 2-month shots this week, and it was torture

for both of us.  i've never seen or heard such a sad cry.  i wanted

to punch the nurse right in the nose, but my common sense held

back my motherly instinct to do so.  barely.

 

 

 

much like his sad little cry after getting shots, the mere thought of

dropping him off on monday morning is breaking me heart.

 

richard keeps trying to convince me that the anticipation will be

much worse than the actual experience.  i hope he's right, but i highly

doubt it.  luckily i've been ignoring the fact that maternity leave would

ever end, so this is the first week that i've really been worried about it.

i've just gotten to enjoy nine amazing weeks with my little sweetie, and

i can easily say they've been the best 9 weeks of my life.  hands down.

 

whether i want to or not i'll be going to work on monday.  but i can't

promise that i'll actually be working rather than coming up with a new

budget for us so that i don't have to go back again on tuesday.  woof.