Mommy-mobile!

Bringing home Ben from the hospital was an awesome day! For starters, we honestly didn't think we'd get to leave until the next day. We were thrilled to come home a little early, if only to get even a few minutes of sleep extra without a nurse coming in to check on me or Ben! 

Once we'd been discharged and were loading up the car in the parking garage I took my traditional mommy seat in the back next to the carseat with Ben. It was then, in that moment that our Focus suddenly became A LOT smaller. Sitting in the backseat I suddenly realized just how little space there was. And we didn't even have all of the stuff in there!

A few days later as Alex loaded up the stroller for our checkup the car got even smaller. The stroller took up the entire trunk of the car. I know, I know "he's not going to be in it forever" but we're planning more kids in the future, at some point there would be two kids, in carseats, and the need for a double stroller possibly. And all that wasn't going to fit in the back of the Focus! 

So we started researching and online shopping and finally last night we went to a dealer to "look." Needless to say we stopped looking and started buying once we'd found the right one, and although I didn't really want a red car, this gal was too good to pass up! 

            2013 Ford Edge :-) 

The plans I didn't keep...

I get six weeks of maternity leave and I had all these plans about what I would do with all the non work time I'd have. I'd read the books I have on my iPad, I'd straiten up the house, finish Ben's room ( or organize it), start researching for my final masters class. 

So far I've done none of the above. I have however become quite good at putting on makeup one handed and making coffee while nursing a ten pound munchkin. I've caught the first twenty minutes of "Live with Kelly and Michael" almost every morning and got suckered in to watching "Pitbulls and Parolees" so much that I'm now a devoted fan and am one episode away from adopting one if Tia's brood from Vialobos (they're  just misunderstood pups after all). I've changed God only knows how many diapers, sang every TV theme song I can think of to calm my son down (Community and Gilmore Girls are particular faves) and I've gone to a bunch of doctor appointments.

I do get to the grocery, I've gotten this kid to Mass every Sunday so far, and I don't feel as tired as I used too. My body is already getting me up before the baby does. 

I've learned that making plans now revolves around B, the cutest little guy in town, and I'm ok with that :-)