1) I haven’t written one thing in Brian’s baby book yet. I’ve shoved a few things into the beginning of the book, like his ultrasound photos and other keepsakes, but I really should be keeping track of his milestones better. To this day, I love looking through my own baby book and maybe someday he’ll want to look through his own.
2) I’m still rocking maternity jeans. And sometimes, maternity underwear.
3) I feel really lazy when I see all the Pinterest posts about how easy it is to make your own baby food. Besides mashing up bananas with a spoon, I haven’t made any of my own baby food, and I’m probably going to just continue feeding Brian from jars. I buy organic baby food, but I still feel guilty about not making it myself.
4) Brian is bottle fed. Yup, that means I’m a formula feeder. I planned on breastfeeding and gave it my best, but the day I switched from breastfeeding to formula feeding, my postpartum anxiety pretty much disappeared.
5) I would love to be pregnant again by the end of the year.
6) I have no desire to have an unmedicated delivery. Having an epidural for Brian’s birth was pretty much mandatory for me, and it will be for any subsequent births, too.
7) I still have to write thank you notes to a few people who gave us gifts after Brian was born. This is going to mortify my mom.
8) Speaking of my mom… she helps me out with Brian’s laundry more often than I’d like to admit. She’s like the laundry fairy: she comes to our house, takes his laundry, and brings it back clean and folded. This is priceless.
9) I use disposable diapers. Cloth diapering just isn’t for me. As I said above, I can’t keep up with the laundry as it is. The hashtag #makeclothmainstream makes me feel like I should be feeling guilty for using disposables. (Yay, more guilt!)
10) I haven’t given any thought to what Brian is going to be for Halloween. Or what we’re going to get him for Christmas. Or what the theme of his first birthday party will be. I seem to be behind the eight ball on these things, as compared to some of the moms in my birth club. But I’m okay with that. This boy is loved beyond words, and that’s what is most important to me.