Yesterday Henry had his belated (thanks to the holidays) 2 month check up. At 11 weeks old, dude weighs 16 pounds, 4 ounces, placing him squarely in the giant end of the spectrum. He is a healthy boy and the only thing we are slightly concerned about is getting him to look to the left more. So, I'm switching up resting on shoulders, and lying him down in different directions.
After the appointment, and before picking Willa up from school, I decided to do a little shopping. I have $13 left on a Kohls gift card and my pocket felt like it was on fire. 90 minutes after walking in the door, I walked out with nothing.
Except a little anxiety.
On the 19th, I go back to work. This maternity leave has been lovely. I am bonded with my new baby. Jim and I got to spend a lot of time together. Willa and I have done many art projects, snuggled during movies, and baked dozens of Christmas cookies. I've had nice visits with my extended family, and have made mental "to-do" lists that have largely been left untouched due to a 16 pounder who is both charming and demanding. Here's the algebra on that one: 16 lbs(charm+demands) = 0 done.
Anyhow, back to work. When I go back, I don't have far to go. Due to staffing and budget changes, my office is now in my home (or, it will be soon). And there are some positives to this, I know... dinner started and laundry on my lunch hour... but there are a lot of negatives too. I like people, and with the exception of my post partum hermitude (new word there), I like maintaining relationships and seeing people. There will not be a lot of folks going through my basement on business.
This combined with the weirdness of my post pregnancy 2 body (I'm 18 pounds less than prepregnancy which is a win, but no jeans in the history of pants fit me) left me uncertain of a purchase at Kohls. And none of the socks were calling my name.
I'm at a crossroads right now, and looking forward to seeing how this all pans out.