Has it really been since February?
I admit, it was really nice to not have blogging on the table for a while. But now that I have less than 24 hours left of the girls school year, I am clearly seeing the foreboding gap in my schedule. And so it's back to you, blog. It's always back to you.
I have actually been wanting/meaning to update for a few weeks now because I feel like you guys have all GOT to know. I am still pregnant (very, 37 weeks plus 1 day exactly), and everything other than that is pretty much the same.
Peep my growth via carefully staged photo booth means.
See? Same old me. Same old baby chewing on some nasty "cherry" flavored baby Tylenol. Same old fitted sheet never pulled down over the mattress properly.
Missed U, 2.
Nature has clearly been prepping us for newborndom by swapping out our old, reliable sleeping baby for one that wakes up inconsolably, for sometimes hours at a time, about 4 nights a week on average since about 6 weeks ago. I often find my bed empty and giant Kirby balled up on the couch with a tiny throw blanket over him and an empty milk bottle nearby and his alarm clock beep beep beeping and I know what has gone down. It is very sad but also very nice because it means he let me sleep instead and I love him for that.
Our kids are also back in full swing, pee-the-bed-every-night mode which is a seasonal favorite around here.
We got the top 4 kids a double bunk bed set up which I requested as a Mother's Day prezzie complete with full installation (#nesting). This meant that by the time K and I were halfway done with building bunk bed set number two, we had resorted to lowering tiny children outside via open bedroom windows and throwing loaves of bread at them and issuing ridiculous, desperate, empty threats to get them to leave us alone while we speed-finished. Ikea, bringing us ever closer with that flat pack, self-assembly.
I am fully into the Bachelor/ette franchise as of this year and am super excited to spend my postpartum days fully entrenched in abc.com glory. I am really hoping for Shawn aka Ryan Gosling to win it or at least get very far and I am hoping the "Healer" stays around for a long enough time to drop some more deep, spiritual thoughts re life and love in our laps. I also hope he shows up again with a random, unexplained black eye. That was the best.
Onto other muy importante subjects... I have committed myself to not one but TWO decisions that might make you wonder who is this new Blythe and what has she done with the old one??!
(SHE HAS BEEN SUPPRESSED) jkjk
1. I am having this baby in a hospital complete with the intention of getting an epidural. My first hospital birth!! My first medicated birth! Whoa! I am excited but also intimidated and a little (lot) nervous. Pack a bag?? Drive somewhere?! Wha?? Huh? Any tips for a first timer? Give me what you got and pls no I was paralyzed due to my epidural horror stories. I feel quite ok with pulling my "get out of jail free" card with this baby. I'm ready for a little numbness.
2. We are sending Johnny to school in the Fall! Actual, real-life school. After much hemming and hawing about what to do next year, I came to the realization that I would really love at least another year to homeschool the girls and that the real, tricky part of the whole equation was/is the boy. The energetic, bouncy, Tom Sawyery boy that needs to be inspired at all times by his sisters or else he is rifling through the fridge/getting on the roof/breaking a window, etc. Our school days are mostly always filled with special Johnny flavored interruptions or special mom-losing-her-shit-at-Johnny interruptions and so I began to consider just putting him in school and keeping the girls home for another year. And then the light bulb clicked and I remembered there is a little, sweet, church school just one short block away that I drive past on the daily. And it's half day, and I can walk there in 2 minutes, and I can even see it from our front yard... so... what are we waiting for?
I admit I felt really funny and weird about shipping someone off to school. But one day, while I was in the midst of feeling not so sure, I heard Peter fussing in the living room and so I went to check on him only to find big brother J smearing an entire tub of yogurt on little baby bro. And in that moment I realized that school was EXACTLY where Johnny boy needed to spend his M-F/8-12. And thus, John C. Fike became the first Fike to be pre-expelled from homeschool. Who knew that was even a thing?
Hmmm. I guess there is a lot more to say but that's what blogs are for. Aren't you glad...
Missed you guys, for real.