4 months!

I can't believe my baby will be 4 months old tomorrow!  Where has the time gone?  He isn't that little newborn anymore.  He's a big boy.  He can roll over from tummy to back, although he doesn't like to do it while Mommy & Daddy are watching or have a camera ready.  Daddy has yet to see it happen, but knows it did because he was sitting on the couch with Little Man on his belly--looked up and he was on his back!  Ha, ha...sneaky Little Man.

Last Thursday Little Man and I went to visit his birthday buddy, Cayden.  They are so cute together!  You can tell they are similar in size, but they are built so different!  Cayden is solid and all around the middle while Little Man is long.  Little Man actually seems smaller, but I think it is because his weight is distributed out over an extra inch or so.  I'm sure Cayden will catch up on height, but I am not sure when.  They both go in for their 4-month appointments this week, so we shall see how close they are. :)

The boys were very good and Little Man even napped for over an hour!  I couldn't believe it!  Just before we left, we put the boys on the couch next to each other and got a few pictures.  Little Man gave plenty of funny faces while Cayden was either serious or smiling.  He smiled lots when he looked at his mommy.

Chiara and I are both lucky to have such adorable little boys!  I am so excited to see them get bigger and really begin to play with each other and have real play dates rather than mommy chat time.

The one downside to the 4-month mark is the sleep regression.  Little Man still sleeps through the night, but getting him to bed has become a chore.  He might be tired, but it takes nearly an hour to get him to fall asleep.  He will talk to his mobile for a while, then get mad when it turns off.  He pulls his pacifier out and holds on to it and cries because he wants it back in.  I try so hard not to pick him up out of the crib.  Most of the time I don't, but occasionally after an hour or so one of us breaks and picks him up.  He easily falls asleep while one of us is holding him, but we can't do that for the next 18 years. 

Napping is almost as bad.  I'm not good about just putting him down for a nap, though.  I tend to lay down with him and nap right along side him a lot.  Or Daddy does.  He gets lots of cuddly naps.  He has been napping longer the last week as well.  His 30 minute naps have turned into hour long naps and are only 2-3 times a day as opposed to 5-6 times a day.  I'm not sure which I like better.  I can get more done with long naps, but he wakes up cranky and wants to eat right away.  Short naps make for a happy baby that just wants to smile and get hugs when waking.  He isn't in a hurry to eat with short naps.  Hmm...I think I like a happy baby better.

This also marks my last week home before going back to work.  Little Man will start daycare 3 days a week next Monday.  I am sure he will do fine, but me, not so much.  I'm a wreck just thinking about it.  I love being home with my Little Man.  I am going to look forward to Tuesday and Thursday of every week.

So, I will enjoy every minute of this last week...pictures tomorrow morning, doctor (and vaccinations) on Tuesday, free day on Wednesday, and Nana & Papa arrive on Thursday.  My birthday is Saturday, so I will celebrate with my whole family!

Happy Anniversary!

Today Matt & I have been married for 8 years!  It also marks the first day we officially started "trying" to start a family.  Those first few months don't really count as there was no way I was going to get pregnant when I wasn't cycling one bit.  I started taking metformin 6 months later in hopes of it helping me ovulate.  No such luck with it, either.  Six months later we added clomid.  We spent 6 months trying to make clomid work, but all it did was make me sick.  Then it was on to the fertility specialist.  It was another year and a half of trying injectible medications with IUIs.  I ovulated and even got pregnant 3 times, but all of them failed quickly.

IVF came next.  It was a success until we lost the twins at 5 months along.  That was only a month before our 4th anniversary.  We spent the next 3 anniversaries just the two of us with little hope of adding to our family.

Last year I had given up hope on ever getting pregnant again.  Around our anniversary I decided that I was up for one more shot.  I had spent months working on myself...I lost weight, I decided to start working out with a trainer, I started to see a counselor.  I was feeling so much better.  So, we would give it one more go...

This year we went to our annual anniversary dinner at La Fondue as a threesome.  Colin was wonderful.  Even though we went during the "witching hour" where he has been horribly fussy, he stayed rather calm and even napped on and off.  He barely made a peep through our whole 2 hour dinner.  Compared to the little 2-year-old boy sitting next to us, Colin was an angel.

Next year we might not be so lucky with Colin's temperament, but we are still the luckiest people in the world to be his parents.

Today's revelation:  Propping up Colin's bottle so the he "feeds" himself makes it easy for me to make my own lunch and eat while he does. :)