Back at work today after a week of absence. It doesn't get easier walking on the concrete-hard floors. My back is in agony. My boss has told me he plans to give me more hours starting in September, doing day shifts instead of my usual closes. This means that every penny I earn will go to paying childcare, but at least in a couple of months I will qualify for Maternity benefits when bean #2
I'm unbelievably exhausted still, but unable to sleep at night. My mind is going crazy, listing all the THINGS I want to do before I have another infant attached to me. (Well, I suppose it's ALREADY attached to me, but you know what I mean, right?) My husband is awesome about getting projects started, and to the point where they function and are livable, but the detailed finishing is something he does not excel at. There is a new pantry, but it has a) no shelves b)no trim c) no doors. Just an unused brand-new pantry, mocking me. Until that pantry is finished, the things in the cupboards must stay where they are. And I can't get the dishwasher I bought THREE MONTHS AGO out of the driveway (so ghetto trailer trash, I know!) until the cupboards have been emptied. Discouraging.
But on an up note, I'm still not feeling any morning sickness. By this point in my last pregnancy I was GREEN (literally, green. To the point where strangers were telling me I should go lie down because my face. was. GREEN) and stayed that way until I was well past 12 weeks. So far I'm past the 7 week point, so I'm thinking this baby might be easier on me, vomit-wise. My body aches, though. My upper back has never given me grief before, and now it hurts, hurts, hurts.
I even traded husband even-steven minutes one minute of back rub = one minute of oral sex. (I use blowjobs as currency with alarming frequency!)
I therefore got the longest backrub EVER out of him, a whole 15 minutes. And then he complained that his hands hurt.
The new baby is due in April, and I think I already have a favorite boys name. It's the name Zoë would have had is she had been a boy: Valen. The other night I woke up from that pleasant half-asleep-but-dreaming feeling with a certainty that I knew our babies name: Valen Blue
Valen Blue Shypitka
What do you all think out there? My family thinks I'm crazy, and hubby isn't sold on Blue, but I'm SURE. So I'm just fishing for opinions.