I am going to take my husband on a cruise in October.

I guess we really need to get serious about losing weight.

He is stressed out about money and his job and just life in general so he needs a vacation. I do too.

I think that Avery laughed today. She was asleep but I SWEAR she chuckled a little bit.

She and I are going to start some sleep training next week. I am going to get her out of my bed. She hates her crib and that is unacceptable! I miss my husband and I want to snuggle with him again so that means that Avery’s gotta go…. back to her own room. We decorated her room and it’s fabulous and she has never slept in it. I don’t believe in the “cry it out” method and I will do what feels right for Avery and me in order to be successful. (CLICK HERE for a stellar explanation against CIO @phdinparenting)

Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE co-sleeping with Avery. She’s so warm and snuggly and having her right next to me makes her night feedings super easy. Also, she falls asleep whilst nursing so obviously having her in bed with me makes it easy because I don’t have to move her once she’s asleep. It’s going to be tough but I truly feel that it’s important for Avery’s mom and dad (ie – JuJu and me) to have a strong, loving, and intimate relationship. It’s kinda hard to do that when there’s a baby in our bed and I’m holding her instead of my husband.

Okay, let’s face it. I miss having sex. And my child isn’t going to feel detached and unloved because she sleeps in a different room than we do. It will take some time and I anticipate that I will be sleeping in her room for awhile so that while we’re adjusting to it and she cries every time I put her down she won’t wake up her dad. Lucky for me the world’s best napping sofa is in her room so I won’t be totally sleep deprived.

I actually want to start the ‘training’ tonight but she and I are going out of town this weekend so it would be stupid to do something for two nights and then stop for two nights. I don’t want to confuse her. I am going to make this as painless as possible for her and for me. I can’t stand to hear her cry. Not only does it break my heart but it makes my nipples hurt.

My in-laws are visiting from Oklahoma this weekend. I sorta cleaned the house but not really. It wasn’t that messy to begin with but we have small piles of junk that accumulate on the coffee table and behind the sofa. I would assume that they don’t care what our apartment looks like because they know that we like, JUST had a baby and when I’m not taking care of her I’m exhausted. There are two baskets full of laundry in our bedroom that need to be put away. We have a double sink and one of them is full of dirty dishes. The kitchen floor needs to be swept. The living room needs to be vacuumed. I just have no energy today. OR EVER. It would be nice to hand her off to someone else for a night so I can get some sleep but I can’t imagine her not being next to me no matter how desperate for sleep I get. I’ve looked online at some other moms’ sleep schedules for their newborns and comparatively Peanut’s sleeping schedule is wonky in my opinion. Her schedule is as follows:

5:00 am – wake up and eat

6:00 – 8:00 – sleep (both of us)

8:00 am – wake up and eat

11:00 am – eat again

12:00 – 15:00 – naptime (for her, not me)

15:00 – wake up and eat

19:00 – 22:00 – sleep (again, just her, not me)

22:00 – wake up and eat

1:00 am – eat again

2:00 am – 5:00 am – sleep (both of us!)

My goal starting next week is to start establishing a routine for Peanut and me. Wish me luck. It’s going to be tough but so help me we will nail it so that mommy can get some sleep.

I can’t decide which format in which to put Peanut’s age in the blog titles.

WHOCARES.

Should I really be doing it? Can’t I just do it for milestone ages? Whatever. I’m retarded.

Jacob and I start our diet tomorrow. We have our goal jeans laid out and just for fun (or to make myself feel bad) I took my current jeans (the ones I bought a couple of weeks ago) and compared them to my goal jeans.

That. Is. Depressing. My current jeans have what I always referred to as the HUGE MOM ASS and I can’t believe that I actually own such a pair of jeans. I’ve got to lose weight! If I am brave enough I might put a weight loss tracker on the blog but I don’t know yet…. I don’t know if I want to be faced with the number every time I go to my blog. Or whatever. I stand on the mother fucking scale everyday. Speaking of scales….

Peanut is now 8 lbs and 21 inches long! We weighed and measured her today. I can’t remember when we weighed her last but it seems like she’s right on track. She’s almost 6 weeks old and has gained 2.5 lbs and grown 2.5 inches since birth. That seems good to me! My dear pal Steph’s kiddo is 9 weeks old and has gained 6lbs. He was already 9 lbs at birth and now he’s a whopping 15 lbs. She breastfeeds exclusively (or he gets a bottle of expressed breast milk while mom’s at work) so she must be cranking out milk like a goddamned dairy cow. He’s gorgeous but he is definitely a HUGE FRICKIN’ BABY.

Anyway, hooray for babies that are gaining weight and hooray for JuJu and me for starting a diet tomorrow. I know we can do it.