Hard to Believe

Spiz is 7 weeks old today. Can you believe how fast the time has gone? He’s like a totally different person today than he was 7 weeks ago. He’s almost twice as big as he was and he’s at least ten times as happy. He has a lot less hair now, and even though his bald spots are kind of weird-looking, I think he looks a lot more normal than he did a few weeks ago.

Yesterday I was reading the blog of someone else with a 7-week-old baby and she said her baby is down to pooping only twice a week now. I find that very hard to believe because Spiz still poops every time he eats, which is about 7 times/day. Seriously, he’s the poop master.

I also find it hard to believe that Liam likes Ben more than he likes me, but he does. Ben is not a source of food like I am, he’s not even around during the day, and he plays with the baby like he’s a puppy instead of a newborn, but for some reason Spiz loves his dad to death and he cries when I take him away.

And since we’re on the subject of things that are hard to believe, I can’t believe how fun motherhood is. I thought keeping my job would help me keep my sanity, but I’m actually finding that work just gets in the way of my baby time. I would way rather spend my time making silly faces and high-pitched noises than sitting at the computer, because a smile from Liam is worth more than all of the money in the world.

It's Official

Spiz is here! He made his appearance on August 31st, weighing 8 lbs. ½ oz. People keep telling me that’s pretty big, but I didn’t feel a thing because of the wonderful drug named epidural. I considered naming the baby after the epideral, but he came out looking like an angry little leprechaun, so we named him Liam. Isn’t he so cute?

Coming Soon to a Hospital Near You

I’m 38 ½ weeks pregnant, which means Spiz could come any day now. I’m hoping he’ll wait at least until next Wednesday, because I’m scheduled to do some studio recording on Tuesday night. Does anyone else think it’s weird that even though my band broke up two months ago, we’re still recording an album? Honestly, who’s going to buy it? We haven’t even sold out of our last album yet, and we promoted that one at two years’ worth of shows. Even if we just divide up the CDs and I give my share of them away to everyone I know, I’ll still be left with 150 of them.

Yesterday my sister-in-law called to tell me that wet wipes were on sale at Macey’s and that I should stock up on them. I had totally forgotten about wet wipes. Now I’m wondering how many other things I should have that I don’t even know about. I thought I was all set to bring a baby home because I have a crib, a changing pad, and a few diapers. I think I’m in for a big, fat surprise.

This week I found out that I get to keep my job, but switch to part-time and work from home. This was pretty much the best news of my life, because I wanted to try being a stay-at-home mom but I thought I might get bored out of my mind. I know I’m selfish for being more concerned with my own level of boredom than the well being of my unborn child, but I just can’t help it. Anyway, I’m confident that Spiz will be cool with the situation. He’s been so polite for the last nine months, crammed inside my belly, I’m sure he’ll be the perfect little gentleman when he gets out.

Missing Ben

My husband is working in Samoa this week, lining a water tank at the temple. At first I thought I might die of loneliness without him. I think I cried three times the day he left, and I’m not even a crier. I knew he would be gone for eight days and I couldn’t believe how long the first day lasted. It was like an eternity.

Now it has been one week, and he was supposed to be home tomorrow morning. Well it turns out that the Air New Zealand flight attendants are on strike, so his flight got canceled. He had a choice—he could fly home on a different airline and get to Salt Lake City at about the same time he would have on the canceled flight, or he could stay with Air New Zealand and fly to New Zealand, staying there for free for two days before coming home. Don't ask me why the flight attendants for his flight were on strike, but he could still fly to New Zealand. I don't get it either.
When he told me his options, it sounded like he wasn’t even considering the New Zealand choice. I wasn’t considering it either, because I just wanted him to come home as soon as possible. But when I started thinking about it, I realized that we were being crazy and of course he should go to New Zealand for free. When will he ever get that chance again? I already passed up a trip to New Zealand once, mostly because I hate sitting on airplanes for long periods of time, so I knew I would probably never go there with him. So I sucked it up and told him I thought he should go to New Zealand if he wanted to.

Today he called me from the airport in Samoa and said he had decided to go to New Zealand. Even though I was secretly disappointed because I can’t stand the thought of two extra days of boredom and loneliness and I miss him more than I ever thought possible, I’m actually really excited for him and also totally jealous. I hope he comes back really big and tan, with a huge tattoo on his face.

Three Years

Right after I got married, I came up with this theory that it doesn’t matter who you marry, because you could be happy with anyone. I thought that the way I felt about Ben before I married him could not possibly have been love, because it was NOTHING compared to the way I felt about him after I married him. I just figured the super-strong feelings of affection were something that came with every marriage, and it didn’t matter who the guy was, because you would automatically start to love him a million times more than you ever thought possible.

I have since realized that I actually have the perfect husband and that’s why my marriage is so easy and wonderful. In the eight years that I’ve known him, Ben has never said anything mean to me. He’s my best friend in the whole world and he respects me and loves me more than anything. He laughs at my jokes and he takes me seriously when I come up with silly theories about nothing. He’s so smart, and he doesn’t let anything bother him. He serves me like it’s a natural part of life, like it doesn’t take any effort at all. He entertains me and keeps me laughing every day. He can fix anything, and he works harder than anyone I know.

When I found out I was pregnant, I got really scared that having a baby would ruin my perfect relationship with my husband. Sometimes I still get nervous, but mostly now I just get excited that this little boy is going to be like a miniature Ben and I’ll get to watch him grow up and become just like his daddy. I love my husband!

Happy Anniversary, Ben!

Name My Baby

So the truth is I’m having a really hard time figuring out what to name my baby. Why is it that I’ve been thinking up baby names for my entire life, and now that it’s actually time to pick a keeper, I don’t like a single name? It doesn’t help that Ben has been totally agreeable on all of the names I’ve ever liked until the second it actually started to matter. Now he doesn’t like any of the same names as me.

Back when I used to think it might be fun to have a baby, I could always talk myself out of it by reminding myself that really the only fun things about having a baby are 1) picking out a name, and 2) dressing it in cute clothes. As it turns out, picking out a name isn’t fun at all. And boy clothes are so much less cute than girl clothes, so that won’t be so fun either. What was I thinking?

I’m officially in my third trimester now, and that means I have less than 3 months to pick a name. If I can’t find anything I like better, it will probably be either Christian or Liam. Do you have any suggestions? Here are my criteria:

• 2 syllables
• Not starting with B or D
• Not ending in S
• Not too popular
• Not too weird

Becoming a Grown-Up

Ben is graduating today! I can’t believe this day is finally here. Even though it's super exciting, it makes me kind of nervous. It’s kind of like the first few years of our marriage have been fake, like we were just pretending to be grown-ups, but now it’s real. Plus, Spiz is coming in less than 4 months and that’s going to really turn us into adults. I secretly wish we had more time before we were forced into parenthood, but don’t tell Spiz.

So the first step on the road to adulthood is getting a telephone line in our house. You might think this is not a big deal, but I’m pretty sure it’s one of the top 20 major decisions I’ve had to make in my life. What if I don’t get the best deal? What if the first phone bill comes and it’s loaded with taxes and surcharges that I never planned on? Can you just cancel things like telephone service? I’m kind of nervous about it.

Then we’re going to have to get Internet service at our house, and what if we get a virus on our computer? What if Spiz becomes addicted to porn because I’m too cheap to buy the right filters?

I wonder if I should go to grad school so I can avoid adulthood for a few more years.

It's a Boy!

Curse the Gas Gauge

A few months ago the gas gauge broke in one of our cars, so now we use the odometer to judge when it’s time to fill it up with gas. The rule is, we fill the car up after 200 miles and then reset the odometer.

A couple weeks ago, Ben drove to Grantsville, Utah (out in the middle of nowhere), to get our taxes done by a cheap tax guy. But on the way there, Ben hit 220 miles and ran out of gas. When I showed up with gas after about an hour, I totally made fun of him for not buying gas before 200 miles. I was pretty rude to him and I felt kind of bad afterward.

So then a couple nights ago, I was driving home from band practice, not noticing that the odometer said 217, and I ran out of gas. Normally, I probably would have been a little scared about being alone in my car on the side of the freeway, or maybe a little bit stressed that I wasn’t going to get home before midnight and get a good night’s sleep, but this time I just felt humiliated. I was sure I was being punished for teasing Ben when he ran out of gas. I couldn’t just call him to come save me, after I had ridiculed him for making the same mistake, so I called my friend instead. And then when I got home and sheepishly told Ben that I ran out of gas and I was really sorry for making fun of him, he said, “You made fun of me?”

In the Navy

Today my little brother is joining the Navy. He is on his way to boot camp in Michigan this very second. I’m having a hard time believing this is real.

Toby wants to be a Navy seal, so he had to commit to eight years, whether he actually becomes a seal or not. He has no idea whether he’ll even enjoy being in the Navy, but he committed to staying in it until he’s 30 years old. I can’t even commit to next weekend’s plans. I have no idea what I’ll be doing in eight years, and I have no desire to commit to anything that far in the future. I would be scared out of my mind just from the commitment.

Then there is the whole Navy seal business. Once I watched a documentary on Navy seal training. I think I blocked out the specifics (or I have a really bad memory), but it was seriously disturbing. I just remember that there were ridiculous activities that would have killed me in about two minutes, and I remember thinking that no one in his/her right mind would voluntarily sign up for something like that. Really well-built men were dropping out left and right. It was totally ludicrous.

So Toby has been working out for the last year and a half, trying to get ready. He does 500 sit-ups and 500 push-ups every day, and then straps on his army boots and runs for miles—sometimes on the beach. He also goes to the gym and swims a lot, and he's still going to get his trash kicked. What is he thinking?

I can’t believe that two people who were raised in the same house with the same rules and same parents and siblings can think so differently. Why did I grow up thinking that my only option was to graduate from college, get married, and have children, while my little brother was discovering all kinds of crazy things to do with his life? It totally blows my mind.