Maternity Leave = Awesomeness

Since about day 3 of my pregnancy, when everything really began to hit me, I've been ueber-excited about my summertime maternity leave. Not just for the whole baby-bonding part and not just to have 12 weeks off from work, but to have 12 weeks of  baby bonding with the SUMMER OLYMPICS on tv! Poor Jeff has heard me talk about my Olympic obsession for months.

Thank goodness this little guy decided to finally come out, because I was getting nervous that I was going to be in labor 3 weeks late and miss the opening ceremonies. Jesus was on my side because Ben came in plenty of time....and even gave me enough time to come up with and create the following:

I know! You love it, don't you?! I got all creative and mom-like and made little B the coolest onesie ever to celebrate 2 weeks of world united-ness and insane athleticism. Things I loved about the Olympics this year: rhythmic gymnastics, synchronized swimming, diving and Carmelita (the runner, duh). Things I ended up hating (I never thought I would hate anything, but it happened): water polo, water polo and water polo. Why was water polo the only sport they showed the entire game of during the afternoon?

Other things I love about maternity leave thus far:

My first booze! It happened on a warm Friday night while my sister was here. The hubs played bartender and mixed my very first Captain and coke since October 2011. It was delicious, and according to Jeff, made me "Talk-y McTalk-ster" at dinner that evening. Whatev. Mama liked.

The pour.

The finger stir. It's the only way to mix a Captain. Unless you're my brother, then you use a butter knife.

Elbows up, baby!


Now before you go all child protective services on me and start freaking out, I only had the one drink, it was right after I nursed, and even our breastfeeding class instructor talked about how it's fine to have a drink while breastfeeding. While I'm not a complete boozehound, it does feel good to have a little "snort" (as my dad calls it) in the evening.

Ben and I are getting the hang of this maternity leave just fine. He's into our morning strolls around the neighborhood, and understands that 7am really is the only time we can go outside together since we hit over 100 degrees just about every day.

Maxin' and relaxin'

I'm also getting a little too comfortable in my pink robe, comfy pants and slippers during most of the day. We've moved onto Bravo marathons as our programming of choice.

The thought of my leave being 1/3 over already makes me want to puke and cry. Let's not talk about it. For now, I'll continue enjoying our time together and hope Ben continues to sleep enough for me to keep my sanity. He's been pretty awesome.

Mary