It's official.

Charlie and I are alone for the first time. For days. For 4 days. Holy balls.

He still has his cold, but he's sleeping better. Last night he only woke up one time! Woo hoo! I see light. It may be a nightlight at 4am, but hey, it's still a light toward the end of the tunnel. Hopefully. 

We are getting ready for our first trip away from home. It isn't until Easter, but I'm already nervous about it. It'll be just Charlie and I driving to Atlanta. Just the logistics bother me. How do I go pee? Do I take the carseat in? Take Charlie out and put him in a wrap carrier? Will he sleep the whole time? Do I wake him up to feed him where I'm comfortable stopping or when he's starts screaming? SOO MANY QUESTIONS. I know it'll be fine. I'm just anxious. Time to break out the big girl panties again. And not just because I haven't dropped all the baby weight...

And that's another thing. At what point do you buy new clothes and give up hope of fitting in pre-preg clothes? Well. That point for me was this week. I went shopping, and for the first time (maybe ever) I HATED all the clothes. Not just the fit, I hated the styles and colors. I found a few things at Loft and Old Navy. I refuse to spend a whole lot on new clothes. Eventually I fit back into my old ones. Eventually. Right?!

And now, a photo filled post...

Can I have these boobs, Mom? Typical boy... already after some boobs. And check out that head control? Super baby.

I love pissy baby pictures.

He loves his monkey. When Bob deployed, I gave him a sock monkey drenched in my perfume before he left. We named him Don Juan (DJ), and I call Charlie's monkey, Junior (as in Don Juan Junior).

He's finally able to wear newborn clothes! They finally fit!!! Yay!

Burning the midnight oil.

Or maybe the 4am oil, perhaps.

Charlie has his first cold. A cold that he apparently picked up AT the doctors office earlier this week. I adore our pediatrician and his staff. They are all awesome. I don't, however, love their waiting room. There is no division between perfectly healthy newborns there for their well baby checks and the snot nosed, puking, or bleeding 1-18 year olds. It's just aggravating. To go to the doctor and then get sick.

So anyway. We're dealing (meaning, I'm freaking out) with this new illness. I never knew baby poop could be so disgusting. My facebook friends have told me it gets worse, but holy balls. Tonight I made Bob change him. It was just as bad as it was last night. It literally seems like something crawled in his ass and died, and then came back out as green pudding. Yes, I know you all wanted that vision. Sorry. If I have to deal, so do you. You're lucky Bob didn't get his way tonight... He wanted to take a picture of it and send it to his friends. Thank GOD he didn't have his phone in the room with him, and I refused to go get it.

Bob goes back to work next week, and I'm already dreading it. It's going to suck being here alone. Not just dealing with Charlie alone, but actually being alone and not having anyone to talk to. I've had at least one other person in this house every day since February 21. It's going to be so quiet and boring here, and I've already binge-watched all of Orange is the New Black. Damn Netflix... I didn't realize the new season wasn't out yet. 

Dum dum dum....

Since the day we brought Charlie home, we've had help. One of our moms have been here since day one. Mine stayed for 2 weeks, and Bob's has stayed for another two weeks. Tomorrow, Bob's mom leaves and we'll be alone. On one hand, I'm ready to see if I can do this on my own. On the other hand, I'm scared to death that I'm going to have to do this on my own. OMG.

After marrying Bob, we developed a phrase to describe our situation... I have a single wife life when he's gone. I knew I'd be mostly alone in tending to our child, because he works so much. Knowing and doing it are two totally different animals.

Since Charlie has been born, when he's home, Bob is absolutely hands on. He's doing a great job as a dad. He helps with the baby, he helps out around the house, he's been amazing. Luckily, he comes home tomorrow a few hours after his mom leaves.

So think of us tomorrow as we say goodbye to our Meme!