A few weeks ago, I was a bridesmaid in my college roommate’s wedding. The dresses were perfect–picture a floor-length, chiffon gown with capped sleeves in a color somewhere between sky blue and dusty blue–and didn’t break the bank.
The wedding was an hour way from where my mom lives, so not only did we have a free place to stay, but we also had free childcare. Little Buddy is still drinking breast milk, and he is almost 11 months but has no teeth, so it’s hard to explain what he can eat to caretakers. It was also going to be a really long day, and I didn’t want to leave him at my mom’s house the entire time. My mom was kind enough to come along as our “nanny.”
While I got ready and took pictures with the wedding party, Little Buddy played in the church nursery with Grandma. Mr. Handsome went to the local movie theater to see a matinee, which worked out great because it gave him a little bit of “me time,” and it gave my mom some much deserved grandma time. Rather than make Little Buddy sit through the ceremony, she kept him in the nursery during that, as well.
The reception was in a very laid-back venue. The bride did all the decorations DIY, with help from family and friends, and it looked beautiful.
I was nervous that Little Buddy would struggle to make it through the evening, but he did great. There was a short dance towards the end of the night. Little Buddy danced with Grandma in the back of the room for a little while, and then Grandma brought him to us and sat down so we could dance with our son. The music was all very tasteful, and the atmosphere was calm and family-friendly. There were several other kids on the dance floor, and Little Buddy enjoyed watching them jump around.
The send-off took place promptly at 8:45, so we were able to head out before Little Buddy got too tired. I was so very pleased at how well he did. He recently started a “cling to mama” stage, so it was nice to have him in the same building so I could go give him a hug and reassure him every hour or two. It was also lovely to see him enjoying time with his Grandma.
Mr. H Jr is already one month old, and we can’t believe how quickly the time has passed. The other day when I realized that the newborn days are officially behind us, I admittedly became a bit emotional. Little Buddy’s cry has already changed from that helpless little yelp that brought tears to my eyes when I saw his face for the first time to a loud wail that makes it sound like the world is ending. He still has his infant startle reflex, something I had never noticed in any other baby I had been around, but it’s not as strong as it was during those first two weeks.
I am thrilled to be a few weeks into my third trimester. While my pregnancy has flown by thus far, I am wondering if that will continue or if the last two months will feel like an eternity. At this point, I have gained about 20 pounds, and I’m packing on about one pound a week. My provider gave me a clean bill of health after my last round of blood work, which was a great feeling, especially with the thyroid issues I had in my first trimester.