Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sir William the Teether

William is 8 months old. Practically a grown-up, really. At least he seems to think so. He's a pretty independent little guy for someone who can't dress himself, feed himself, or go poopy in the big boy toilet. So it's been interesting these last few days since he's been, what I assume to be, teething. He's very needy and wants to be cuddled constantly. Now, I am not complaining. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a cuddler. I prefer spooning, really, but that's a topic for another day. So while I love that my son wants my constant attention and I am getting the opportunity to dote on him and baby him, I hate that his pain and discomfort is what's bringing on this change. It's frustrating to see him hurting and not be able to just wave a wand (yes, I would love a wand) and fix it for him. I feel very helpless and I hate that feeling.

Teething must be one of God's little jokes. Why would he make teething hurt? Who would want to hurt a baby? I mean, seriously. What's next, strangle some puppies for fun? Honestly!


This is a blog about the everyday, mundane existence that is my life. I don't mean to imply that it's bad, or even boring, just kind of routine. Here is a little info to catch you up on things thus far:
My wonderful husband, Ryan, and I met in January, 2001. We clicked practically immediately and have been inseparable ever since. He's lovely.

In December 2002, he proposed. On bended knee. Cute, huh?

April 3, 2004, we were married in Bakersfield, CA. Again, lovely.

In September 2004 we decided to throw caution to the wind and stop using BC (birth control). We weren't trying to have a baby, we just weren't trying to stop it. So naive were we. :)

In January 2007 I was diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). Disappointing but good to know that there was a reason and a treatment. I began taking medication.

On Father's Day 2007 we found out we were pregnant. Yay! Our due date was February 22, 2008.

On February 21, 2008, our beautiful son, William Henry, was born.

So there you are. That should catch you up on how we got to this point.