Micah plays in a band most Saturday nights. Which means that Jay and I have an evening to ourselves. Right now, I'm trying to enjoy our very last mom/jay Saturday night. And by enjoy, I mean listen to Jay repeatedly push the button on a Cookie Monster saxophone for the last hour. My patience is running thin and now I remember why Micah and I hide this toy for months at a time. He only got it back today because I found it thrown in Bean's crib.
I can't believe how different our lives will be in less than 48 hours. I am excited but at the same time, I feel bad for Jay. He's spent 9 years as an only child. I've spent 30 that way and I know I wouldn't have appreciated my parents having a baby when I was 9.
Jay has also been the only grandchild for 9 years. Oh my, this is going to be an adjustment for him. I'm not sure he really gets exactly what is happening and I wish I knew how to make him understand that next week there will be another person living here. I know he'll get used to it, I just hope that he actually enjoys it and doesn't feel slighted by us having another baby. I wish he could understand how hard it is for me, too. I'm used to having one child and I'm not yet sure what to do with two.
I wish I could be like my dear husband, who is currently still oblivious to how much different life is going to be around here. Is it wrong that I'm secretly waiting for the moment he realizes it, just so I can giggle at him?