Off to England

We are taking Ruby on her first international trip. We're heading to England so she can meet the rest of her family and friends. To say I'm anxious about travelling with her is the understatement of the year. Not only have a developed a brand new extreme fear of flying, I'm also nervous that she will scream through the entire night flight and we will be the most hated people on the plane.

Realistically, she's pretty good at night, so I'm hoping that she will just snuggle up and snooze (that way Nick and I can get some shut-eye as well). Jet lag will be a whole other story...

When we get back, if all goes well, I'll share some of our tips for travelling with a baby. Until then, I'm relying on the tips from some of my favourite bloggers:

A Cup of Jo
Aspiring Kennedy

I love their tips. These ladies have babies/kids that are seasoned travelers. Let's hope that before long Ruby can join those ranks!

Anybody out there have any last minute tips for me?

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New Mom Stuff

I have such a distinct recollection of an episode of Sex and the City when Miranda first had Brady and is out for brunch with the girls, talking about the woes of being a new mom. She talks about how she doesn't have time to wash her hair and that all her clothes smell like barf. Yep.

In fact, I almost don't notice when she barfs all over me anymore. Often someone will awkwardly point it out, and if I don't have a cloth, I'll just wipe it up with my clothes. Yep. That's my life right now.

Thank goodness I still have the good sense to wear makeup. I haven't totally lost it.

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Conversations

I haven't posted one of these in awhile but I thought this one was a gem.

The scene: a discussion about whether something is cute or ugly

Nick: well... it's kinda cute
I pull a face
Me: well maybe ugly cute; like it's so ugly that it's kind of cute.
N: ya it's fugly
I pull another face
N: don't you know what that means?
Me: yes I do and don't you think that's a bit harsh. You think it's f*@k-ing ugly?
N: that's what that is?!
Me: what did you think it meant??
N: I don't know...

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A day in the life

Now that I've settled into my mat leave, my days are starting to resemble a Bridget Jones novel. At some point each day I stop and take stock of my daily activities and accomplishments.

Here's what yesterday looked like:
Cups of coffee 3 (but giant mugs so more like 5)
Daytime talk shows 3
Diapers changed 100 (in reality probably 6)
Baby bathed 1
Showered, blow-dried hair and applied make up (!)
Dishwashers emptied 1
Tidied kitchen so as to keep up the good housewife vibe
Ate reasonably healthy
Garbages emptied 2
Spiders  killed to save infant daughter from being bitten 2 (felt like a hero-mom afterwards since I'm terrified of spiders)
Dog barf found 3, leading to sheets washed
Skypes to the UK 2

At the end of the day it seems all I managed to do was shower, get dressed, get Ruby dressed and fed, eat,  do a couple things around the house and have a chat with my in-laws. By the time Nick gets home and asks how the day was, I'm usually at a loss for what actually happened. Must.Make.More.Plans.

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Random Nighttime Thoughts & Worries

I've written about this before: waking up in the middle of the night with a random stream of thoughts and "to do's". At first, when Ruby was born, when I would go back to bed after a night feeding I would pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow. My lactation consultant explained to me that breast feeding produces a hormone that induces deep sleep. Well, I don't know what happened to that lovely hormone but I've had a few more laying-awake-thinking-random-thoughts nights lately. Worse still is a lot of them are worries.

Here's a sample from the other night:

Upcoming flight to the UK with an infant.
Everyone will hate us. But maybe she will just sleep.
Oh...so many horrible plane accidents lately.
What if we crash in the ocean? my absolute biggest fear.
Mental note, don't think about the scary bottom dwellers in the Blue Planet Oceans series.
Damn it. Just pictured them. Now am even more scared.
Don't think any other scary thoughts. Just pictured a scary character from Dexter.
*Change gears*
What if we had a carbon monoxide leak?
Recently found out carbon monoxide weighs more than oxygen...now concerned that our carbon monoxide detector is mounted on the ceiling.
What if Nick is passed out from carbon monoxide? Can I carry him? Should work on strength training.
Should talk to Nick about getting a new detector.
Is Ruby awake? Why am I still awake?
Rocky, get away from my pillow.
I'm hungry. Don't get a snack; that will just breed bad snacking habits.
Can't eat like I'm pregnant forever.
Ugh! Just try and sleep. Sleeeeeeep.
*Pass out*

Am I alone in this?? Am I crazy? Probably :)

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