Something happened this week: Archer 180′d into crazyville. Needless to say, potty training has been put on hold for the time being (which, by the way, THANK YOU ALL for your advice. You were so helpful!) in order to make way for non-tantrum training, which, yeah… Bummer.
While last week Archer was coming home from school with pictures of “baby sister,” this week Archer has cried hysterically every morning when I drop him off, something neither of us has dealt with since January when Archer started preschool.
Even today, which should have been a most exciting day (Show and Tell Thursday, y’all!) was not. In fact Archer didn’t even WANT to do Show and Tell. He also didn’t want to get dressed or leave his room to go to school.
“I don’t want it!” he screamed.
Archer, who usually loves school and waves me off like I’m some kind of embarrassment, has suddenly decided he cannot be without me and it’s making me very nervous. Archer suddenly has no interest in “the baby” … No interest to kiss my belly or kiss her basinet before bed. No interest in singing her songs (which he has been doing every night for the past few weeks.) Archer wants nothing to do with anything “new” in the house. He only wants Mommy.
This baby is coming very soon. I know this to be true because A. my OB said “this baby is coming very soon” yesterday and B. *cough* Bloody Show *cough*… which, can I digress for a moment so we can please discuss “bloody show” being one of the most frightening things to say aloud? I do realize Bloody Show would be a great Brit-pop band name but ew! It’s worse than saying “mucous plug!”
Even if I wasn’t dilated, effaced and leaking bloody mucus out of my person, I would STILL know the baby was soon to come just by watching Archer chase his tail in the living room. He’s a pretty observant dude and its obvious that he is very aware that his life is about to change. For the better, I swear! But also, for the different. And that’s hard for a little dude to deal with.
thirty-eight weeks pregcellent, rockin’ 41 extra lbs and totally and completely uncomfortable.
Like dogs before an earthquake, I can understand what he’s going through. I was an only child, once, too. And one of my earliest memories was the feeling of total confusion when my little brother came home from the hospital. I can only pray that Archer mellows after “the big one” strikes and is able to navigate the potential aftershocks.