I can't believe it's September already. I was telling Greg yesterday that this year has been so odd for me - from January through July I was completely focused on being pregnant and hoping everything was OK. Then from July until now I've been in a sleep-deprived haze. And now, all of the sudden, it's practically fall. I was just outside breaking up yet another rabbit v. dogs showdown, and I couldn't believe how cool it was.
The past few days have been a little bit trying, on the baby front. Her schedule is completely weird these days, and yesterday she was really fussy in the evening until about 1 a.m., and it was completely exhausting, mostly because I was so exhausted myself. But then, as she had the night before, she slept for five hours straight, which is amazing. We have also been trying to introduce her to the bottle this week, and she has NOT embraced the idea. This has been really stressful, not only because of the shrieking (nothing wrong with her vocal chords), but because it's not like I can go to daycare with her - this is a non-negotiable thing she has to figure out before October 25. However - and I hate to even type this, so let's just say I'm knocking on wood and crossing my fingers - she took to it last night, and drank over an ounce out of the bottle. It was a miracle, truly. This could completely backfire on us today, but she got it. And hopefully she'll get it again.
Today we are going to take a field trip down to the shore. I haven't been down there all summer, and I need my fix. We'll probably just walk around for a bit, stop by to see Greg's parents, and then come home. But it will be the furthest I've been from the house in months, and I can't wait.