It's getting more challenging...

with a baby. I enjoyed the first 3 months once I'd started getting full nights of sleep. But now I'm much more stressed. I'm not sure if is post pregnancy hormones kicking in or having too much on my plate, or just certain events which I can't control that trigger it. Last week I had a wobbly - lucky my Mom was with me and she could take over. I had just flown back with her from Durban to Jhb the day before after spending a week on the farm (remind me never to fly 1 time again - the flight was cancelled and we were stuck for an unknown lenght of time in a muggy airport with a 4 month old). D was soooo well behaved, thank goodness. It helps having a baby, we got a flight out that evening, but it messed up all my taxi plans, and we ended up on Plan D - Keith had to fetch us. So anyway, he was so well behaved in fact that on the 'wobbly' day Mom and I decided to take D with us Christmas shopping. All went well with baby, I found a quiet booth to feed him at Mugg and Bean. All was going well until the waiter messed up my food order and I was starving, I was battling to load air-time on my cellphone and remember 16 digit nr's (why don't they make it easy?), mentally trying to figure out how to fit in all the shopping, and my stomach was in knots about a client job that wasn't going too well. I think having 100 emails waiting for me at home in my inbox was another stressful thing on my brain. I won't forget the scathing looks from the other tables when I wrenched David out of his pram (he was screaming), yelled at him to shut up and stormed out of the restaurant. My Mom rescued me, took him for a walk and I finished my lunch in peace and went to find her. I couldn't understand why my handbag was 'raining', until I realised I had put in the bottled water without screwing the cap on tightly. Ha, when it rains - it pours!



My amazing Mom - with David