We like to plan. A lot. We love planning far in advance, creating schedules, being organized, etc. I think one of the most frustrating things about having a baby (for us at least) is the inability to plan.
On a daily basis it is often things like when he'll nap and for how long. If he is asleep, knowing if he'll be up in 10 minutes or 3 hours completely changes decisions we make on whether I should pump and go somewhere or wait to feed him, whether or not to run errands, to make dinner, to start schoolwork, etc. And I obsess over these decisions and what the "right" thing is to do.
In the longer time frame, I'm currently frustrated by how much more quickly he is growing than we expected and wishing I could know if this was going to continue. In the last few weeks we've bought 6-month outfits and Grandma Alice sent a bunch of really cute ones to complete his wardrobe since he had outgrown the stuff he had. And when we switched him over about 3 weeks ago the 6-month outfits were too big. Now they fit perfectly. Which has me worried that we only have a few more weeks before they are too small. When I put him in one of the brand new sleepers last night he could already barely stretch his legs out all the way. Grrr! If we had known he was going to grow this quickly, we should have jumped straight to the 9-month size. And now I'm contemplating whether we just skip 9 month stuff and buy 12-month things when he outgrows these. But I'm afraid that is a recipe for him to stop growing so quickly and so be in clothes that are too big for months on end.
I know, I have such a rough life. Believe me, I know we're incredibly lucky with him and all our complaints are minor. But for someone so used to planning everything and being in control, this can be aggravating.
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