Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Keep up, will ya?

Ok, so I haven't blogged in over a year and in that time I gained and lost an inordinate amount of weight, gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Samuel Robert, who is now almost 10 months old, and I completed two triathlons. There, we good?

Rob and I are going on our first weekend get-away sans baby next Thursday. We're taking a 3 night cruise to the Bahamas and we're leaving on Rob's 36th birthday. My mom is going to keep Sam for the weekend. I had been nagging Rob for months to book the cruise he had been promising. The alluring thought of drinking wine, dressing up, comedy shows and SLEEPING IN was so intoxicating. Those things don't seem so alluring to me any more because the closer we get to our departure, the less I'm looking forward to it. Next Thursday will be the first night in Sam's ENTIRE LIFE that Rob and I won't stand over his crib and ogle over how beautiful and wondrous he is and what a great job we (I) did. I'll have to list that in the Step-by-Step Guide of Caring for Sam that I intend on composing in the next week. I know my mom will do an outstanding job taking care of the little man, but what about the little nuances that only I am aware of? Who will cut his fingernails and continue the baby sign language that I'm working so hard to teach him? What about when Sam gets that look in his eye that says, "Mommy, please get on the floor and let me crawl all over you?" Or worst of all, what if he doesn't even notice we're gone and forgets who we are!? Get a hold of yourself, Shannon.

I think Sam will be fine. He'll be more than fine. He'll have so much attention doted on him he won't know what to do. It's me I'm worried about. I'm going to miss him terribly. I will suffer from Sam withdrawals and probably get the shakes or something. God forbid I see another baby boy on the cruise and kindly ask his mother, "Excuse me, do you mind if I nuzzle your baby's toes for a quick sec? Thanks." I can't feign sickness either. We didn't buy the cruise insurance. I just need to keep repeating my sans-baby cruise mantra: "I will sleep in for 3 days straight."

Think of Mama, baby boy. I am going to miss my Sammy Bananas.