I came home last night and my precinct volunteer coordinator had left a potted mum and a card on the doorstep for us. Awwww. That was a nice way to finish off a day of mild elation and buzzy happiness, helped along with celebratory beers and pizza after work.
My in-laws arrive tonight, Grandma and Grandpa of the paternal kind, and while I am not exactly looking forward to it, and have booked up every conceivable second with work, activities and other diversions so we don't actually have to sit around and talk about anything real or I'm not left alone with them, - at least I'm not severely depressed AND hosting them. My MIL is so very very "just-so" that I am terrified. Also, her other daughters and DIL's are stay-at-home-Mom's so I'm worried I'll be judged on that side of things, as I do have to work on Friday and teach a class on Saturday at the library. But hopefully they will see how competent AH is with the baby - it's really amazing and not because he has a set of male genitalia and thus any little thing he does with a child is classified as amazing but gender preconceptions aside, he is just straight up an awesome dad and I can't understand or comprehend how others do it with less support. Except, he always screws up one part of her clothing. Like her turtleneck onesie was on backwards yesterday. He chooses the wrong jacket for the weather. He was trying to take off her little sweater the other night and she was squealing so I came running and explained how sometimes there are buttons in the back of a sweater and oh my god, undo it now before she is strangled by her sweater! For more Dad-dressing insight, please visit Julia who always makes me laugh in a very non-Mommy blog way. Ahem, how did I get on to this tangent? Right, in-laws. The subject was, please send me good thoughts to get through this. (there needs to be a secular version of "pray for me" - "think good thoughts" is a little fairy-dusty and namby pamby but you get the idea). More tomorrow! Isn't November fun?