Tonight I went to Target to try to find this chair that I wanted to get Ian for his birthday. After locating the chair and paying, I walked out. In the parking lot, I saw a women, about 9 months pregnant, and I was just struck with a pang of envy. I remember being that pregnant at this time last year, but still having the freedom to sleep late, go whenever I wanted, and even pee in peace (and oh, how I was peeing!). So much as changed over the year, but I wish for just one day, I could go back to having that kind of freedom. I know that I would enjoy it in a way that I never could before Ian. Does this make me a bad mom? Do other people feel this way too?
On an unrelated note, we went to Mastori's for lunch on Sunday. Ian apparently loves cinnamon bread. He ate like half a loaf. He was shoveling it in so fast that they guy next to use asked if we ever fed him. :) We also discovered Table Toppers, which are these ingenious little sticky placemats that you can use in restuarants. I bought them at Target a few weeks ago (yes, I go to Target a lot) and they were great.