Three Months Old!

It has been a great month. I have a feeling I will keep saying that, but it is true - Bennett just keeps getting more and more fun, and I keep being amazed at how it just keeps getting better and better with each passing week.
We are well into a great sleeping routine: He is in bed, bathed and fed, around 6:30-7:30pm, almost always asleep by 8pm. He knows it's bedtime, which is nice, and rarely ever cries when put to bed. If he isn't really tired, he just sits, well lies, awake in his crib, looking around and eating his hands. He sleeps until around 6:30am give or take, and I don't get him up and feed him until 6:45-7am. He takes three decent naps throughout the day...his best one usually being around 8am until he eats again around 10am. I feed him generally every three hours or so, sometimes he can go longer and sometimes he has his hungry days and wants to eat more often! Those days wear me out, even though in total it usually doesn't add an extra feeding (he eats 5 times a day) because he tends to go to bed earlier. I guess he is just exhausted from being frantically hungry and growing all day! He doesn't like to nap after 4pm until bedtime, unless we are running errands (he always catches some zzz's in his carseat). I don't have his official stats, since we won't go to the doctor until his 4 months appointment, but at 2.5 months he was 13lbs (which is 50%), and today I did the whole "weigh me holding him, then weigh me without him" method and he weighted 14lbs (and who knows how many ounces, my scale doesn't go that far). Steady gains it seems!
This month he really started eating his hands, and it has come in handy when trying to get him to take a nap (pun intended). No more going in just to replace the paci, or at least not as often. He also found his feet. He hasn't grabbed for them, but just stares at them and kicks them back and forth. I put little slippers (one is a train and one is a plane) on him (from my friend Candice) and he loves them. He has not grabbed for anything yet, but you better believe I am giving him every opportunity. His development of skills thrills me. I love watching him learn.
Speaking of skills, he is officially rolling over now (tummy to back) and is pretty consistent about it. He gets easily frustrated, however, if he can't do it fast enough when we first place him on his belly. He knows he can do it, but can't seem to make up his mind which way he would like to roll. I could watch him roll over and over and over, so I'm sure a bit of his frustration stems from the fact that immediately after he does roll over, and Mommy cheers for him, that dang woman places him right back on his belly to see if he will do it again. Crazy lady.
He talks and make noises all the time - my new favorite is his shriek. He breathes out a vowel sound then quickly sucks the air back in and shrieks - so cute and not in the least bit annoying, as annoying as the word "shriek" may sound.
Yes my son is three months old, and we still do not have a nursery. Supposedly the dresser should be in by the end of this week, but I will believe it when I see it. Enough of that it is too depressing.
I discovered something this weekend, and it is something I never really thought would happen to me. I can spend money on clothes, toys, you name it for Bennett, but the thought of spending money on myself (on some much needed clothes) makes me antsy and a bit nervous feeling. I spend hours in stores like Tiny Town, Babies R Us (slim pickins there though), Pottery Barn Kids online, Target even, looking at baby clothes. I love them. Walk me into Dillard's, The Holiday (boutique in Mobile), Francesca's Collections (the place where I discovered this strange phenom this weekend), etc and I get claustrophobic and have to leave the store. Strange I know. So I guess I may just become the frumpy weathered mom in sweats and a ponytail pushing an incredibly, almost unbelievably, well dressed young tot in a wonderful stroller with all the finest of toys.
I started back work this month, and all seems to be going well. I dont LOVE it by any means, but it is completely manageable and convenient working out of the house. The volume of work picked up the later half of March and continues on still, which can be difficult with an attention-seeking baby in your lap. I have set up an "Overstimulation Centre" in my office, consisting of a bouncy chair and every toy possible hanging down off the bar above it, with other misc items propped up against drawers, on boxes, anywhere within his range of sight, so that I can work not only while he sleeps but whilst he is awake.
I still catch myself staring at him in complete awe and disbelief that this is my son, this precious child I have been praying about since I can't even remember. He is the baby I dreamed about while I was rocking my many baby dolls to sleep, the baby I imagined after meeting Stephen, the baby I wished for when I got married, the baby I prayed for every day after I was married, the baby I find myself praying for throughout my days even now. I am now living what I believe is my purpose in life, and it is to be the wife to Stephen who is the mother of his children. My life was wonderful before Bennett, but now my life is ALIVE and life before Bennett was life lived to prepare me for all that is now. Bennett is giving Stephen and I more joy than we could have ever imagined, and we truly are blessed to have this little man in our life.