I am so unnaturally excited to start my baby on solid food.
My family and friends are sick of hearing me talk about it. I just really, really can't wait.
My baby is just barely four months old now and I've already bought spoons, bowls, and rice cereal. The second my doctor okays her to start solid food, I'm going to come home and start the Great Solid Food Crusade.
(If my doctor tells me to wait until she's six months old, I think I'm going to cry.)
I'm not sure why I'm so enthusiastic about this. We've already established that I don't really care for breastfeeding, so I guess I see it as one more step toward weaning.
("Wean" is a weird, gross word and it gives me the willies. Does anyone else feel that way? It's kind of like those people who hate the word "moist." Except those people are weirdos.)
(I'm not a weirdo.)
(In case you were wondering.)
But I mean, it's not like I don't live in reality. I know that it will be a few months before solid food actually replaces any breast milk, and I still have eight months before I'm planning on even thinking about stopping breastfeeding altogether. (245 days...only 245 days...)
Yet still I go around shouting hallelujahs in everyone's faces because The Day Approacheth.
I think it comes down to another fact that we've already established, that I don't have enough to obsess over. I want something new to add to my day. Clearly, it is not enough for me that my daughter is 100% sleep-trained, that she finally tolerates tummy time, and that my life is practically crying-free. (In other words, it's not enough for me that I'm the luckiest mother that exists.) I need a new challenge. I need to start pureeing my own baby food and trying to coax carrots into my baby's mouth. I just need to, gosh-darn-it.
It's possible that staying home with an infant all day can make a person crazy. But what else is new?