So uhhh, we've decided to try this again (he's the father of my child, what can I do?). Our lives are otherwise evolving though, which I think will have a positive effect on the relationship we are trying to salvage. I've been actively job hunting for about 2 weeks now and I've already been offered one position (which I've since politely declined), and have another interview (a job I might actually take) in a few days.
The juicy part of the story goes like this: I packed some of my things, some of Atticus's things, and sped over to my parents house, not taking time to consider the consequences of my actions. That may sound like I regret my decision, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I'm very proud of what I did and am glad to have proven to myself that I do have the courage to walk away from a detrimental situation even if it's the last thing I ever wanted to have to do. B and I had many, many talks about what our next move would be, and after a whole lot of wishy washy emotions spewing from my end, we decided (10 days later, mind you) that there was still plenty of love to go around. Things haven't been all "kittens and haircuts" (to quote my father) since then, but I see us both making a conscious effort and that's all I can really expect at this point in time. Not so juicy as one might expect, but you can feel free to use your imagination. I've left a lot of trivial details out of the story in an effort to keep you, the reader, as unbiased as possible.
In baby news, Atticus is crawling! (finally) which has brought a whole new level of anxiety to my life, but I'm also so so very proud of him. I honestly thought the day would never come when he would be able to come find me if I'm using the restroom. He's also learning new adorable things like waving bye-bye and giving hugs when I ask. He's also turned out to be quite the lover of music. His "favorite band" seems to be Hot Water Music, which I can only say because he danced for the first time to one of their songs, and any other music I played for him was totally ignored. Now the dancing/bouncing has adapted to a dance/crawl which usually results in a face plant on the rug. (He's still mastering his multitasking skills). We also have a band (The Nova Wild, check 'em out) who practices in our basement about once a week and he loves that. In fact, only just now I caught him bouncing around in his crib to them downstairs after he'd woken up from his nap! So far, 8 month old Atticus is my favorite kind of Atticus.
