Life as I know it right now consists of lost sleep, late night feedings, poopy diapers and the amazement that is my little boy. There was a brief stint with a breast pump and sore nipples but I’ll spare you those details. At least now I don’t cry out in pain when someone comes within 56 feet of the girls. It was touch and go there for awhile.
I honestly did not think I could possibly have the ability to love another person as much as I love Avery. How could that be? She IS my world. But it IS possible. I reminded of that every.single.day.
I will say he is up like clockwork at 5 am. He goes back to sleep, just in time for Avery to wake up, but not enough time for Mommy to get a little shut eye. But so is the life with a newborn.
I’ve been thinking about the pros/cons of no longer being pregnant. There’s a few of each.
Finally holding my little man in my arms
Not having the shit kicked out of my stomach all.night.long.
*I’ve passed the stage of “I just had a baby” to “Yes, I’m fat”
*Waiting 6 weeks to do something about said “heftiness”
*None of my clothes fit. Is 5 weeks too long to still be wearing maternity pants?
*No longer feeling guiltless as I munch on snacks, brownies, fried foods, McDonalds, and everything else under the sun.
(Did all of the cons there just revolve around the size of my ass? Why, yes, I think so)
I won’t make promises to go back and play catch up with all I have missed in the blogging world…but I will keep it moving forward now. And I promise not to bombard y’all with baby picture overload. 😉 Well…maybe.