I knew bringing home a newborn would be difficult, but holy crap it's really a challenge. My hormones are all over the place, I'm sleep deprived, and while Truman is cute, that kid has got some lungs on him. We're working on getting him to sleep in his crib, but right now his limit there seems to be ten minutes. And did you know that it's possible to go through three diapers in five minutes? And that one of those diapers will get used before you can even fasten its tabs?
But it's not all bad. I'm fairly certain I can fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans. (only fairly certain because all my jeans died holey deaths around the start of my second trimester) A friend gave me a zappos gift card and whenever I feel completely overwhelmed, I zone out for a few minutes while staring at shoes. I'm currently thinking these might be nice to push a stroller in. Or these. Don't judge me, I love heels and don't plan on stopping loving them just because I may have to visit playgrounds frequently.
Here's where I could say something profound about maintaining my personal identity while becoming a mother, but I won't because that's not really my thing. All I ask is that you bear with me through these first few weeks of all Truman, all the time and things will eventually begin to normalize around here. I'll figure out how to easily leave the house to do things again. I'll go back to whining about things I want, but can't have. At some point soon jparks is bound to squarely plant his foot in his mouth and I'll be there to blog about it. Just hang tight until I gather enough sleep to reach those milestones and you'll be