I get excited if I can manage to accomplish one thing in a day. Pathetic, I know. Some past daily milestones:
- painted my toenails
- went to Target (still without the baby...I'll get there)
- grabbed a shower
- answered three emails
- shaved legs
- unloaded the dishwasher
- cooked a real meal
- drove to the pediatrician without Ray
- did two loads of laundry
- cleaned the kitchen counter
- got bagels and coffee on Saturday morning
Keep in mind that the entire list above would be a normal Saturday-before-11:00-am kind of activity in my previous life.
Am I adjusting okay? I don't know. I think I'm keeping it together pretty well, but I am kind of struggling with my new identity. What is it right now? I know it's "New Mom," but what is that really at this moment? Your basic vending machine, that always has one eye open to make sure the baby is still breathing/not choking/dry/happy/well-fed.
I'm told this too will pass.
But I'm okay. I'm really okay. Because we have this...