1. I think I must be getting better at motherhood. I haven’t been stressed about getting things done all week.
It only took me until my fifth child to get things slightly more under control.
2. Everyone is in love, love, love.
3. I get to READ! Real, grown up books, like The Busy Homeschooling Mother’s Guide to Romance. You know, because I like a challenge 😉 Heidi St John is awesome, and I’m going to be That Girl again.
4. I’m looking forward to exercising again — as soon as I get over the feeling that my insides are falling out.
In the hospital, nurses are really focused on relieving pain – or at least assessing for it. At home, no one is asking me, “What’s your pain level?”
I just be bop around the house, washing clothes, running the vacuum, picking up toys, etc, until suddenly, getting up hurts. OUCH! Oh, yeah, it’s been 8 hours since medication. I’m trying to do a better job of taking medication around the clock at least for these first few weeks.
5. Shhhh — I actually have a baby who sleeps. My friends in real life know that my children have never been described as good sleepers. Maeve is easy. (and, I realize that I’ve just shot myself in the foot by making this public.)
6. On the other hand, I seem to have forgotten that the post partum stage is better described as “the period where I feel like a giant whale.” Yes, I’m whining. I hit Maximum Pork during my pregnancy (highest weight of my entire life), and for some reason, I imagined that those pounds just melted away after the baby was born.
Mmm — not so much.
Nothing fits right now — maternity clothes are big and saggy, but there’s no way regular clothes would fit me. Not to mention, the only thing you can see when I walk into the room are my ginormous boobs. I had to go and get fitted for new nursing bras — I had no idea there were sizes above a DD. YUCK.
7. Instead of whining, I need to count my blessings.
I get to hold this amazingly beautiful creation every single day.