I go back to work in exactly two months. On November 4th, my time at home as a new mom comes to an end. I’ve always kept a journal, but I want to blog about my maternity leave because I feel like my mind is different since I had a baby. I have a hard time finishing sentences, let alone remembering what Dylan and I do all day. That said, I know I don’t want to forget these blurred, sleepless days. And so it begins…
Today’s truths include:
- I drank two cups of coffee, washed & line-dried the cloth diapers, and painted my toenails a nice tangerine color.
- I bit my thumbnails too short – like, bleeding short. I tend to do this when I’m engrossed in something, like reading a blog (http://www.theminimalists.com/) or scouring websites about alternative educational settings (http://www.sudval.org/).
- I followed up my 30-minute half-ass at-home yoga practice with a PBR Tall Boy. Clearly, I think I deserve rewards for my minimal productivity.
About my son:
- His name is Dylan Michael, and he arrived four weeks early.
- He is a fussy grunter and a fake crier.
- His ears stick out a little too far on both sides of his head.
- He’s got strong, chunky, beautiful, edible legs.
- His eyes are slate blue – fall into a deep inkwell blue – and I refuse to believe they’ll change.
- He sleeps best in the Baby K’Tan, so I tend to wear him all day long. I’m sure I’m not supposed to do this.
- I am regularly shocked by the reality that he’s mine.
- He has a delicious-smelling neck.
- He can’t stand having his diaper changed. I don’t get this.
- I can’t stop kissing him.