We are three weeks and two days in.
Sleep that lasts more than an hour and a half is a luxury.
I've worn my crazy curly hair in a braid every day since coming home from the hospital.
There are two robes I rotate between so one is in the wash and the other is on me.
We only leave the house for baby-related activities.
George's fussy times are still a mystery, but we are getting better at soothing him.
Breastfeeding is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.
I am more appreciative of my own parents than ever before.
I am more in love with El Hub than ever before.
And it is taking me several hours to write this post.
In the days before the big due date, I kept thinking, "I can't wait to meet this kid." Now I am realizing that I will be meeting him in bits and pieces for the rest of our lives. Some of the things that bring me the greatest joy now are actually a preview of the future - his little gas smiles, when he accidentally finds my finger and grips it with his little hand, moments like those. Someday, his smiles will be real smiles, and his cuddles will be born from affection. I am doing my best to enjoy the now, but the future looks pretty awesome too.