Here I am.
Six weeks into this parenting gig and I am exhausted and stressed and absolutely in love.
I went back to work two weeks ago and since then balance has shifted to work and baby and almost nothing else. It's comfortable though. I am where I want to be in life right now. Sitting in a recliner with white noise going, sipping coffee and holding my most amazing little squish.
This is hard. This is beautiful. This is exhausting. And every time I think I've reached my max she smiles at me and everything is ok again.