I'm physically and mentally exhausted. I'm lucky if I can muster up the energy and time to take a shower every day. I've been saying "I have to do laundry" for like, 4 days and I'm running out of shirts that don't have rotten, half-digested boob milk on them.
My new life is awesome. o_O
Actually, I talk a big game about how horrible it all is, but every time that little person smiles his huge, excited smile at me... all the turmoil vanishes. His happy face makes me melt and remember what all the crappy times are for. So I'm usually able to make it through the mess and come out the other side in one piece.
In other news... It's been 8 weeks and I'm still bleeding. Oh, sorry. I forgot the TMI warning. Too late now. I'VE BEEN BLEEDING FOR 8 FREAKIN WEEKS. It slowed down for about 5 days, then my period started. OMGAREYOUSERIOUS!? Don't believe the people who say "breastfeeding totally keeps you from getting your period!!1!" They're lying.
Welp, I'm about to pass out. Time to feed the kid and try to sleep for a few hours so we can do it all again tomorrow.
Jack is 8 weeks old, and I'm so unbelievably tired.
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