I am exhausted. Always. I could drink a pot of coffee and still fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow, but I rarely face my alarm clock with a sense of enthusiasm. To be fair, I have never been a morning person. But now I have this tiny human and I find that I'm still struggling to balance my life with baby. I yawn all day long. I was really hoping to have my poop in a group by now, almost 10 months in. But then things like this happen and I'm worried for my own sanity:
Mrs: I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back. Keep an eye on Charlie.
Mr: Okay, fine.
Minutes pass by, I have gone to the restroom and accomplished some small task in the kitchen and join Mr. and Charlie in the living room.
Mrs: Shoot, I still haven't gone to the bathroom.
Mr: *worried look* You just went.
Mrs: I did?! Really?!
I wish I could make this stuff up. I can't tell if I'm just completely sleep-deprived or losing my mind one day at a time. I can't remember the last time I slept through the night, it was certainly before Charlotte was born as I had some wicked heartburn and side pains at the end of my pregnancy and had been getting up nonstop to pee when I was pregnant. It's entirely possible that an entire year has already passed. I wouldn't know as I can't even remember if I just used the restroom.
Does it ever come back? That feeling of 'togetherness'? Am I going to feel this way forever? Charlotte's sleeping will get better (she's done great this week so far) and eventually, I can be done with pumping (I'm still up in the middle of the night to pump). The day I pack up my pump will likely be celebrated with drinks and dancing.
I just need someone to remind me, and maybe I can remind myself, that this too shall pass.
Right?
Anyone?
Mrs: I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back. Keep an eye on Charlie.
Mr: Okay, fine.
Minutes pass by, I have gone to the restroom and accomplished some small task in the kitchen and join Mr. and Charlie in the living room.
Mrs: Shoot, I still haven't gone to the bathroom.
Mr: *worried look* You just went.
Mrs: I did?! Really?!
I wish I could make this stuff up. I can't tell if I'm just completely sleep-deprived or losing my mind one day at a time. I can't remember the last time I slept through the night, it was certainly before Charlotte was born as I had some wicked heartburn and side pains at the end of my pregnancy and had been getting up nonstop to pee when I was pregnant. It's entirely possible that an entire year has already passed. I wouldn't know as I can't even remember if I just used the restroom.
Does it ever come back? That feeling of 'togetherness'? Am I going to feel this way forever? Charlotte's sleeping will get better (she's done great this week so far) and eventually, I can be done with pumping (I'm still up in the middle of the night to pump). The day I pack up my pump will likely be celebrated with drinks and dancing.
I just need someone to remind me, and maybe I can remind myself, that this too shall pass.
Right?
Anyone?
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