My friend Amber took these amazing pictures of Marigny a few weekends back.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
I have been putting off posting. Why? I am suffering from a severe case of bloggers block. Plus life is pretty overwhelming at the moment. I admit that I may have been a bit unrealistic in thinking that I would just have a baby and everything would go back to normal. I foolishly thought that after Marigny was born everything would be just as it was, just with a baby. When I say everything, I mean everything, work, running, body, life, you name it. I have since learned that things do not just bounce back to the way they were previously.
The new normal.
It is a normal where I get very little sleep.
It is a normal where being able to cook dinner uninterrupted is a triumph.
It is a normal where a four miler is a big accomplishment.
It is a normal where my boobies are a good three sizes larger and a measured six inches lower than where they began.
It is a normal where the highlight of my day is picking up Marigny from Nana Erla’s.
It is a normal where the smallest grin can brighten an entire morning.
It is a normal where bodily functions no longer terrify and disgust me.
It is a normal where I have no problem whipping out the aforementioned larger and lower boobie when I need to.
It is a normal where I sympathize with parents who travel or really, go anywhere with children.
It is a normal where a trip to the grocery store for a gallon of milk is an enormous undertaking.
It is a normal where I am ten pounds heavier than the number on the scale that usually makes me freak out, which means I am twenty pounds heavier than where I began.
It is a normal where when I look at Marigny I totally forget about that weight.
It is a normal in which I feel happy regardless of how little sleep I got, how difficult a run was or how trying work was.
The new normal suits me.