Adjusting to Life

So, I've kind of realized that there is all this novelty when you first bring home a baby and everything is crazy and people are coming over all the time and then things begin to die down and you wake up every morning to the sound of a crying infant and she has big eyes and poops a lot and cries a lot and you love her and realize that you can only do what you can do and life will continue on and this little baby will be a part of it.

We were at the racquet club this afternoon and a mom with her daughter walked by. Her daughter had a little racquet tucked under her arm and was talking to her mom as they came down from the restaurant and I thought, maybe that will be us one day. The millrose games was on the tv and I thought, maybe she'll run like me one day.

And that's where we're at right now. We sit around and ask eachother if she knows she's loved and if one or the other of us thinks she'll play soccer or tennis or run or play guitar (well, that one is just Ricky). I don't think I realized that as quickly as everything moves, there would also be these big lulls in time where she is just tiny and can't see you or smile at you. She just opens up her eyes and half way smiles. I get all excited until I realize she's just pooping or passing gas.

Anyways, being a mom is wonderful. Still very surreal, but good. I have realized that I can atleast go to the racquet club because there are places to breastfeed that don't make me feel like a moron. The ladies are very nice to me, too, as I camp out in the towel closet or the back of the locker room.

I worked out for the first time today. I walked for twenty minutes on the treadmill and did some crunches. Yay for getting back to the size I was when I was 6 month's pregnant. I'm not even goaling to be the size I was before I got pregnant...let alone the size I was in college. I'm sticking with the currently realistic goal of fitting back into the clothes I could still wear when I was 6 month's pregnant.

Ricky is taking a technical writing class and it has pretty much begun to consume his life. He spends hours pouring over websites and writing papers. The class is pretty much awesome but very time consumming. Soon he will have his degree and all this studying will be behind us. I feel very blessed to be able to hang out with him so much while he has been studying. It has been kind of fun. I get to read novels...fluffy christian novels that make me happy. And I feed the baby. The story of my new life.

Here are some pictures. One from tonight at the club and three to show how hard it is to get one good picture. I left off half the bad ones...