My baby is five months old today. It feels like he just got here and like he’s been here forever. Five months.
I still wear my yoga pants pretty much every day. Maternity yoga pants. Surprisingly, I’m pretty ok with that.
Nothing productive happens in my house before noon. I usually don’t even finish my first cup of coffee before noon. Our schedule is crazy unusual. I’m pretty ok with that, too.
I’m doing a lot of things I thought I’d never do and not doing a lot of things I thought I’d always do. Maybe it’s because I’m older or softer or just more comfortable, but having a baby is so different this time around. And I’m ok with that, too.