Don't get me wrong. I'm 8 hours into a 10 hour work day and I'm dragging. I'm sleepy. I miss August. I've eaten 8 cookies. I have no idea what to make for dinner.
I knew motherhood would change me. I was almost glad to be forced into getting used to being up early and being productive but I was expecting to feel worn and maybe a little selfish at times (maybe all the time). I'm surprised by how normal everything seems.
Most of my fears and worries have kind of crumbled at my feet. I love being a mom. I didn't realize how right it would feel. How much I'd enjoy it. I thought for sure I'd have many moments wishing for things I couldn't have back (like spontaneous movie-outings, sleeping in, and a stretch mark free tummy) in the early sleepless weeks (I mean my mood usually balances heavily on how much sleep I'm getting) but those moments are few and far between.
Here I am...in the middle of a new normal...and kind of loving it.