A new normal...

Today I got up at 5:30 and was up for the day. I wasn't even grouchy about it. I was actually excited because August slept through the night for the second time in 4 days and this was the only time I had to get up all night. I then proceeded to be very productive...packing lunches, getting him ready to go, getting myself ready, and off to work I went. I actually felt kind of empowered juggling mom duties and still making it to work on time.

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.

It's bizarre.

Here I am...in the middle of a new normal...and kind of loving it.

Crazy.