And etc…

So I feel like it is still July 23rd, the day Baby showed up. Seriously. Due to the fourish hours of sleep I get a night (that’s an average. One time I got more and it was awesome–thank you Husband), it is like the day never ends. Life is all one long day. Long is not even a strong enough word for it. It is a never-ending day where everything repeats itself ala Groundhog Day. Baby cries. Baby gets new diaper. Baby eats. Baby screams for no reason. I have to bring Baby into the bathroom with me in order to go to the bathroom. Repeat. (Hopefully that bathroom part is not traumatic for Baby. She doesn’t seem to care at the moment. Or even realize what’s going on. And, well, she poops in front of EVERYONE, so what’s the big deal? She probably thinks it’s normal for bathroom activities to be public affairs.)

I’m not really sure how I’m still alive. I think it’s chance. I find it hard to believe that everyone starts life as a baby, and yet the human race has survived. Really? If this is all the result of intelligent design, well, it seems like a risky plan. Sure, babies have reflexes, but the helplessness and the screaming…aren’t endearing. I can’t wait until we can open up the lines of communication here. Sure, everyone tells me I’ll miss the days when she couldn’t talk back, but at least she’ll be able to poop on her own. And I’ll be able to again. I can’t wait.