I’m scared to have sex. Ahem…TMI, I know, but I just have to get this out there: I’m terrified. Simply because it was only 6 short weeks ago that I birthed a 7 1/2 pound human out of that area, so I think you know where I’m going. Ouch. My poor husband though- I do feel for him, but I’m just not sure I’m physically healed and ready yet. Anyone else have these reservations after childbirth? Plus, you know, I’m exhausted, so that would cut into sleep time some more. The struggle.
I feel like I’m a diaper changing milk machine. I confess: my two year old is nowhere near being potty trained (she’s terrified of Pull-Ups for some reason & she will only sit on the potty with a diaper on). So that means I’ve got two in diapers, which means I change about 500 diapers a day, which resulted in me calling the city and asking for a bigger garbage can for outside (seriously). Josiah also loves to eat every 5 minutes, so I feel like my boobs are just out and he’s at an all day buffet. I’m literally nursing on demand. I wish he’d fill up and stay full!
Having a newborn and a toddler is hard. Truer words have never been spoken and I feel like most days I’m struggling hard. If I can get in the car to drop my husband off at work, put on some sort of daytime clothing, get both babies to nap at the same time, and make dinner all in the same day it’s a miracle. Most days I only accomplish half of those things though and I still feel like I’ve run a marathon. By the time the big kids get home from school I’m counting down to bedtime and wishing I could skip the whole dinner thing.
I’m way too excited for TWD to return. If there’s one thing I’m looking forward to though, it’s the return of The Walking Dead. We’ve waited so long to know who died on the season finale- who’s it going to be? I’m thinking it’s Glenn, but I hope I’m wrong! Hoping to resume my traditional TWD viewing party with my friend Jodi and her husband (she lives just a few blocks away and I don’t have cable anymore), but I’m not sure how I’m going to finagle that with my bouncing baby boy who can’t bear to be away from my boobs for that long. He may just have to come along. Don’t worry- I’ll cover his eyes at the scary parts 😉