L'aventure américaine

We're over a week into this parenting thing and I have to say, it is pretty great. A little sleepless - but great.  Of course, I do burst into tears about three times a day.  Of course, Milo poops countless times per day.  Of course, I feel like I leak and he leaks constantly.  But... I miss him when we're apart for an hour.  But... I find his facial expressions endlessly amusing.  But... I take great pride in things that are undoubtedly developmentally normal (even though I'm pretty sure that he's advanced beyond his eight days).  So, I've turned into a sappy, ridiculous mom. Oh geez... Maizie and Bogey discuss this newest inconvenience while Randal explains to Juneau that Milo's are not for licking.  First outing of many. Success! Milo sports a new outfit. He looks great. He has to change it when I spill breast milk all over it. Oops. 

So, this happened last week.   He's pretty cool.  We'll keep him.

I think that I am in a very surreal part of my life.  When I initially got pregnant, while happy, the overwhelming emotion was just a sense of...  This is weird.   Eventually, I adjusted (kind-of) to the idea that I was pregnant.  I feel that I've been pregnant for a long time and have had a chance to add that to my identity. However, my sense of weird is currently heightened.  I have a 30 pound weight that constantly hangs off of me rendering a little tricky to sleep, stay awake in appointments, take deep breaths, and other regular functions.  But, I generally feel fine and not miserable at all like everyone told me I would feel at the end.  The thing is...  the thing that I just can't wrap my head around...  is that I'll be a parent in a couple of weeks. I was talking to Randal about my schedule at the beginning of this week.  I said, "Well, this week will be insane, but next week will be a lot easier.  And then I don't have anything planned