There’s this little fact that when someone asks “how are you doing” that most times, they really don’t actually care.
These days, I’m getting that question a lot. My standard answer? I’m fine.
And while I’m sure that annoys some of the askers, I’m pretty sure no one wants to hear…
That I’m running on sleep that comes in increments of 1.5-2 hours at a time.
That I’m so out of it sometimes that I’m wearing a pink elastic hair band on my wrist(s) to remind me which side I need to feed on next.
That I’m completely self conscious of the “headlight effect” happening courtesy of my nursing pads.
That it’s driving me crazy that what shushing/singing/swaying/swaddling tactics work one time to get Reese to sleep well completely fail the next time around.
That my wedding ring & engagement ring still don’t fit right.
That I feel like a freaking dairy cow because I’m nursing every 1-3 hours, depending on the day.
That there’s times I fear my nipples may get ripped off due to the thrashing around of a certain three-week-old.
That I’m completely sick of wearing absorbent anything in my chonies.
That my hair is falling out like whoa and if I didn’t have such think hair, I’d be afraid I were going bald.
That I swear I’m in a constant state of stank…and can’t figure out exactly why.
That I can’t button a single pair of pants.
That some of my pants I can’t even get over my ass.
That I sweat…a lot…like a gross amount. For no reason.
That I feel like a complete jerk of a wife because Andy is doing way, WAY more than his share around the house.
That I feel like an even bigger jerk of a mom because Rylee is taking the back seat to baby sister.
I mean really…would you really want to hear all that?
Yea, didn’t think so.
So see? When you ask me how I’m doing? I’m fine.
But, here’s the deal…the way I see it, all of this just comes with the territory of having a newborn.
And holding this sweet girl in my arms, makes it all worth it.
Oh, and I do get to shower daily, so there’s that…
