Simon is six months old today. Insane.
One big observation...a hot take if you will:
Of course I'll preface this statement with that he might just be a great baby and I'm not working...BUT...
this baby thing hasn't been anywhere close to as hard/tiring/stressful/life-changing/overwhelming as nearly everyone told me it was going to be.
If I'm being truly honest, the only thing that caused me great stress and turmoil was the four days I tried to breastfeed. After I ditched that effort, it's been smooth sailing.
I can't say I feel all that different. I enjoy being home with him, but I miss work too. I love having more mental space for my yoga teaching, reading, cooking, writing, etc...but I also miss the structure of work every day.
I don't know how many times mothers told me I won't be able to do what I want, it will be hard to find time for myself, and that it only gets easier, etc, etc.
And the reaction inside my head was/is always...YEAH DUH. I know that life will be totally different, but that's a given when you decide to have a kid right?!
I still manage to do mostly everything I want...it just looks a little different. And I'm fine with that.
Like I said before, I am not working and for me, this is key. I am so lucky and I don't take it for granted.
Every single day I'm grateful for my situation.
Here's to another six months, which I know now will FLY by.