Cue the Dolly Parton

Although I did have my first "girls night out" NYE, and not nursing for 12 hours seriously caused the twins to quadruple in size (Jared was thrilled), this isn't another blog post about my boobs.

 

I cue the Dolly Parton because my world is about to change. Again. I'll be the first to admit, I've been super spoiled. J only worked out of the house part time during the house renovations and through Penelope's first 5 months. I am so grateful and appreciative to have had such a long period to adjust to being a mom and I am in awe of the women I know who are taking care of their kids without a ton of help from their partners. I have an incredibly supportive one. Even if he doesn't always "get it". What ones really do? *wink

Now that he's gone and gotten himself a 9 to 5, I realize I am about to lose my baby breaks. I've got another 6 months to go before mat leave is over and I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. I have an incredible partner. He's come to the doctor's appointments with me, taken her for an hour so I could go to a yoga class or to the pool and played and read with her so I could take a nice long bath, make a meal or write.

I have become so accustomed to being able to pass her off for 5 minutes to catch my breath when her fussy time gets the best of me. Will I be able to handle being with Penelope for 8 hours a day alone? Will I become one of those moms with the crazed out look in her eyes accompanied by wicked mom hair because I've lost my shower time during the day? 

Oh. My. Gods. Will we be reduced to eating food out of a box or a can? Will I end up sneaking cocktails through the day or pouring vodka on my cereal?

Tomorrow is day one so I guess we'll just see how it goes...