New Normal

I used to hate that phrase: "new normal." It's so overused that it hardly means anything anymore. Unless, of course, you are a new parent. Then new normal means A LOT. Like not taking shower time for granted. Or learning to function on a solid 3 hours of sleep. Or obsessing about the contents of your kid's stomach based on the contents of her diaper. Or measuring a day not by hours or minutes, but by how many times the baby has eaten and for how long at a stretch.

But New Normal is good...at least mine is. The husband and I are adjusting pretty well to life with our new little Elliot Delaney (you can call her Ellie, we do). It helps that my stepmom is here to help us out - that extra pair of hands and mom experience definitely comes in handy - until Tuesday. So far, we have been very lucky with our little lady...she is a good eater, good sleeper, and pretty much the most beautiful baby that ever graced this Earth. (Not that I am biased at all, of course.)

My body is NOT yet normal, but it's getting there. I still look about 4-5 months pregnant and I'm healing from some um, tearing that is a little less than comfortable. But give it a few weeks, I'm told, and my new normal body won't freak me out nearly as much. I must say that after gaining 37 lbs (yes, I'm admitting my total weight gain for posterity's sake), I'm not TOO freaked out by my flabby midsection and not-so-rapidly shrinking ass. Nine months on, nine months off is my new motto.

And since this has been a wordy post, I'll wrap it up for now (also, my new mom brain is mush at best) and leave you with a photo of the World's Most Perfect And Amazing and Beautiful Newborn Baby Girl: