So remember how I talked about us moving into the house Paul grew up in? Well, we’ve slowly been packing the smaller things and moving them into the new house. Let me tell you, the whole packing and moving process right after having a baby is rough. Taking care of a newborn (as in feeding him every two hours, even at night, and surviving on 3-5 hours of sleep a day) plus taking care of a four-year-old, plus trying to stay on top of housework (with emphasis on *trying*) PLUS packing up an entire house is exhausting. Sometimes all I feel like doing is crying. I don’t really know why; this move is a good thing for us. What an awesome opportunity we’ve been given. The house is bigger, there’s a ton more storage space, a humongous yard, an amazing school system, the conveniences of city living such as no more hauling our trash and recycleables off and having loads of stores and restaurants at our fingertips. There’s nothing to be sad over. This is an amazing thing happening for us. I hate that I feel so weepy these days.

I think I’m just feeling so overwhelmed right now, and I’m sure its due to my fluctuating hormones coupled with lack of sleep and the stress of caring for a newborn. Having a newborn just in and of itself is draining; piling everything else on top of that is a recipe for exhaustion.

I would really like to get some rest, but that won’t happen any time soon. Its impossible to take a nap when the baby sleeps during the day because of everything that needs to be done. I wish I could just fast forward a couple of months, but then I’d miss out on this precious time in John’s life. Sometimes it feels like I just can’t win. I know things will be just fine once we get moved and settled in, but in the short term, it’s so overwhelming.

I know things will be better in a few short weeks. I’ll get through it and will look back on this time with fondness and maybe even laughter.


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