Things I'm Getting Good at.

via Megan Elizabeth Photography

A month ago, my life changed drastically when Jack joined the party. Side note: Time is so weird. I kind of feel like I was just in the hospital with him yesterday, but I also feel like he's been hanging out with us forever. All that time I spent teaching myself to savor every day last year is really paying off. 

Anyway, I've had roughly a month to get used to this new normal. I say "roughly" because the days in the hospital and the first few days at home, my only goals were survive and get through the day with as little medication as possible. A month into this thing, and I've noticed that I've gotten pretty good at some new things.

Things I'm getting good at: 

Drinking my first cup of coffee really, really fast. I don't mind reheated coffee, as long as my first cup was fresh. It amazes me how much faster my coffee gets cold now that Jack is a part of my mornings. I fix a cup, sit down and pick him up, and bam, it's somehow been long enough for my warm mug of energy to be cold and gross. I, of all people, appreciate the routine of savoring a cup of coffee, but for now, that first cup gets chugged. Let's face it, I need the caffeine jolt anyway.

Typing with one hand. I am extremely proud of how I've kept up with my blog throughout pregnancy and having a baby. Before he was here, it was about working hard to get ahead of schedule. Now that he's here, it's about snuggling a baby with one hand and typing a blog post with the other.

Being okay with incomplete things. I don't like leaving things unfinished. But I also don't like not sleeping. And lately, it sometimes comes down to choosing one or the other. So whether it's a to-do list that only got half crossed off or a dishwasher that didn't get loaded, if it means getting some extra sleep, you best believe I'm leaving it as it is.

Caring zero percent what other people think. Okay, realistically that number is probably still somewhere around seventeen percent, but I'm working on it. Historically, I care entirely too much about what other people think of me-even strangers. The past month has changed that. The first time we took a big trip out of the house to see other people, my hair was super frizzy and I looked like I'd been awake for three days-and I did not care. Sure, I had the thought, it would have been nice to be able to fix my hair and makeup for today, but that was quickly taken over by the thought of it's so freaking nice to be out of the house, who cares what I look like. Old me would have worried that moving away from you when you look like you're about to touch my baby would offend you, new me is just like, BYEEEEE.

One month of learning new things down, forever to go. Happy Monday!