Labor is Way Over

So I finally got the baby ticker/timeline down, six and a half weeks after the fact. Blueberry will be seven weeks old this coming Monday (or four days from now). I used to wonder if it was hard for moms to remember what week their baby was, but so far it's really easy to be obsessively aware of such things. Of course, counting to seven is also really easy... but by the time it gets hard we switch to months. "My baby is twenty months old." Of course, that still doesn't mean a lot to me and I automatically translate it into years. Only "one week" through "seven weeks" truly mean anything to me so far. It's really stunning how much changes in just a few weeks, or even a few days. I wasn't prepared for that, even though I suppose I'd heard of that before. It's startling to watch it happen before your eyes. I didn't read up on babies before Blueberry was born because I just wasn't interested in anything but pregnancy. I knew the interest would arrive with the baby, which is exactly what happened. It's weird to read that baby will smile at you at six weeks, and then HE DOES! (And yes, I know every baby is an individual and will not do everything according to a timeline.)

Speaking of time, it is flying by. People have asked if I am lonely being home, but the answer is definitely no. In fact, I probably have too many visitors and plan too many social outings. I'm finding that I spend more time with my mom friends now - and have cultivated new mom friends. I was worried about my non-mom friends leaving me behind, but here I am gravitating towards the moms. It's nice getting their advice, seeing what they do and knowing they are not annoyed about talking about babies. The most fun thing I've been doing is learning to wrap Blueberry. I have a new friend who is my advisor in all things wrapping. She's super helpful. Making mom friends is also teaching me that there are lots of parenting opinions and that most people want to be friends with people who parent like they do. There's a spectrum from extreme Attachment Parenting to those who don't pick up their babies much and serve Cheetos for snacks. (Or so I am told.)