I am tired. There is absolutely no other way to describe how I feel. All last week I was struggling with the craziest dizzy sensation I have ever experienced. Perhaps it was my own fault for making a joke that I was pregnant on the blog---I felt pregnant all over again, but WAY worse. It seemed as though I was on a treadmill/cruise ship/merry go round all at the same time. I even had to leave work one day---praying that I would make it home safely. I was scared to even hold Emily for fear of dropping her. I started going to a chiropractor on Friday and slowly but surely I am finally feeling some relief.
I never knew how exhausting it could be working full time and being a "full-time" mom after work. It feels like it never ends and I know that this is just the beginning. Emily still isn't sleeping through the night---or at least my definition of sleeping through the night. She goes at least 5 hours, but often 6 hours and once and a while she will go 8 hours. I literally have less than an hour in a day to do something for me---which usually means sitting on the couch with a bowl of ice cream....yeah, that will make the remaining prego pounds melt off! ha!
Okay, this may sound like a pity party post---it isn't meant to be. It is meant for me to proclaim that in the midst of my extreme exhaustion, I am so in love with this little girl. She has truly stolen my heart. I can't go 5 minutes without thinking of her and getting some goofy little smirk on my face. Her big open mouth smile brings so much joy, her funny little bubble/spitting makes me smile, her flailing arms and kicking legs make me chuckle and her too tired to do anything but lay on my chest makes me melt. This love--it is like no other.