Event Horizon

I've started three different posts in the last few weeks, and never seem to get to the point of hitting "publish." Scintillating topics I'm dying to expound upon, should the time ever present itself, include but are not limited to the following.

Labor Story Part III: I forgot to tell you about the actual baby getting born
Breastfeeding: Not as bad as I thought it would be
Breastfeeding II: Except for the parts that really suck (not too tired for the lousy pun, folks!)
Breastfeeding Corollary: I've seen everything on TV and it's all bad
Daycare: How can I miss you if you never go away?
Sleep: I want it

Things are getting much better, but the cumulative effect of 11 weeks of nervous exhaustion are not receding as quickly as I would like. Once again, I blame evolution. How stupid is this system? Pregnancy gets more and more ponderous for nine months, then you go through a long and painful labor to get the baby out of your body, your system floods with hormones that produce a lot of cheap tears and gut-wrenching anxiety, you learn the basic skills of new parenthood while recovering from a bloody trauma to your precious lady parts, newborns can do almost nothing except wail like angry cats, and then you don't get to sleep for three months.

Obviously, the person going through this process is the ideal candidate to be the primary caretaker of a helpless little new life. This particular confluence of factors is almost guaranteed to produce a caregiver with outstanding judgment, patience, and boundless energy. It's quite amazing to me that the species has made it as far as we have, frankly.

I can see why they give a tax deduction for going through this. It should really be higher.

So, that's where things stand. I am trying to climb out of this black hole of new motherhood, laws of physics be damned. I'll be back with photos soon, I promise. If I'm going to bring the whining, I guess I'd better bring the cute.