Maternity leave, at least in the first four weeks, has been a blur of feeding Neva, changing Neva, hugging and kissing Neva, trying to clean the house, shop, and keep some sort of adult relationship going with the man. Not as easy as I thought. I have even let some things go by the wayside. Toy left in the middle of the room? I’ll pick it up later. I now only sweep twice a day as opposed to my vigorous 3-4 times a day (I know, a bit much). And my bleach fetish has come down a notch. A small notch.
So I have noticed I’ve lightened up a bit, figuratively speaking, but not really in my “figure”. We shall touch on this later.
I’ve noticed certain things like:
- in the grocery store they sell bags of pre-mashed and buttered potatoes that just need to be microwaved. Tempting, but I’m not THAT far behind the eight ball yet. And who is? Who can’t find the time to boil, mash, and butter a potato?
- I’ve noticed that I LIKE Major League Baseball after all, and that I may harbour a small crush on that long-haired San Fran Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum. Perhaps a bit nerdy, but when you have tenderloin every night, sometimes you need a hanger steak to spice things up.
- I’ve noticed that gas has gone up, WAY up in price since I’ve given birth and had to fill The Subaru up for the first time in four weeks. Is there an oil embargo that I’ve missed while cooped up here on The Bench for the last 6 weeks?
- I’ve noticed young people drive like maniacs. Yes I’ve said it. I have officially reached the old and cynical age.
- I’ve noticed I weigh less then BEFORE getting pregnant, but that my pants can’t get over this new lovely curve of my hips that has taken place. I’ve noticed this and have labeled it : UNFAIR.
- On a happy note I’ve noticed the HandMade Market has some really cool vendors, and I’m looking forward to some Christmas shopping. Locally. With some really cool artists.
- But best of all I’ve noticed a new little girl in my life who has finally noticed me. She keeps her eye on me when feeding, and smiles at me in the morning. Yes it’s a bona fide smile and not gas. I know this because she smiles differently when she’s looking at the checkered pillow on the couch. She smiles with her “eyes” when she looks at me 🙂