So Henry is six weeks old today and I feel so accomplished, like I have reached the top of a very steep (albeit low in elevation) mountain, and it's all going to be easy downhill walking from here on out. Not that EVERYTHING with Henry's going to be easy, but for those of you who are parents, you can agree with me that the first six weeks are the hardest. I think that in addition to the baby needing something for what has seemed like the bulk of every hour of every day, the fact that until now, he hasn't really interacted with me much made the first six weeks hard. Finally there is more fun than pain, more sleeping time than feeding time, and more dirty diapers than I ever imagined. Seriously, whoever says that your laundry doubles with each kid didn't remember to mention that your trash about triples. I had totally forgotten how many diapers a newborn goes through a day (about 10)!
To celebrate Henry's "hump day", I was able to paint my fingernails, fix the vacuum, and make a trip by myself to Home Depot for gardening stuff. I was NOT able to: paint my toenails, actually vacuum the carpet with the fixed vacuum, or plant any of the gardening stuff. But hey, it's progress.