I keep thinking I should write a deep and meaningful post about motherhood, about how this transition into a mother has been - you know: the trials, the tribulations, the joys, the adjustment, the “who am I now?” moments. I’ve been reading Mommyblogs for years with all that stuff.

Except I find myself with nothing to say. Parenthood is just as challenging as I’d imagined - sleepless nights, crying babies, the whole bag with this thankless custodial arrangement. And yes, your child smiling at you is as fantastic as I’d hoped. But I still feel the same, like me. Only with a tiny unreasonable person attached.

I realize we’re lucky over here - the kid is healthy and mellow and doesn’t really have any big issues. Craig and I older and stable and we worked towards this for two years. Maybe all that makes the transition easier. Or maybe I’m fooling myself, maybe I’m still living in the post birth cocoon.

In any case, being a mama so far is grand.