Before my little guy was here, I always wondered what was so time-consuming about having a newborn.  I mean, on paper the little punkins sleep 16-20 hours a day, shouldn’t that afford one oodles of time to get stuff done?

What the statistics fail to relay, however, is that there is a productivity black hole that comes gratis with each newborn.  Time, which seems to limp by when you’re pregnant, suddenly becomes fluid.  An hour will slip by completely unnoticed by you while you’re trying to nap, but then you’ll glare at the clock for saying a mere five minutes have passed when you’re trying to get your baby back to sleep at 4 in the morning.

For example, my birth story.  It was long, but I type fast and those two posts would ordinarily have taken me maybe an hour tops to write and edit.  With a baby, however, they took me almost a week.  I would just sit down to work on them when Aidan would decide he’d had enough of napping/looking around/listening to music.

We have a doctor appointment for the little guy in just a few minutes, but I just wanted to pop by and say that life is slowly starting to resemble normalcy.  As much normalcy as a life revolving around boobs and diapers can contain, that is.  I’m optimistic that I’ll post again soon, but for now I’ll leave you with one little gem from new motherhood:

Did you know that a newborn boy can pee one foot into the air no problem?  Like geysers, they are!