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Oct 18, 2008 09:13

So tired. I didn't realize the sleep deprivation would continue, would build on itself, would leave me stumbling through the days gasping, raccoon-eyed, grasping for elusive words needed to form full sensical sentences. Keats is nocturnal, it seems. Nights are his playground. I am the chaperon.

The good: He is such a dear. He is calm and patient with his fumbling new parents. He is an easy travel partner. He is a good sport. There are no words for how much we love him.

I'm down a pound from pre-pregnancy weight now and most clothes I've grabbed from my closet seem a little big. This thrills me but also I'm pretty sure it's muscle I'm losing, not fat. MM says I can exercise again hard core at 8 weeks post-partum. I'm enjoying my exercise-free zone while I can.

Many visitors in town this weekend, in part to meet Keats. This makes me happy but I'm finding myself too tired to properly participate. Dinners, parties, etc have been skipped in favor of early retirement. That's who I am now.

It's Saturday but Ali's working. Before he heads to the weapon seminar we're going out for breakfast. This is unusual and exciting. Happy Saturday.

me, daily, michele, weeknd, bag, k, food, tired, keats, keaton

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