Thoughts

It feels like I've lived my life in this bubble recently. I've been living in a serene place where everything moved at this relaxed and easy pace. Mondays were just another day to me...like Saturday. If I was tired I could go back to sleep while Owen took his morning nap. If he was fussy, we had the next day to have fun...and try something new. But tomorrow my bubble pops. My maternity leave is over and real life begins. This precious time with my first child is closing. I'm so very sad. But I'm sad for a number of reasons. Not only because I have to go back to work. Or because I'll be missing Owen and have a void in heart every morning while he shares his morning conversation with Grandma PJ instead of me. But also because this time is already gone. My baby boy is over ten and half weeks old. We're quickly moving into a new phase of life. Already. I feel like I did when I went into the hospital all those weeks ago. Bittersweet. I'm going to tearfully say goodbye to this blissful, challenging, amazing 10 weeks of my life and step swiftly into something I knew was coming. I'm going to join the working mom's of the world. I'm motivated to establish a new routine and welcome in the warm lazy days of summer. To watch Owen grow every day and plan for the future. But part of me is terrified at just how fast everything else seems to move. 10 weeks with Owen is already gone...never to be had again. Wow.