10 Weeks. It has been 10 solid weeks since I had Grayson and things still feel out of sorts. There still isn't a solid routine or schedule. Our bedroom is still a temporary (I hope) baby squatting zone. My house is still in a state of "I had a baby and can almost -but not quite- keep up with the clutter" mess. And my belly still looks 12+ weeks pregnant.

Okay, more like 18 weeks pregnant.

But anyway. Here is the kicker.

It is okay.

Yes, I am coming to the realization that this seemingly off balance lifestyle may actually be -gasp- perfectly level.

And completely foreign to me.

Only it isn't, because if I really look back far into my memory, I can distinctly remember the same feelings after I had Sophie. Yup, I felt the same way after having my ONE baby. Oh, poor naive past Courtney. Future Courtney wishes she could tell you how much simpler things are with just one.

But to get back on the subject, I am finally reaching that point where enough is enough and just like I did after Sophia, I am slowly stepping it up and getting my life back onto a track that I feel comfortable and more in control of. And who cares if the new track is a lot bumpier than my past tracks?

The scenery is so much sweeter. 

lv,
CH