Miss N is now a month old but enough about her, back to me.
Since delivery I feel like I have lost about 50 IQ points. It seems that hormonal disruptions of neural functioning affects even the smartest person in the world. Yes, it's true. This was all too evident last night when we were out with J's coworkers. I watched in horror (almost like an out-of-body/mind experience) as I made the most mundane comments to conversation topics. Easily distracted by Nadia's grunts from below in the car seat, I was hardly able to offer the quick comebacks I once produced easily. This does not bode well for the April reunion I will be having with old smarty pants friends. The things they don't tell you.
They also don't tell you a lot about recovering from abdominal surgery. Sure I knew it sucked and didn't want it, but I don't think I was prepared for just how much it sucks. (Mind you I only had about 20 minutes to prepare for it!) And just how slow it is. Four weeks later, today was the first day I drove. The first day Nadia and I went out together. How depressing is that? And now, after no physical activity for a month, I am in terrible shape. I can't wait to get back to exercising.... even if it's ridiculously slow! Maybe this weekend I can start a brisk walking routine. Maybe.
On a positive note, she has started sleeping much better at night and even a bit during the day. Perhaps she was having a growth spurt between weeks 2 and 3. Last night, for example, she slept for 5 hours straight! I hope this continues.... I'm much less psychotic this way....mostly. Speaking of which, she has been sleeping since the car ride home so I should try to do the same. That is all.