I'm hoping October is the month to get back into me - into my work, into my exercise, into eating right, into finishing (or starting?) decorating the house and just into a routine of some sort. So far, life after baby is exactly how I imagined it and at the same time exactly opposite of how I imagined it. Which makes me happy that I really didn't have any sort of set expectations because I think I would be thoroughly disappointed by now.
One thing I was not expecting, though, was falling more in love with this girl each day that passes when it already feels like I could never love her more than I already do.
Ahh life, you're kind of awesome.