These past five months for me have flown by in a whirlwind of physical and psychological healing and growth (well, shrinkage, if I take into account losing that baby weight!) It's been wonderful and difficult and stressful, yet also the sweetest and most beautiful part of my life so far. Caring for a little human is so much harder than I imagined! I've discovered that I need way more patience than I am hard-wired to give. I've realized that my control-freak tendencies are stronger than I had anticipated. I've realized that I don't have enough time in the day to do the things that I really want to do that constantly makes me stressed and angry because I feel that if it doesn't get done RIGHT NOW, life will probably stop altogether and I'll be stuck with this mess of a kitchen/bathroom/living room/back yard/insert-a-space-of-your-choice-here FOREVER. It's enough to drive a person (my husband) crazy.