Motherhood is tough, man. Especially when you're going it alone most of the day.
When I set up this blog, I had envisioned I would be so bored at home, I'd be updating every day, or even several times a day, but I did not expect to be so caught up with taking care of Baby K I just haven't found the time or energy to do so.
Wanted to write about my confinement experience - that's three weeks gone now - and the first time Guinness met Baby K - that was more than two weeks ago - or even the day I moved back home from mum's, about a week and a half ago.
That said, however, I am enjoying the process of watching Baby K grow day by day - never thought I had a maternal side in me but surprisingly, I have been patient with her where normally I would have thrown up my hands in despair/frustration. And it's true, what they say about falling in love with your child. It reminds me almost of my feelings towards Guinness when he was still a puppy - being away from her makes me think about and worry about her, and holding her in my arms just brings such joy and contentment. It's weird, really. In so many ways having a dog is like a rehearsal for having a baby. Heh.
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