You know, I used to have a life. I used to do stuff. I used to be more useful than this.
Sometimes, I remember what our/my life was like before there was a mini version of us. We had our routine, but we traveled, too. We saw movies in the theater. We could meet friends for frozen yogurt on a whim. We could drop everything and go somewhere on the spur of the moment. Naturally, we didn't normally (or ever, really) do that kind of thing, but we could've. It was an option. It was out there.
Now, going out takes a lot of planning, whether we're taking the Munchkin or not. Food. Drinks. Diapers. Toys. Blankets. Pacifiers. A stroller. Instructions for a babysitter. It's complicated and stressful and anxiety-inducing.
But it's the best thing, honestly. There are parts of the whole thing that I could definitely do without, but overall, we've worked out a great system now. Him and me. Me and The Munchkin. Him and The Munchkin. All three of us. It took MONTHS - and those were some long, very tiring, trying months, but it is so worth it. I wouldn't change anything.
For the record, I wasn't sure I wanted to have a second kid, but after we finally worked out our system and how we all interact, everything fell into place, and I'm really excited (and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous) about adventure #2: Peanut. I know it'll take months or even longer to adjust to a family of four instead of three, but I know well get there, and it'll work. Everything will be fine... Eventually... Assuming I survive the sleepless nights.