After the hectic scramble of moving out of our apartment and figuring out where we were going to store pretty much all of our belongings, the two (soon to be three) of us settled in to my parents' apartment in August '09 and began waiting for our baby girl to arrive. After weeks of feeling like a ticking time bomb, I gave birth to Mia Serafina on October 10, which was simultaneously the most unbelievably difficult and most unbelievably wonderful thing I've ever done.
Mia is now nearly five months old, and I finally feel like I have adjusted to my new life, so much so that I can now resurrect this blog. In the early months, it was all I could do to get through each day without feeling so overwhelmed that I hid under the covers. I always thought, pre-newborn, that I knew what it was like to feel exhausted. I realize now that I never knew the true meaning of the word. Which, as it turns out, has given me a whole new respect for single parents and parents of multiples. I honestly don't know how they get through those first weeks. Things are much easier now, and a lot more fun.