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I'm late for Carter's three-month post. I guess that's what happens when you go back to work and no longer have endless hours holding baby on the couch with a free hand to blog from your phone. Three months in this world. Wow. And just about 1 year of existence . How crazy to think he started out as a tiny ball of cells. Carter's personality is just blooming, and it's been so incredible to watch. I keep saying that each new phase is the best, but it really is. Sure, I do miss the tiny, quiet, fits-in-the-crook-of-my-arm sleepy baby, but this squirmy, loud, getting heavy one is pretty dang awesome. So far, Carter's disposition seems pretty laid back and content. He enjoys people, a lot, but like his mama seems to also feel a bit overstimulated and likes some quiet. He squawks when he's tired of something and wants new scenery, and has this adorable new pouty lip when he's on the verge of crying. But generally he's very happy and will crack...

I joked that after my maternity leave ended I would be back to normal life. I very much felt in limbo while on leave, knowing that it wasn't a permanent situation, that my weekdays home with Carter were numbered, and that I was on the cusp of a whole new reality for me. For us, I should say, as it's affecting Carter perhaps even greater than me. While I was sort of kidding about going "back to normal" (because nothing about a new life with a baby feels the same), I knew going back to work would bring some normalcy and much needed structure back into my life. I loved my weeks home with him. LOVED. And I am so grateful we could afford me to do so. But at the same time, I am definitely feeling a bit more grounded and human now that I'm back at work. I hate saying that, as if I prefer to be working than home with my baby. I don't. But, if I am really honest, I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a full time stay-at-home mom. And my career, though at times exh...

My maternity leave has ended. Boo. These has been the most amazing weeks of my life. Such a whirlwind of love. Joy. Wonderment. (And of course sleep deprivation, stress, and exhaustion, but we don't need to focus on them). I'm so grateful that I could take this time with my sweet baby and create precious memories. But gosh, I just can't believe I'll be separated from him for 11 hours a day. How depressing. I've been fighting back tears for 3 days now. But truth be told, I am looking forward to getting into our new routine. And some adult time. And the ability to eat lunch with both hands, sitting, at my own pace. We've been living "in limbo" knowing that life was going to have to change after 12 weeks. So here, we move onto the next phase in our lives. I wish I could have some of both (work and home) but alas part time is not possible right now. While nursing Carter to sleep tonight, I started to get emotional. He must have sensed it, because he...