Routine

My biggest fear when I got pregnant, was that my life was going to be horribly boring from then on. I dreaded the idea of stability and routine. Alas, five weeks and three days have passed since I gave birth to this precious little man, and life has been anything but still since then. Baby=boring life, is the biggest misconception that exists. Here I am, sitting in a nursery, I was under the impression that my child was fast asleep and I could resume blogging. Now he is starting to squirm, arising from the depths of his deep dream land. His little arms are flailing and his feet, wrapped within a sleep bag are piking straight into the air. And the cry is beginning, gotta go.