Where did Saturday go?

Weekends for me have become a time of rest. A and I take turns catching up on our sleep. I sleep through the night, he sleeps during the day, and we nap when X naps. We don't go out, we don't make any plans. 

If someone had asked me a year ago, "Shelby, what would you say if someone occupied every two hours of your life and you had to devote your full attention to that person no matter what? I would have said, "Uh, no way, I want to have a life, that is too much work." 

When I used to get up at 8 am and get my day started, I now wake up about 10 or 11. This is usually after waking up previously for two or three morning feedings. I'm lucky if I get my shower by 3 pm. I find myself wondering where the weekend went when Sunday evening rolls around.  How I am going to handle this when I go back to work still confounds me. 

Today I ran errands for the first time by myself. Granted I could only be out for 30 minutes because X was due for a feeding, but it was a nice break. 

I get a little nostalgic for the "old days" sometimes. Saturdays during football season meant cookouts and drinking beers at bars with friends while catching the UT games. Game Day now consists of A, X, and I sprawled out on the couch, still in our PJ's. Maybe we'll be able to get out in a month or two when X gets a little bigger and stronger. We can take him to my parents while we catch the game somewhere.

Saturdays are still fun in new ways, though. Having X around is so wonderful. He is the sweetest thing. We get to dance during the day and play on his play pad. Well, I dance and play, he just kind of watches in confusion or falls asleep. Today while he was sleeping on my chest, I looked down at him and I just couldn't help but get all giddy and teary-eyed. He's my little boy. He won't be little forever, so I'm trying to soak up his baby days while I can. 

Life has changed so much in the past three weeks, but I couldn't imagine it any other way.