I've never been very good at slowing down. When I had Bug, I remember those first few weeks of craziness and hormones and sleep-deprivation and going from full speed ahead at work to STOP. SIT ON COUCH. NAP IF YOU CAN. It was kind of rough for me.
This time around, I'm trying to enjoy this more. It's still been hard, as I'm definitely anxious to get moving again. Moving at home. Moving at work. Moving in workouts. But this time, I'm definitely cutting myself some slack. Four weeks ago, my body did something freaking amazing. I know that I need to be patient with it, and work on its schedule--not mine. I'm trying to enjoy these crazy night hours as much as I can, despite them making me lose my marbles from time to time. Because I know as never-ending as this stage seems, I will blink and she'll be the size of Bug. And I'll barely be able to catch her.
I'm getting better at understanding that sometimes you have to slow down, or in your quest to do everything you'll miss everything.