I’m getting sleep. I’m not getting much sleep, certainly not enough sleep, but, with one night’s exception, I’m not getting no sleep.
I’m meeting with my students, weekly one on ones and a biweekly lab meeting. They are making progress, but slowly. I do not think their speed is my fault.
Spud weighs somewhere around 10.8 lbs, based on my not-accurate bathroom scale, up from 9 lbs last time I weighed him. I constantly worry my milk supply is too low, despite him powering through diapers like a champ.
In fact, I worry a lot, in fits and starts. I am not used to being so immobile, so house bound. The grey relentlessness of January is not helping. I feel ok – not too anxious, not sad beyond reason. But I have a lot of space in my day and I sometimes fill it with worrying. I have downloaded library books to my kindle to hopefully fill space more healthfully.
I worry this is going to get really hard when my parade of visitors dries up this weekend. I am tired of having guests, but I am deeply extroverted and long days alone may prove trying.
My freezer is stuffed to the gills with food made by loving hands, and Pea is here with a hug whenever I need one, so hopefully it will all be ok.