New mommy hood has me sleep-deprived and just a little brain-fried, and not quite functioning at full capacity.
I had been looking for my ipod since we returned from the hospital. I am not sure how or when, but it ended up in the dirty clothes basket. Just in case you were wondering, an ipod cannot survive a trip through the washing machine.
No more tunes or podcasts for me, but at least Lucien has clean clothes.
And yeah, about the birth story, NICU story, and post-partum fitness plan – all coming . . . sometime soon.