I used to be more interesting.

Before (that's Before, with a capital B), I'm sure I had other things to talk about. What was life full of - work, food, movies, restaurants, going out with friends, sewing, baking, gardening? I can't really remember. I do remember swearing I wasn't going to be one of those boring people who can only talk about their babies.

Fast forward to today, and my main topics of conversation these days are:

• sleep
• milk
• Mia
• ...
  

Yep, that's it. I am officially one of those people. Hey, at least I don't talk about poop. Much.

The reason is this: she takes ALL of my time, 24 hours a day. I have very little time for anything but nursing, changing, soothing, diapering, endless laundry, stuffing cloth diapers, putting away baby laundry, wiping up spit up, leaving a trail of baby washcloths, burp cloths and baby socks as we go, and picking it all up as well. It took me three hours to put away the dishes from the dishwasher the other day. One day I vacuumed with her in a sling - that was a MAJOR accomplishment!

I know it will get easier. It already has, really. We're trying for a schedule of sorts, and it's actually working - she's had two nights in a row now that have been better. Better means she's up every even hour to eat, burp and settle - which takes an hour. So I'm getting 4 one-hour stretches of sleep a night now. That is an improvement. I've realized that I've actually been sleeping with my eyes open (literally - I wake up and I immediately need drops in my eyes, they are so dried out).

I know that my sense of self and having a life outside of the baby will return as well. Eventually.

For now, I'm devoted to her care. It's my only job, my life's work and my passion... even at 4:00 am, when I'm dead tired and she's starving.

And this is why I have very little else to talk about these days... There's no room for anything else in my life right now!