So, having a baby is pretty full on, as one might expect. We’ve reached a happy medium now, where Amber gets just enough sleep, I get enough sleep, and Zac gets anything he wants. The only problem is that at this stage, its just enough, so the moment we try and change things up, say by having a bedtime that is an hour or two later than normal, things start to get rough. I guess Zac is only 10 weeks old (as of today), so really we’re still in the beginning phases. Still, it means that our day-to-day lives feel normalish, but we aren’t really getting to see any of our friends. So all I can say is please don’t think we’ve forgotten you - we’re still down in the trenches, nappies flying.
We have started to get an exercise routine sorted out - yay for exercise. You wouldn’t think that we’d need any, what with carting Zac around, but baby wrangling doesn’t provide much cardio, so we’re trying to fix that. I had the strangest realization the other day that if you were in a gym, chatting to someone, and they casually mentioned that they were going to alter their routine by holding a six kilo weight at chest height for 10 hours a day for the next 4 months to buff up, you’d think they were nuts.