Tired...

Let's jump back in time about two weeks....we're approaching our due date. The message that we receive from every parent: Get your sleep!

I think I underestimated this advice. I kind of treated it like the "drink plenty of water" advice when working out in the sun during a humid July afternoon....it's a good idea, but, whatever...I'll be fine.


One week of being a father has kicked my ass.

I hesitate to even write this, because as much as I complain, my wife can justifiably complain 150% more than me. I can sleep while our son eats. She cannot. Also, her insides are still healing.

If I had to describe the tiredness I feel, I would liken it to college...particularly near the end of the spring semester...when everything is due in the matter of 3 days, and there is a ton of stuff going on around campus. Much like those days, I can fall asleep anywhere, anytime. On the toilet? Check. On the floor? check. Anywhere.

Also, just like those days, after a 20 minute nap, I'm ready to take on the world (and crappy diapers).


If I was smart, I would've saved a bunch of blog entries in advance. I would've left them like MadLibs, and filled them in quickly later.

I felt (adjective) when my wife gave birth.
My son's diapers often look (color) and smell like (rotten food).



Among the topics that I'll discuss:
Breastfeeding
Circumcision
Helplessness
Baby Clothes
Food
Leaving the house
Letting him cry
Diapering
Lessons to teach, Lessons to learn