It's kinda like being pregnant again, but instead of carrying her on the inside, I'm wearing her on the outside like the most giant fashion accessory ever.Every day, Norah goes through a "phase" that lasts from about, oh, noon to 8 pm, where she mostly just wants to be held. This is fine, except for when I gots shiz to do, so yesterday I decided to give the Baby Bjorn a test. I stuffed her in there, and then set about my chores. Worked like a charm. She slept peacefully and I was able to get stuff done: Success!
But I will tell you this: carting around 8 lbs of baby while vacuuming is a WORKOUT.
In other news, yesterday I also put on my big girl panties and I took Norah to Target. It was the first time I've taken her somewhere without Jerry. Our entire trip took less than an hour, but it felt like a triumph to me, and now that I know I can do it, it helps me feel a little less trapped at home. Who knew that victory could take such shapes?