I was washing my hands after a diaper change the other day when I looked in the mirror and realized I had poop on my chin. I guess I should get used to that, metaphorically speaking.
Thing is, it didn't even really bother me.
I think I'm starting to come out of the new baby fog... I may even be ready to engage with the outside world sometime soon. I've been living in a half-sleep with the shades drawn all day for a few weeks now, barely able to tell day from night. I think I'm starting to lose my pigmentation and possibly my eyesight like one of those freaky cave fish. Time to get outdoors.
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