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Hello you guys! I seem to have forgotten how to blog with everything going on around here. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Hope you all are coping okay?

Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

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Happy Sunday! It's been a little more than three weeks since my last regular post though it doesn't feel that long. The last three weeks have been a blur of sleepless nights, a ton of feedings, and trying to get some rest whenever I can. Shreya will be three weeks old tomorrow and I'm amazed that she's even been here that long, especially considering how impatient I was during the last few weeks of my pregnancy waiting for this perfect bundle to arrive.

I wrote this blog post yesterday, when I was running on a productivity high and had plenty of time to do a lot of things. That was a good thing because I didn't sleep a wink last night, and only just now got a few minutes to load this post into Blogger. We had a looooooooooong feeding session going on and Shreya was wide awake through the night, which was both exasperating and frustrating. But funny, in retrospect. I managed to catch up on some zzz's a while ago, so I feel a lot refreshed now than I did this morning.

Later this week, we have family coming over for Shreya's naming ceremony (similar to a baptism) next weekend. The house is going to erupt at the seams so I'm hoping for plenty of good sleep this week - the only way I can have a sane head nowadays.

The one thing I was most curious about pre-baby was reading. Thanks to all the help around the house, I have been able to read - a lot. Those feeding sessions are turning out to be very conducive for some quality reading. I finished a full-length novel - A Window Opens by Elisabeth Egan - a week ago, and promptly started reading another novel - My Grandmother Asked me to Tell You She's Sorry by Fredrik Backman - which is as quirky and fun as A Man Called Ove, though maybe not as unputdownable. I'm just about 10 pages from finishing this book. Over the past few days, I've also been reading several shorts - J. K. Rowling's Very Good Lives, two short stories - A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez and Phoenix by Chuck Palahniuk, and the graphic series - Lumberjanes by Noelle Stevenson and Grace Ellis.



So yep, that's more reading than I was doing pre-baby. I have also been reading your blogs but commenting is turning out to be a little difficult to do with just one hand.

Honestly, it feels great to be able to blog. I know I am nowhere near having any kind of routine established. Shreya wakes up often at nights for feedings though we had one blissful night when she slept through as soundly as I could hope for. I'm expecting her schedule to be random for a few more weeks but fingers crossed that by the time I have to return to work (four weeks from now), I will be getting more sleep than I am now.

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