Ellen is sleep on my shoulder right now with the boppy under her butt, so I can type. She didn't sleep worth #@$%^& last night. I'm bummed. I keep reminding myself that she is not yet 3 weeks old and there is tons of time left before I go back to work for her to improve. I'm really dreading S being awake with her at night. He is so profoundly awful when he doesn't get enough sleep. I'm really going to have to fight to take on the night time duties with Ellen after I go back to work. Its just not worth it to get sleep but have him miserable.

I can't believe she is only 2.5 weeks old. I almost literally can't imagine life before her. With Will I could definitely remember life before him b/c it was such a change, but not with Ellen.

Am feeling a bit weepy. The 5 o'clock train wreck days are done, so this is the first in a while that I've felt blue. A bit sorry for myself, I think. Am realizing/remembering how few local friends I have. I have acquaintances, and mommy-friends, but no real gal pal to call who is in town. Except Carol - but I work with her. I hope I can keep that friendship up after I leave Novartis. I really shouldn't work out yet, but I think that is what will be needed to stave off the sadness. I will try to get in a walk, at least, today.

S put down new tile in the kitchen - it looks wonderful. I have the urge to be very productive, and have been, all things considered. How often does a family get 2 months of uninterrupted time together?