I just wanted to pop in and apologize for the lack of posting, but there's a good reason: CRjr is kicking my ass. In the nicest possible way, of course. Let me just say to all parents out there? I have ALWAYS underestimated you. Anyone who gets a newborn safely through the first few months of life is officially now my new hero.
But please do stay tuned. I hope to get back to posting in the next few weeks. Although most of my reading right now has to do with what to expect in the first and second months and the "womanly art of breastfeeding" (no joking--that's the name of the book) and most of my time is spent stumbling around in a stupor (when I'm stumbling around half-awake at 3 a.m. it actually, weirdly, makes me feel young again--I remember doing that a lot in college for "all-nighters" and recreation), I am fitting in some other reading, mainly when I can con Mr. CR into holding CRjr. That is an easy task--Mr. CR could happily, I think, hold the baby for 24 hours straight--but CRjr simply seems to require a lot of holding.
But I will say this, by way of a preview: if you're up at 3 a.m., ever, consider reading some Wendell Berry. There is no more soothing voice in the middle of the long dark night. Trust me on this.