We're all alive. Thriving, even.

You guys. I have so many posts I want to write: Callum's birth story, my experience with breastfeeding, maybe some more details about his name. And general updates about our first week with a newborn.

But. Well, I'm tired. I'm actually getting a decent amount of sleep, so it's not exactly that--it's more just a general feeling of being worn out. Which also goes back to the breastfeeding thing: we are working on my supply, and that means spending as much time as possible skin on skin with Callum, and when you are holding a baby round the clock, it becomes harder to do things like write blog posts.

So, I don't have a lot of details to share right now. Suffice it to say that while it's exhausting, it's not exhausting in the way I was expecting, and the good parts are so, so good. I imagine that I'll love it even more as he gets older and develops new ways of interacting and expressing his personality, but it turns out that I love the newborn stage too.

Because seriously, who wouldn't love spending all day with this little guy?