It gets easier.

It gets easier.

It gets easier.

Nothing is wrong with you for thinking it is harder than you expected.

Nothing is wrong with you for thinking the weeks are passing slowly.

Nothing is wrong with you if you’re sort of counting down until the six week mark.

Nothing is wrong with you if you love your baby so much you want to cry.

Nothing is wrong with you if you talk to your baby all day. Like real one-sided conversations.

Also, nothing is wrong with you if you aren’t sure what to talk to your baby about. And if sometimes it feels like the walls of your home are closing in around you.

{Go outside. Bundle that babe up. Take a walk. Go to the grocery store. See humans.}

Nothing is wrong with you if you want to drink in your babe - every inch of him - savoring every single second. And yet? The days couldn’t feel longer. Not to mention the nights.

Nothing is wrong with you if you feel intense nostalgia for the present, wishing you could bottle up this time and drink it again later in life when you’re more rested and could appreciate it more. Like could you have a week with your baby - your newborn baby - when you’re 65, too? Just one extra week.

Nothing is wrong with you. You’re normal. These days are precious, beautiful and oh-so hard.

It gets more fun.

It gets more exciting.

Hang in there.

It gets easier.

It gets better.

It becomes the best, most amazing and beautiful thing you have ever done.