The days seem very strange to me. With the distraction of little ones, family around, and the house construction life sometimes feels somewhat "normal", whatever that really means. And yet...there's something missing, someone missing. I just feel kinda lost, a little disconnected.
Time and my body have continued without me - life keeps moving along with things to do, fun activities to share with the kids; my tummy is quickly returning to it's pre-pregnancy size (although the rest of me is not, which I'm glad for and discouraged by at the same time), my milk never came in (I also have mixed feelings about that)... It feels like my body is betraying Noah by forgetting so quickly the little life that it carried for 7 months. Did I really just have a baby or did I just wake up from a long terrible dream? I have to look at the sweet pictures of Noah to remind myself that he was real, the events of two weeks ago really did take place. How can it already be two weeks?