9 months ago I found out I was pregnant. I was shocked and amazed. I mean we had been trying for nearly three years and finally that little pregnancy test showed me two lines. It was always my dream to be a stay at home mommy but I never thought that would happen. Well halfway through my pregnancy my husband and I were supposed to move closer to family; we postponed that until the start of my third trimester and so in August we relocated. Nobody would want to hire a 7 months pregnant woman so I started my staying home journey. For one and a half months I blissfully (lol) settled into settling our home and making items for our soon to be little boy. Then, while I still had several projects waiting to be completed, three and a half weeks early, our little boy (Connor) decided he couldn't wait any longer to show up. He is a couple days shy of being weeks old and I have been getting used to the sleep (or lack thereof) schedule and to his feeding schedule and have found myself asking myself one question over and over.
Ok, so now what?
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