Tomorrow, Scott goes back to work. He's been home with me through much of my early labor, and of course, since Abbey's delivery. I don't know how I'd have done any of this without him - he's really stepped up to the plate to help out, particularly since I'm limited in what I can do because of my recovery from the C-Section.
So, while part of me is looking forward to quality time with Abbey on my own, and working to establish something that resembles a schedule, a larger part of me is dreading it. Not because I don't think I'm equipped to handle it - I think I'll do just fine (as trying as it's bound to be sometimes). It's more that I've so enjoyed this time together with the three of us. I commented to the hubs earlier today that this was the longest we'd ever been together without having to work...well...ever. It's been wonderful. Now that I've had a taste, we so need to win the lottery.