Flying Solo

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.