As you know, we have Bambina #2 on the way. From what I (sort of?) recall from the first time around, those early months are blissful, beautiful, and exhausting. One thing I clearly remember from the foggy Brand New Baby Days is the dreaded DINNER DISCUSSION. As in, “What are we having?” When Eleanora was a teeny thing, Hubba Bubba and I referred to dinner as “The D Word.” It was a question for which neither of us had an ounce of energy, yet it had to be decided on a dreadfully frequent basis.
Everyone thinks that after about the first month with a new baby, you’ve gotten it figured out. The offers to bring food kind of die out. Which is fine, because you do have to figure it out at some point.