After an hour of rocking and swaying and gentle pats, little Mylo has finally fallen asleep.

Rather than jump to the many things that have been lingering on my to-do list, I have collapsed into a chair to stare numbly at the wall. 

I was warned about the sleep deprivation, and the long days, but no one really warned me about the toll my baby would take on my already malfunctioning brain. I have never felt more like the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. 

Motherhood is the best.

I've decided to compile a list of things I enjoy about parenthood thus far:

1. I like my baby. He's cute and makes little grunting noises that sound like a baby bear. 

2. So many kind visitors who bring me tea and cheer.

3. A break from the ol' 9-5 After working for 8 plus years at the same place, it was time to shake it up a bit.

4. Seeing my husband hold and talk to his child as though they've been friends for years. 

5. Not being pregnant anymore. 

I anticipate being able to add to this list, especially when I am able to get slightly more sleep.