This is totally obvious. Yet wasn't really real until not so long ago.
I hadn't fully internalized that after the nine (really ten) months of somwhat restricted social life due to pregnancy, come another four to six months to maybe even a year of severely restricted social life due to breastfeeding and a baby who does not want to be put down.
Long-term view: worth it, not a big deal, things you do for your kids, blah blah.
Short-term view: kinda sucks.
Hubs thinks I'm obsessed with the social life because of an unfortunate incident involving eighth grade graduation and a limo. Really.
I think we leave the psychoanalysis out of it and consider what it's like to spend all your time with someone who doesn't use their words and totally can't handle their whiskey (dude, she pukes on breastmilk, imagine her on the harder stuff).
So. That's just the way it goes.
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