Normal?

It's possible I'm starting to function normally for the first time since last June.

Today, while I had a sitter for a few hours, I took Chebbles to swimming lessons, got a much-needed postpartum pedicure, made a Costco run, visited the chiropractor to unknot my sleeping-with-a-newborn lower back and even made it to the dentist.

I also didn't HAVE to sleep. I could have taken a nap, yes, and would have enjoyed it. But it wasn't a tragedy that I didn't sleep. While the sitter entertained Chebbles and Baby V, I mowed through a mound of pent-up paperwork, then jumped on the trampoline with La Cheb until dinnertime.

Perhaps it was just a spurt of manic energy, and tomorrow I'll return to the foggy yuckiness, self-doubt and strange paranoias, but it did seem that the sun shone sweetly on my face when I stepped outside the house and my body fit in my biggest non-maternity jeans, and that I might just feel normal again someday.

In other news, Granddad assembled Chebbles' big girl bike when he was here last week, and today she finally learned how to pedal it. I can see it won't be long before she's tearing up the streets around here. (Wistful tear...)