I have ankles!

That's the phrase I've been uttering over and over again the past three days. Seriously, I have never been so excited about weight loss in a random part of my body. After months of walking around on puffy, swollen cankles, my now normal-sized ankles seem ridiculously skinny and wonderful. It really doesn't take much to delight me in my new role as an exhausted mother.

I'm not going to lie: it's been a rough week. And an enlightening one. I had no idea what having a baby was going to entail. Never mind the whole labor and delivery part — that was a piece of cake, in hindsight. No amount of warning from books and friends could have given me a realistic sense of how tired I'd be, how often I'd break down sobbing over nothing, and how frustrating it can be to get a baby to just latch on already.

Luckily, babies are cute. This was a strategic move on the part of someone, because every time I start to think it might be okay if the past week never happened, this squishy-faced little angel of mine looks up at me with his big blue (ish) eyes and I can't think of anything I'd rather do than be his mom. He's amazing, and Nate and I are so thankful to be his parents.

Here are some pictures from his first week with us. More to follow soon!