It gets better. That's what everyone was saying to me the first month or so after Baby Jo was born. You know that time when you're in the thick of things and you're exhausted beyond belief and hungry and haven't showered in days (maybe weeks) and your nipples look and feel like raw hamburger meat and you're still not sleeping and your baby won't stop crying? Everyone said, "It gets better." I wanted to kick the people who said that to me, but just didn't have the energy. I couldn't even think about the upcoming better-ness since I was so totally in the trenches.
It has to get better otherwise no one would ever have more than one kid, right?
Well, it has gotten better, or at least different. There's more napping and more playing and much more smiling (from Nick, Johanna, and me). The daily challenges keep changing, which is good, because if things stayed like they were the first month I don't know if I could do this. I'm still not showering on a regular basis, but that's not a big deal, right?