Three weeks after being thrown into this whole motherhood thing and finally I’m beginning to feel like a more recognizable version of myself. The first two weeks were spent in a whirlwind of diaper-changing and crying. Yes, crying. If the baby cried, I cried. If she didn’t sleep, I cried. If she slept too long, I cried. If she didn’t make a sound, I cried. And what’s worse, I couldn’t even explained why I was crying at all. I guess that’s what they call the “Baby Blues” which is a bullshit cutesy name and they should just call it “Feeling Like a Hormonal Shell of Your Former Self.” I guess that’s not as catchy.