Getting Out

When I discovered I would be having a baby mid-November, I was terrified.

Don’t get me wrong. We’d been trying to get pregnant for months. More than a year, actually. But the thought of having a newborn in a tiny house that is solely heated by space heaters and a wood stove just at the beginning of a Colorado winter was a little scary.

A lot scary.

Terrifying, to reiterate my original statement.

Plus, I do not do well in winter. And combining seasonal depressive disorder with postpartum depression was… less than ideal.

It’s been a rough couple of months.

But! Things are warming up. And I got outside for the very first time today with Adam. We’ve been into town and we’ve walked over to my parents, but so far, we haven’t ventured far. So today, we braved the mud and slush and went for a mile walk down our road.

It was glorious.

Adam fell asleep immediately.

I’m not sure he even realized he’d been outside.

But! I enjoyed myself, and the sunshine, and even the mud. So it counts.