New Career
I’m starting a new career. My wonderful husband is actually the one who suggested it, as we sipped wine and shared fondue on our anniversary. I love staying home with Eian, and I’m already dreading going back to work in six months. If my new career works out, though, I might not have to. I’m going to work on freelance writing. I’ve been submitting pieces this week, though I haven’t heard anything back. I’d like to build up enough contacts and enough of a portfolio to do that as a job next year. We’ll see how it goes.
Eian is finally becoming an easier baby. I won’t say “easy” yet, just like I don’t count on a stretch of six hours of sleep. Every good night and every good day is just a gift from the fickle little baby tyrant, so I appreciate it as it comes. He’s beautiful, though. Last night, after his last feeding at 10pm, I held him as he slept. I watched his chest rise and fall, watched expressions flicker over his face like headlights from a passing car. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.
