the new normal

fullsizerender-8I painted my nails last weekend.  It was the first time in about a year that I felt “normal”.  Such  a simple hobby, but it was my go to stress relief prior to getting pregnant.  As I took a moment to allow myself to feel “normal” I realized how “unnormal” I actually felt.  Because normal is no longer normal.  There’s now what my husband and I call “the new normal”.

The very things that were so casual and normative are now either luxuries or completely alien in this new world that I have cascaded down into.  No, not cascaded.  Violently crashed into.  I feel like a foreigner in this new world trying to understand the language, the culture, the meals of this new life.

So I’ve sighed, reminisced, and jotted out some of my old normals verses some of my new normals:

Old Normal: aim for a date night with spouse once a week
New Normal: aim for a family date night with spouse and baby once a week

Old  Normal: “is it pet friendly?”
New Normal: “is it baby friendly?”

Old Normal: destress after work with a glass of red wine, a cozy blanket, and a novel or movie
New Normal: destress after work by… this does not exist

Old Normal: meet a friend on Friday evening to catch up over dinner
New Normal: microwave something from the freezer on Friday evening or… forget it, just get chick-fil-a

Old Normal: take an hour to get ready to go out because I slowly do my hair, makeup, and try on different pairs of shoes
New Normal: take an hour and a half to get ready to go out because baby has blown out of his diapers at least once since putting him in the car seat, spit up all over his onesie, and now he’s quietly napping.  nope, just going to stay in and enjoy this nap now!

Old Normal: feel lonely sometimes because I’m by myself
New Normal: feel lonely sometimes because I never have time to myself

Old Normal: zoom in and out of lanes in traffic to get to my destination quickly
New Normal: don’t care how late I’m going to be, I am going to drive the speed limit and stick to my one lane with my precious sitting in the back and you cars next to me better chill out and do the same

Old Normal: unable to function if I get less than my recommended 8 hours of sleep
New Normal: able to function even if I get woken up every 8 minutes during my 6 hours of sleep

Old Normal:  blasting on my pandora – 90s and 2000s hip hop and r&b
New Normal: blasting on my pandora – rockabye baby

Old Normal: searching Pinterest for smoothie and juicing recipes to blend
New Normal: searching Pinterest for baby food recipes to blend

Old Normal: try to stay fit by doing some yoga and beach body work out videos
New Normal: try to stay fit by doing crunches while playing peekaboo

Old Normal: think im the greatest multitasker the world has ever seen
New Normal: think im the greatest multitasker the world has ever seen

Old Normal: annoyed by how much hair I shed in shower
New Normal: horrified by how much hair I shed in shower

Old Normal: daily showers
New Normal: no comment

Old Normal: get excited to wear a new outfit
New Normal: get excited for baby to wear new onesie

Old Normal: weddings are my big outings
New Normal: going to target are my big outings

Old Normal: 80% of google search – “(insert food) safe for dogs to eat?”
New Normal: 80% of google search – “(insert food) safe for breastfeeding to eat?”

Old Normal: stare into the mirror and ponder over how imperfect my body is
New Normal: stare into the mirror and ponder over how victorious my body is

Old Normal: daydream about the future and when things will get more exciting in life
New Normal: living and cherishing each second and cannot imagine life being anymore exciting or more fulfilling than it is nowfullsizerender-9

Old Normal: wondering what my capacity to love is
New Normal: realizing I have no limited capacity, it is endless

So no, I don’t have time to just sit and casually do my nails to detox after a long day, and if I do have time that’s an oddity. But honestly, I really like my new normal.

What are some of your old and new normals?

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