At last....the end is in sight. I can honestly say that the last seven weeks have been harder than I would ever have imagined. I've always been pretty hands on as a parent, and to have a massive part of my parenting disappear for months has been both a lesson in patience and a wake up call. I've started looking into some of my "later" options in more detail.....you know, the things you plan to do when the kids are grown. Although we're not at that stage yet, I can see it approaching, and I'm not going to sit in the middle of the empty space where the boys used to be, wondering what to do next. I have plans, peeps. The fact that I never thought I'd get to put them into gear is beside the point. In ten years time, I figure I'll be looking at some large gaps in my daily life, and I plan to fill them with all the things I planned to do before I did a crash course in Aspergers and full time parenting. I'm really looking forward to it. Time to be Kjirsten again. But, not yet awhile. First I have seven weeks of second son's life to catch up on. Starting with waiting impatiently at the international arrivals gate, with my heart on my sleeve and a song in my soul. I have missed you, baby.