On a visceral level, I mean. The tiredness. The total inability to get anything done, even when the baby is asleep. The exhaustion. The feeling that everything in life has disappeared, but hasn't yet been replaced by anything. And have I mentioned the lack of sleep? I have been told that it's all worth it (and I know that this is true, I feel it), and that it won't go on this way forever, but at the moment, it is a wee bit overwhelming.
My big plan is to make a list of things that I really need to keep doing. Blogging will quite likely be on that list. But first, I think I'll go and take a nap.