It's been 2 months since I returned to the world of spit milk and baby talk. Minus my struggle in shedding the pregnancy weight (yes I only have myself to blame for the many months of indulgence), I feel energized and less brain damaged than the first time. Partly perhaps because little Roxy has been a sweetheart, but also because of the trusted help I received during confinement to establish a new momentum for my life.
