What am I going to do with myself?
No papers to worry about. No group assignments to juggle. No pump to lug around, no pumping sessions to squeeze in.
Maybe it will be the start of things. The start of getting my body back. The start of sleeping through the night. The start of mobility and toddlerhood.
Maybe I won't be so exhausted all the time.
Maybe I'll get bored.
Maybe I'll be lonely.
Maybe I'll knit every day.
(Oh, wait. I already do.)