Hitting my stride

Two days ago now (man, it's hard to keep up with the posts I want to make!), I made my first foray into the outside world sans bébé. It felt so good to stride down the sidewalk--my legs were surprised at the sudden freedom, after a week of shuffling around the hospital and the apartment. And I felt great: I left the baby sleeping peacefully with his M'amie Annie, and I was free to do some groceries. What a smooth operation! Except that when I got back, I learned that he had spent the whole time complaining and windy, and hadn't slept at all, and now he was overtired and still windy. So, my stride still includes some tripping and fumbling... but at least we're all still moving ahead, and that feels good too.