So today, at 3 weeks, the in-laws were in town and offered to babysat, and we left to the South Alamo Drafthouse which just reopened and saw a movie. It was Michel Gondry's Mood Indigo, and it was terrible, too much special effects, not enough story. So after we ate we left the movie partway. Time is precious, and who knows when we can have a date together again. So we went to a coffeeshop and hung out.
We've started interviewing babysitters. It's too easy for Andy and I to keep tagging in and out. Tag, baby is yours! And not have just Andy and me time. I miss him. I can see how a couple's relationship get lost when children appear. It takes a conscious effort and money for babysitters to make it work.
So people say the first 2 weeks are the hardest! And it wasn't that bad, because I have a husband who does at least half of the childcare. If not, I think I would be a giant mess. I can't imagine being a housewife. Unless it's a housewife with 3 maids.