Well okay, technically, I am not home alone at all. Jack enjoys food too much to be venturing out on his own just yet. But I did wake up to a grownup-free house for the first time in weeks this morning. Jack is staring at dots, I've just had some cereal and I'm trying to decide if this unsettled feeling in my gut is post-partum blues or abject terror. Either way, only thing to do is focus on my beautiful boy. It was a constant stream of visitors this weekend and both my mom and Alex have been around since he arrived. But I guess pretty soon it'll be just me and the kid, so I need to get ready for that.