Being Home

My husband works a lot.  He works roughly 10 hour days.  Sometimes he even goes into the office on the weekends.  I'm blessed to not have to work right now.  We're broke, but we get by.  Everyday he calls me from work and asks what I have planned for the day.  Most days I don't really have anything planned.  When the baby is awake he can only really last for about 2 hours.  Thirty minutes of that is spent changing and breastfeeding, right?  Since he's still only 3 months, I don't know if things like the zoo are really going to hold much of his interest, yet.  Anyway, I feel awkard saying to my husband everyday, "Oh, we're going on a walk and just hanging out." 
From the time my husband and I met and up through my pregnancy I had a kick-ass job as a wine rep.  Pretty sweet.  Everybody always commented on how "cool" it was.  Well, it was sales and there was a lot of pressure.  I didn't love it, but I liked it most days.  The money was good and I was good at it, but being able to raise my own child is so much cooler (in my opinion).  When my husband would get home from work, I used to share stories about wineries, customers, fun new restaurants, and I would have wine open to taste!  Now, all I do is talk about the baby, though...his sleep habits, feeding schedule, poop, and any new discoveries he made that day, like grabbing his feet for the first time.  So, because I don't have a fun-filled and packed schedule everyday, I'm beginning to wonder--is my husband starting to find me boring?