Reuben is two weeks old yesterday! He already looks different from his newborn photos. And I no longer look 9 months pregnant, but I still look 4 months pregnant. I want my waist back, please. They say it takes 6 weeks. I'm still wearing my maternity clothing. My boobs are so huge they don't fit into any of my nice summer dresses. Also, breastfeeding. How do you do that in a dress?
There really is nothing to report. He sleeps, and poops, I change him and feed him. He's cute and I love him. I can't wait for him to grow up. He has so much hair. And such cute clothes. And I found a way finally to put him down. He loves to be placed on his belly (don't worry, I make sure he can breathe). He's a belly sleeper!
Also he has a rash. His doctor says it is an infant rash and nothing to worry about, but it sure freaked me out when I first saw it.
I literally have nothing to say lately. I thought I would have all these emotions and ideas but I've only been in reaction mode. It's so different then I thought but still just as wonderful and hard and amazing.
I am learning to do a lot with one hand. Today I made lunch for the first time since I gave birth (hah cooking) and I burned the rice. Cooking and watching a baby is crazy making.
How are you guys doing? I'm sure I'll have something for this space eventually, but right now I just want to sleep and take a million pictures of my newborn's toes. Did you know he makes little contented kitten noises when he sleeps? I'm hooked.