Three Days Ago: Took Matilda to Babies R Us to pick up a few odds and ends and had to block two old ladies from SHOVING THEIR HANDS INTO THE CAR SEAT all *touchy touchy* "IT'S A BABY!"
Two Days Ago: Put Matilda in her car seat, put the cat seat in the stroller frame, and took a walk around the block:
Yesterday: Waved baby in front of Niclas and said Happy Valentine's Day. "Look what I got you!"
Last Night: Matilda's friends in the computer sent her awesome, appropriate gifts:
The Phantom Tollbooth is one of my Top 10 Favorite Books of All Time and Niclas loves the heavy metal. Also, handmade baby blanket! *SCORE*
This Morning: Managed to remain in bed till almost 6am by feeding Matilda while lying down.
At Present: Keeping an eye out for Baby's First Cold as my mother, who was here yesterday, turned up with a sore throat this morning.
Matilda is two weeks old today, and she's well into the swing of things. She naps and snacks all day and all night and has two Marathon Feeding Sessions, one when I want to eat breakfast and the other when I want to eat dinner. I'd rather have her eating when I'm eating then eating when I'm trying to sleep, though, so it's all working out.
Also, I'm two weeks into the recovery end of things, and it's strange. I'm SO GLAD I'm not pregnant anymore. Strange because I didn't really mind being pregnant while it was happening. I was enjoying the science experiment of it and was only truly uncomfortable the last two days. But now that I'm not pregnant? I never want to be again, and it's not even because my recovery has been hard or the labor was brutal, because neither has been the case.
My labor was longer than I expected, but it really, honestly, was not that bad. In the weeks leading up to it, Niclas would ask me if I was getting nervous about it. I wasn't. I was all, Eh. It'll be fine. And if it's not, I'll just get the epidural. Which is exactly how it went down. Granted, I was a mess the following day, but after that, I was more or less fine. Stopped taking the Midol because I just kept forgetting. By the time we brought Matilda home, I was feeling great. Still am, though I will admit to being a bit tired and certainly out of shape as a walk around the block winds me ever so slightly. But basically, I can't wait for the all clear so I can start going to the gym. Plus, I have HIP BONES again!
