11 days postpartum. I keep stepping on the scale expecting the 15 pounds of chocolate cake to disappear. No such luck. Looks like they are real and not PHANTOM POUNDS like I was hoping. I've been wearing my first trimester pants and Niclas' button down shirts and I feel better than I look, so this morning, I pulled out all my pre-pregnancy pants and TRIED THEM ON. Well, I tried to try them on, but nothing was fitting over the thighs. Hint #2 that the pounds are real. *SWEARWORD*
Good: I've managed to shave my legs and take a shower every day so far. I gave myself a pedicure -- my feet! I can reach them! My boobs are like Olympic athletes and are showing no signs of wear with the near constant sucking. My stomach was a built-in Boppy Pillow the first week postpartum, so I didn't need the real Boppy Pillow.
Bad: Night Sweats due to hormones and needing to change my clothes before the 3am feeding. Having to wear a pad and feeling like I'm going to get diaper rash before Matilda. The 15 pounds of chocolate cake, 'natch. The built-in Boppy Pillow my stomach was the first week postpartum, but also the fact that it's gone now and I need to start using the real Boppy Pillow. Also, unrelated, but I might be bleeding out from what appears to be a bug bite on my neck.
Fascinating: When Matilda pulls herself off my boob and has MILK ALL OVER HER FACE. I made that? Honestly, the fact that my boobs are making milk that is feeding her and filling in her cheeks is almost weirder than the fact that she grew inside me for 9 months and then was heaved out of my vagina. *blank stare*
Handy: Said boobs for telling me if I got any sleep or not. Yesterday, I woke up with deflated air-bags flapping around on my chest. Verdict: Matilda ate well, I didn't sleep. This morning, I woke up with alarms going off on my boobs *Caution Overflow Imminent* Verdict: We both slept well, she wanted to eat from 10 to 12, once we all got up.
It's Saturday, see. We slept in:
Add to Bad list: The fact that Niclas and I both look like bloated pink monsters with sandpaper skin and manhole pores that could swallow the baby whole.
