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Matilda is PACKING ON THE OUNCES. We've been watching her get chubbier by the day. Double chins appearing! Chipmunk cheeks! Fat fingers! Hardcore feeding sessions. Hours at a stretch. I woke up this morning worried that she had DRAINED MY BOOBS DRY.
She's also worked out the plumbing and enjoys putting it to use when we take off her diaper. Last night, she almost POOPED ON MY FACE. I was changing her on the couch from my seat on the floor and was making sure she was squeeky clean when the legs locked and projectile poop, HEADED RIGHT TOWARDS ME. She missed, but only because she had just filled her diaper and had used up the high pressure squirts previous. Then she peed all over the place and I've now had to change her outfit three times on account of naked peeing. It won't be funny real soon, I'm sure, but the memory of her first few nights and not eating is still fresh in my mind. I'll take the overzealous plumbing over the scary BABY IS DEHYDRATED crystals in her diaper anyday.
What else. Well, I gained 35 pounds carrying her, and as of this morning, I still have 15 I need to drop. Not quite sure how I gained so much, seeing as less than 6 pounds of it was her. No, wait. I know. CHOCOLATE CAKE. Which I am delirously happy to report I don't Need anymore to make it through the day. I seem to have my normal appetite back, which means that chocolate cake, while never a Bad thing, is no longer a staple. *wipes brow* Seriously people, if my postpartum eating remained the same as the pregnancy eating, I'd be well on my way to Obesity.
One more thing: Matilda recieved her first piece of mail today. The first piece addressed to her, I should say. Packages have been landing on our doorstep at a rapid clip ever since we brough her home (thank you notes coming, bear with me), but thus far, while for her, they were addressed to us. Tonight, one arrived addressed to her. And I burst into tears.
