Right on the heels of Matilda's first fitting outfit, she has OUTGROWN her first sleep sac. Not the two she's been living in, but a smaller, lighter weight one covered in pink clouds. She's too long for it. She's not too wide for anything yet save maybe the eye of a needle, but she is now too long for something.
I cannot for the life of me figure out what's going on with her hair. She's losing it? But maybe she's not and it's just turning blonde as it grows in. Can human hair do that? Either way, the back is patchy and the poor thing, not in a punk rock way.
Her pinky fingers are almost always cranked out like a Proper Lady Drinking Tea. A few nights ago, she was napping in Niclas' arms and snapped both her pinkies out in her sleep. It made Niclas laugh, which woke her up.
She seems to put on weight all at the same time. I hold her a lot and thus am familiar with her weight. Except that I can put her down to change her diaper and when I pick her back up, she'll be heavier. Like she's been storing up all that milk to turn it into baby fat in one go.
She is strong like bull. I knew this long before she was born. I wasn't calling her Mrs. Bruce Lee for nothing. No, I was calling her that because she could make me double over with her hip checks and double kicks. Now that she's on the outside, we can witness the strength in person. She was able to lift her neck and look around ages ago. She can kick off my thighs when we're lying down facing each other and move herself up my body so she's unable to nurse. Out of range. So I need to pull her back down to boob level. The neck strength comes in handy for this too, as she can latch herself on with a few head bobbing motions.
She has (mostly) established a morning nap. It starts around 11 and can last up to 3 hours. The afternoon nap is coming, but the timing is still a little shaky. Nights tend to be filled with sleep in two hour increments.
Me? My skin is breaking out with 9 months of repressed zits. My hair has finally started to fall out, but it hasn't reached the scary OMG I'M TOTALLY GOING BALD rate yet. It's just that now, there's hair in my brush. My pre-pregnancy pants still do not fit. Neither do my wedding rings. The carpel tunnel has gotten worse. My stomach? You can watch it wiggle. See it jiggle.
All that, and I feel good. Mostly ok with the sleep deprivation and I seem to have passed the Postpartum Depression window. But I really would like my pants to fit again.
Note to self: Next time we decide to have a kid, don't eat chocolate cake Every. Single. Day. You fool.
