Settling in

Lily is almost three weeks old and I am not as tired as I thought I would be. Don't get me wrong, I'm fucking exhausted. But not as tired as I thought I would be. The house is a disaster though. The only clean thing is my kitchen and that is because if you leave dishes for too long they smell. So she now weighs 7lbs 8oz (as of last Thursday).

I have learned some valuable lessons these last few weeks:

1. Just because she is a girl, doesn't mean she isn't going to pee everywhere, and unlike a boy, it doesn't spray upwards, no, it runs down her back and if I am changing her on my bed it ends disastrously.

2. LET THE HOUSE GO! The people that are coming to visit are here to see the kid and don't even notice the chunk of cat puke on the tile floor. (Fucking cats)

3. Never underestimate a determined child. If she wants to roll, she is going to roll, and it doesn't matter what the books say or the weird look you get from the nurses when you warn them of her new habit. Thank goodness she demonstrated this new talent on the couch and not on the counter top during a diaper change. Which leads us to 4...

4. If you had a c-section, it is ok to change the kid where ever you are comfortable because bending over SUCKS! Even if it means changing her in the kitchen.

5. I can live with spit up, and if she has a really nasty burp you better believe she will turn her head and blow it into the side of your face. Also, when your little newborn farts in public loud enough for the guy in front of you to turn around, it's fucking hilarious! She also farted in my hand while getting a bath. I could do a whole blog of her farting. :-)

I am having problems with the incision. But it just needs to heal and I need to take it easy. Some days it feels like I just got cut open and other days I hardly need any motrin and I feel good. My next appointment is in two weeks, from there I will need to make my decision for my birth control. I am NOT having another kid for at least 5 years. To be honest, I look at Lily and I think of how much easier it was to do the whole "baby" thing than I thought it would be. Since I was 18 I thought I could never do it. I was scared of the pain, basically of the unknown of the process. It wasn't that hard and the labor was the easy part and the recovery (short of not being able to do anything) has been easier than I ever imagined. My job and work drama is harder than this. And there is something about having someone that you know loves you no matter what and needs you more than anything.

And on that note, I am going to take a nap.