Two weeks

Time passes all too quickly anymore. This day, the last two weeks... seem to be gone in the blink of an eye... before I know it, my maternity leave will be over and I'll have to go back to work. I love my job, need my income, but lord I wish I could stay home for a while with my son. Six months... a year... but alas, there's bills to pay and I'm the payer.

Now about the son... Zachary went in to see his pedi yesterday. He's gained some weight and she said he looks great. He was good for and didn't cry too much. There was a bit when we took all his clothes away for the weight measurement and again when Dr. J checked his hips.

I saw my Doctor also... I've lost a tiny bit of weight and the doc asked me how I'm doing. (my answer is not too bad... little sleep deprived, still got some twinges of pain, - you know, standard for two weeks post c/s with a healthy newborn).

Honestly though... I'm more than tired and there's occasionally more than a twinge of pain. It just sounds whiny to say and I'd likely get the "well you just had major surgery" talk, so what's the point. I still want a new doctor. He's done nothing to redeem himself I'm sorry to say.

I don't know that I'd miss the sleep at night so much if I could nap during the day with the little guy. Not possible right now, but maybe next week? We'll work on a schedule then too.

I'm holding my own with the laundry and the dishes, and while the house has a definite 'lived in' look, it's not terrible. I would love to mop the floors, but hey... that's just me.

The little man calls...