An evening as a mother (or, because I used the "draft" feature to create a post on Typepad and forgot to actually schedule this to post)

I'm sitting here reclined on my bed with my darling baby boy asleep on my chest and my annoying but well-meaning dog sleeping between my legs.  Jeopardy is on the television and I'm quite content.

I'm alone with Noah for the second time ever.  I'm getting more comfortable with this concept too.  I keep worrying about things like, what if a cat is accidentally stuck in the room with us? and what if Hines wants to go outside and won't poop in the back yard? and what if I have to pee?  The answers are coming to me in time, basically, there is a cat in here I believe, or something else making scratching noises under the bed and Hines is asleep at the moment and thankfully, being not pregnant anymore, I no longer have to pee every five seconds so chances are I am fine for the next hour or so. 

Although, a totally serious side note is that I seem to be having some rather intense bouts of near excruciating numbness in my lower back in the tailbone region.  It is accompanied by some mild skin level numbness in the area of my recent epidural.  I've had tailbone issues for years due to a bad fall in my mid-teen years but after having Noah two weeks ago it has worsened and changed quite a bit.  Right now it feels like there is a needle poking into my lower back, oh and it just hurts. Badly.

The inlaws depart tomorrow after a week of putting up with me barking orders at my husband and blearly walking around the house, often with my boob hanging out, more often with my shirt wide open.  Bless them.

I will have a few days left with Marc and Noah.  Just the three of us.  Our new family.  I'm excited. I find myself wanting to sit in bed with the most important men in my life and just sleep.  We will be home watching football and playing XBox except for my two-week OB check-up tomorrow and Noah's two-week check up on Friday. 

As for Noah's weight gain I am guess he's pushing seven pounds, I think I'll call it at 6lbs 13 oz.  We'll find out on Friday.  He has gained a double chin and some rolls on his wrists. 

Me? I am down almost 25lbs which means only 25 more to go to wedding day weight.  40 to go to perfection.  I'm in no rush, just enjoying watching the weight melt away.  Of course, it is all water at this point.

Sidenote: My son can really poop.  He poops after almost every feeding and in his sleep.  It is noisy and rather entertaining.  He makes us proud.

Comments

[Ezza]

Hey Stacy! Glad you and Noah are doing so great!

:)

[E :)]

I've missed your entries, but obviously I think you've got a damn good excuse for being absent! That's a wonderful entry and your little man sounds gorgeous.

[Sarah]

Yay for poop! :)

I'm glad to hear that all is well in your world, Stacy! I miss your updates but I know you're off with your boob out for your son! :)