2 types

-there are parents who fit kids into their lives, and parents whose lives revolve around the kids. soooo which one am i? heh, i dunno. we'll see. it's kinda hard to leave the house, or maybe just easier to stay in. we're on a feeding schedule of every 3 hours. and i'm doing the pumping thing, so that takes time too. R makes me go places, which is a good thing. this weekend, we went to friends' homes...jen and tyler's dumpling night, and nick and mary's housewarming. it was really faboo to see y'all and to get out of the house. but i doubt i would have gone if i were on my own. so thanks for pushing me. i'm antisocial but i can't always be that way, right?
-not getting the deep sleep because my dreams are bizarre! i'm dreaming about stuff from the past, at different points of my life - like college, the census bureau years, the new carrollton innocent kid years... random things that i haven't thought about in the longest time. as if my life is flashing before my eyes, but in my sleep.
-9 weeks old. whoa!

randoms

-medela breastmilk bags - ugh!! not once, but twice, the bags fell. when you see a puddle of 'liquid gold' on the floor, yes, you CRY.
-sean.. i think... is relatively good. he's good around people. just bad around mom and dad. but when he fusses, OMG is he FUSSY. his feeding is a little sketchy (or it's just me worrying again?) but he looks bigger, definitely.
-i'm sure there's more...oh, his hair is falling out in random clumps. he's sleeping longer at night (*happydance x2394824*) i don't think it's even worth saying "i'm tired" anymore because tired is the new awake.
-the swelling is gone, yay! i was feeling downright skinny, and technically i weigh less than i did a year ago. but the pants from a year ago don't fit. :\ so i guess my proportions are funkily out of whack. these days i look nice and disheveled... pj pants and sweats galore.
-the kid is cute!!! :b