I'm sitting cross-legged on my couch, obviously with my laptop, and there is a little pink bundle laying next to me. She has been asleep for most of the evening but she's showing signs of trying to wake up. When she gets hungry she starts pumping and flailing her little arms everywhere. Like a cheerleader. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but it's cute.
I've been making a mental list of things that are different now that I'm no longer pregnant and consequently have a newborn.
Number one. Thank You God, I do not have to visit the ladies room every 20 minutes.
Number two. My lactose issues have returned to me in full force. Holy dairy cow.
Number three. When I crawl in bed at night, I am usually shivering because it's so cold in our room. But every time I wake up to feed Annabeth or roll on my stomach just because I can, I find myself in a pool of sweat. It is so gross.
Number four. My second day hair is no longer presentable because of number three. Trust me, it's funktified.
Number five. I'm dying to take a bath - a bath so hot that it will give me a fever or nearly make me pass out. In case you do not already know this, when you are expecting, you're not supposed to take hot baths. And after the baby comes you have to only take showers for a certain length of time. Um, I'm pretty sure I didn't know that first time around. Oops.
Number six. It is no longer my stomach bumping into things. It is the B's of DOOM. I've put doom in all caps because they are so doominous. Although I'm no longer channeling Pamela. Thank You again, God.
Number seven. Because of my lack of sleep, which is taking its toll after two weeks, my vision is a little blurry and it's hard to read things on the computer.
Number eight. I couldn't wait for Annabeth's umbilical cord stump to fall off. That is, until it did tonight and I almost cried. Why? Why did that make me emotional?
Number nine. Help. I can't stop watching old reruns of 90210 on the Soap Network. I can't decide if this is more or less shameful than all the Days of Our Lives that I watched during my maternity leave when Jackson was born. I had totally forgotten about the character Gina. She is HORRIBLE!
Number ten. My little cheerleader is practicing her moves. Gotta run.