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Chunky Monkey Pictoral Edition

Oh hai

I'm alive!

Our Wi-Fi got all jacked and I've been without internet for FAR TOO LONG. I could always go to the coffee shop on the corner, but with a baby who may or may not be fussy, it isn't always a safe bet. But here I am with the family and The Boy is being an angel.

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Anyway! Let's be random and catch you all up on Those Crazy Campens:

Theo is eight weeks old today. EIGHT! And he weighs 14 lbs 11 oz. 97th percentile for full-term babies. Yes, I have arm muscles like GI Jane. Also, his two month appointment (READ: With. Vaccinations. OMG have a bottle of wine at-the-ready for me when we're done!) is Monday. He's getting so big!

He has a clogged tear duct and has to have goo in his eye four times a day. Otherwise, no biggie.

My first official day back at work will be May 12th. I will be going back four days a week, usually Tuesday through Friday. I'm actually pretty okay with it. It will feel good getting 'dressed' and bringing in some money again, since I haven't worked since January 31st. Plus, my boss wanted me back so badly I get a raise and a one-time coming back bonus (nothing too exciting, but better than nothing). So, there's that. See how I'm staying positive?

Theo is getting baptised on Mother's Day. This means we need to kick his nursery into high gear since people will be coming over. Auntie Kristin painted it last weekend and we have the furniture in there BUT there is also a pile of random crap that we don't know what to do with in the middle of the room. You know, like old paperwork and stuff that is in the 'do we save it or get rid of it but if we get rid of it will we need it later' category. Then just hang a few things and boom. Theo's room will be done a mere two months after his birth. But! If you think about it, he came early, so the first month doesn't really count. Will post pics of the before, during and after phases once it's all done. I know. You all can't wait.

I didn't really crave sweets when I was pregnant, but now that I'm nursing I have a really bad cake/pie/cookie habit. I could eat a whole cake or pie every two days if you let me. Right now? I want chocolate cake.

I've been toying with the idea of attempting to do some freelance writing to supplement our income. So that's been rolling around in my mind. We'll see if anything comes of it.

Speaking of money, all the doctor's bills have arrived and we owe a total of around $5,000. Hel-lo payment plans! When I feel bad, I just watch a clip of Sicko and feel better.

And that's all I have for you now. I will post more pictures as soon as I can but in the meantime, go to Bryan's Flickr and see the latest short clip of me and the baby when we were out to breakfast early this week. All I can say is: love. handles.

Tibits

Did you know that, according to my son, diaper changes are akin to being stabbed in the eye with a butter knife?  They are!  And the most efficient way to summon me for a feeding is to shriek uncontrollably?  It's true!

These are the little things I learn during the day.  Funny how I managed to get through life without these nuggets of wisdom.

Video of my boy!

Go here!

We have eye contact.  Now let's see some smiles, kid.

Mark my words

If ONE.  MORE.  PERSON.  asks me when I'm going back to work I will punch them in the face.  That question, and the decision surrounding it, is the single biggest stressor in my life right now.  So no, I DON'T want to talk about it.

Thank you.

This just in:

I can fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans. A mere five weeks and six days after giving birth.

The kicker? I can still breathe.

Back to you, Bob.

Father time

He'll be six weeks tomorrow. SIX. WEEKS. You know what that means?

We've survived the hardest part!

Man oh man have I been looking forward to the six week benchmark for a while now. I know I shouldn't put all my hopes on it, as he was a preemie and may be off a little developmentally, but c'mon. I need SOMEthing to focus on. Smiling is just around the corner! Then cooing! The giggles! Eye contact! Engaging with toys! Can you even stand it? I know I can't.

Plus now I think my body is slightly adjusting to Hardly Any Sleep. That's not to say I'm not still totally exhausted, and some days are waaay better than others, but I don't wake up wanting to burst into tears on a near-constant basis. We're starting to get into a groove. And for that I am oh-so thankful.

This has been a lot rougher than I anticipated, and I've wondered if I could continue on more times than I care to count. But stopping to realize that we've been at this for six whole weeks without any major traumas is encouraging. Theo is fat and overall a happy boy. Couldn't ask for more than that.

Well, maybe a well-timed smile or giggle. But I'm not picky.

More cuteness (collective AWWW!)

See? His eyes are open!

Me and The Boy:

Because my day blew. . .

I am going to brag. It's my blog, afterall.

Ahem:

I gave birth one month ago. The day he was born I had gained 27 pounds, and sitting here right now I am only FIVE POUNDS away from pre-pregnancy weight. I have been wearing non-maternity pants since TEN DAYS after he was born. (And no, I haven't even attempted The Jeans yet, as my hips are still a little wide and why knowingly put myself through that kind of torture?). Three days before giving birth my belly measured 41.75" and today it is 34" at the belly button.

I have no other explanation for this other than he was born five weeks early and he nurses like a mo'fo' so the calories are literally getting sucked out of me.

Stretch Mark Status: Five small ones around my belly, but they look like mini bruises and will hopefully fade.

Foot Status: They did not get bigger. I repeat, they are the same size. My shoe collection will remain unspoiled!

That is all.

Because I owe you pictures

Did this all on his own. I SWEAR we did not pose him like this:

Not a huge fan of Tummy Time:

Calm, peaceful and yummy-smelling after his first bath:

Hangin' out: