Here's a little pic of the two of us this morning. Not the best picture of her, but it is the only one where I looked halfway decent so it'll have to do for now. Today marked the first day I put real clothes on. And by real clothes I mean maternity. Is it sad I was excited that my maternity pants fit comfortably again?? The last few days I've felt like such a milk maid all I've done is wear a robe. I was pumping or feeding every 2 hours, no real point in getting dressed then.
I'm working on a bunch of different posts, things I want to remember, our stay (and scare) in the hospital. Someday I'll have them all up. Let me just say one thing though--and I have a feeling I already wrote it down somewhere but the WORST thing about going into the hospital with a fairly easy labor is that every single nurse, from triage on down the line, had to comment about how I was just made to have babies, how many did I have, how soon would I be pregnant again, etc. Drove me crazy. And this is even after they mentioned that my chart said it was an assisted pregnancy--some people just don't get it, huh?
Thank you for all the good thoughts, throughout this whole process.
