GOD. Where in the sam blessed hill have I been?
Well, mostly I've been sitting around the house all slack-jawed and useless, because apparently I have just enough natural adrenaline to keep me functioning on very little sleep for exactly eight weeks.
The whole sleep thing, it has hit me so hard. Along with the return of all sorts of crap that went away during pregnancy -- crap that I didn't even notice had gone away because I was too busy whining about other things. Crap like migraines, zits, oily hair, cracked dry skin and menstrual cramps.
YES. YOU HEARD ME RIGHT ON THAT LAST ONE. THE BREASTFEEDING GODS, I CURSE THEE ONCE AGAIN.
And today? Well. We have BOO BOOS, people.
Tweety Bird says: Take THAT, polio.
Noah weighs 12 pounds and is 24.5 inches long. That is one long, lean little baby.
He's absolutely perfect, and (as we have all suspected lo these many weeks) absolutely brilliant. I mean, he TALKED to a QUILT hanging on the wall of the exam room. Not every baby out there is smart enough to talk to a quilt at two months old.
(Translation: Highly verbal! Points for mom's genes! Get this baby a blog!)
Anyway. I was hoping today would be the day I would find something BESIDES NOAH to write about -- maybe even an entry that could stand on its own WITHOUT BABY PICTURES -- but that is not to be.
Because again. BOO BOOS.
(He is so blogging this.)