This is what I look like two weeks after pushing a baby out.

Really, I can't complain. My belly appears a lot flatter than that normally because I've found I actually tighten my stomach muscles most of the time without thinking about it. This picture was in the middle of me telling Rich, "this is me not sucking in at all." And with my rack having doubled in size, I'm easily passing that test of my belly not protruding further than my boobs do.

I'm pretty active most days, though I think today was my body playing catch up from the previous week. I slept from 7:30pm last night until 11:30am today, waking up only long enough to feed the boy and never leaving the bed except to pee a few times. I think I needed that.

My crotch still aches but it's pretty manageable with Motrin throughout the day. I have to remind myself to give things more time to heal. Oh, and I should just remove the hand mirrors from the bathrooms until another month from now. I'm worrying that everything is going to heal back where it should but staring at it isn't going to make it heal faster or better. We'll just cross that gynecological bridge when we get there.

I never really realized how much my breasts were going to take on a life of their own. When I go do my doctor's appointment I expect them to ask about me, my baby and my breasts to make sure all of us are doing okay. Since the baby and I seem to be doing pretty well, all things considered, my breasts really are the only thing that could be considered temperamental from day to day or hour to hour. But you really can't beat this whole "I can make food at a moment's notice" thing. It really saves on space in the diaper bag.

I'm happy to report the modified bassinet is working well. I still may want to raise it another two inches or so, but it's worlds better than the original.

I've only had a few weepy moments here and there and they were short-lived. Most of those could be attributed to fatigue. But I just can't say enough how much physical contact with the baby makes that easier. Holding him is better than Prozac.

We'll see how I fare next week once Rich is back in the office. But I'm hoping some structure and a few simple outings will keep me from going stir crazy. If nothing else, I have a blog post each day to compose.