So far, so good over here. Simon's still being very easy on us. We're getting very reasonable amounts of sleep... he's not crying and he's still eating like a champ.

My pumping idea seems to be working the way I thought it would. As with Benjamin, it seems I am a natural milk machine this time too... sheesh. I have four full bottles in the fridge, each of which is equivalent to two or three feedings and I've only actually been pumping since yesterday. Simon is getting a TON of milk that isn't formula, which I feel really good about... more so than I thought I would, actually. I also like the fact that I can leave that milk out or put it in the diaper bag for a few hours without worrying about how long it's been sitting. The formula has one'ish hour expiration, though I follow that kinda loosely most of the time. ;) Tom's still a little weirded out by the whole idea, but I think he's coming around, especially when he remembers how much those can of formula cost. Heh.

We've been out and about quite a bit... I still can't believe how normal I feel. I get a little tired in the afternoon and I usually take a short nap. But otherwise, I really feel amazing. I'm down about 13 pounds so far and I can button and zipper my fat shorts, but the result isn't especially pretty -- MAJOR muffin top and not very comfortable. ;) I think another week or two and they'll be okay though...

The whole postpartum hormone thing seems to be taking the form of being irritated with Tom, rather than randomly crying like last time. I'm sorry, but if I put a full garbage bag IN FRONT OF THE DOOR so you have to step over it to go outside and you don't take it out? That's annoying.

Also, the two child thing is really going to take some getting used to. Yesterday, Tom was out for a couple hours and I was literally stranded in my bedroom because Ben didn't want to do anything or go anywhere. (ohmahgah the whining... make it STOP) It took me the entire two hours almost to convince him to get dressed and brush his teeth and hair. The baby wasn't especially fond of being put down either which made things even MORE challenging, but mostly it was the uncooperative antics of the three-year-old. I'm trying to be ultra sensitive to him though... so I tried not to show how annoyed I was and instead just came to terms with the fact that nothing was going to get done and settled in with him to watch the Disney Channel most of the morning.

Here are a few pics from the last day or so...
Bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning...


Daddy and the boys


SOooooo tired!