1) So far Gemma has been a dream baby. She sleeps a lot and very well. I nurse usually twice per night and only because I start to feel uncomfortable and need to wake her to get a little relief. I don't expect this wonderful thing to continue, in part because I fear being too terribly optimistic and also because I know from experience that all it takes for a baby to change sleeping habits is for mama to settle into the established pattern...
2) In spite of the good nights, I look like death-warmed-over all morning long. What is this? My face gets puffy and I have bags and circles under my eyes. I look a lot worse than I feel, which I suppose is far superior to feeling worse than one looks. It irks me, because when I go out of the house with six kids I want to bear witness to the world, and the witness I want to bear is not, "This is what your average mom of a large brood looks like." Know what I mean?
3) I've been blown away by the sweetness of friends and family in bringing food to us. I have cooked two dinners in the last ten days, not counting the defrosted-beef fiasco. This is better than any baby shower. So if you know a mom with multiple young kids having a baby, skip the cute baby outfit unless you don't live near enough to cook, and bring her a meal. I can just about guarantee that it will be more greatly appreciated.
4) Little girls have nothing to hang onto. In the continuing saga of potty-training Dominic, I have found yet another reason to be glad that Gemma is a girl. Because Dominic still has "wet accidents," and because it is summer, he spends a lot of time wearing only a pair of underpants these days, and he and Adrian seem to be hanging onto their boy-bits just about anytime their hands are not otherwise occupied. It would seem that diapers are thick enough to make this difficult.
5) When I think of how many photos I have on disks and such to be printed out on photo paper and placed in albums, I want to hide. The last photo in the album is of Adrian at age one. It is apparent that I am even worse about keeping up with photos than I am with bank statements...
6) I need to look at my bank statement.
7) I have been suffering from plummeting hormones, the result of which, besides various physical symptoms, is a general unpleasantness. If it is my duty to get my family into Heaven, then I am doing it, or at least shortening their Purgatory. I have been oscillating between dopey-and-in-love, weepy, and unbearably irritable for the last week. I am trying to keep a better grip on myself until things in my system normalize.
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