...even though I am no longer pregnant.
Today we took Colin to the doctor and she was not happy with his very meager weight gain of 2 ounces. Now I'm convinced that his jaundice is worse than we think and he is not getting enough milk and is going to be dehydrated and I won't be able to breastfeed and maybe I should give him some formula and why is he sleeping so much and on and on and on. Seriously, I think I might be paranoid.
Today exhausted me. I learned that it now takes me 20 minutes to get out of the house with three kids. As in putting the first socks and shoes on to pulling out of the driveway... 20 minutes. This may throw off my mornings a tad. The doctor looked at me, looked at the girls sitting on the floor coloring in coloring books and at the baby and asked me, "You have help, right?" I said, "Well, my mom left today, but we have some help. People are bringing us meals and stuff" She raised one eyebrow and gave me a look. (This doctor is clearly a mother. Only a mom can give you that look.) Maybe I look worse than I feel...
Speaking of which, off to bed. At 8:50. Gotta save my energies for the 4am parties in Colin's room ;-)

















