I owie

That's what Gwen says when she wants a band-aid. After we got home from the hospital my incision started to open up, gross, I know. But I had to put band-aids on it for a while. Because I was putting band-aids on my belly, Gwen had to. This is where she put it, right over her belly button. It stayed there for a few days. She's such a parrot.

Could I be...

1. Any more tired?
2. Any more grumpy?
3. Any more exhausted?
4. Any more sick of breastfeeding?

Wait, I think 1 and 3 are the same thing, what does that mean? I'm FREAKING tired! 2 kids is a lot of work, a lot. Mostly work to not kill the first child, my adorable, sweet, totally defiant Gwenny. She can be such a joy and such a sh** all at the same time.

Boston is 4 weeks today! I hope it starts getting easier from here. I have hope that it will, but at the same time I think I'll be tired and in pain for the rest of my life. If he weren't so cute I would want to give him back too. He is quite the fussy little monster. I had to hold him most of the day today or he was crying.

I forgot to post about Bos's 2 week check up. His stats are:

weight: 8 lbs 10 oz. (2 lbs more than when we left the hospital!)
height: 20"

He's growing like a weed, which is great!


This is how he always ends up when he sleeps. Looks so comfy, huh?