Slowly normalizing

So I’ve lost more than 25 pounds in the last three weeks. Technically, I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight — well, one of my pre-pregnancy weights, the one where I was unemployed and wearing fat pants. And technically I can button a couple pairs of pre-pregnancy jeans, but I can’t wear them — on top of cutting off my circulation, they display my new poochbelly far too well. So I’m still wearing maternity clothes, but they’re gloriously loose and roomy now.

I wore makeup for the first time in many many weeks yesterday, and took the time to blow-dry my hair and make some sort of attempt at looking presentable. I think I need my hair cut, but I don’t know where to go or what to have done. And lord, it really needs dyed again; the wiry grays are spreading rapidly, converting more and more of the rational brown strands. Yowsa.

Owen’s sleep patterns are much more predictable these days, with the exception of last night, when he was up every two hours again. Iain took over the night feedings last night to try to give me a least a little chance to catch up on sleep, but I think the end result is that now we’re both exhausted. I just can’t sleep if I hear Owen fussing, so instead of only one of us waking up, both of us do, and that doesn’t do us any good. On the other hand, though, it doesn’t seem fair that I can never get more than three hours at a time, but I suppose depriving him of sleep doesn’t earn me any more.

Owen’s skin is looking much clearer and much less red, although it’s still in that peely stage. His eyes are a slightly lighter blue than the indigo they were when he was born, but it’s still a toss-up whether he’ll go ice-blue, like Iain, or muddy green-hazel-grey, like me. He’s outgrown several sleepers already, and yesterday he wore his first pair of pants! His mysterious hangnails, which he had when he was born, are gone and his hands are now beautiful and smooth on the backs, though now they’re bumpy on the palms. He’s pooping again, though not with any regularity. In fact, I think he’s doing it right now. Woo hoo.

The house is still a mess, but I’m not that concerned. We’ve ordered a recliner [which I think would have been great to have at the end of pregnancy, but who’s counting] which should arrive on Tuesday. I haven’t seen what it looks like yet, so that’ll be a nice surprise. We just have to figure out where to put it.

And tonight Carole and Tom are coming over for dinner, and bringing Baby Cassidy, who’s two months older than Owen. It’ll be Baby’s First Date. I mean, first Play Date. I’m not totally planning their senior prom or anything.

January 29, 2005 | Filed Under daily grind