Better

Okay, I guess I've stopped moping around (for the most part). We got a lot of cleaning done on the house this weekend, so I'm happy about that. Robert took the hurricane things off most of the windows so there is actual natural light coming into the house.

I went to that La Leche League meeting Friday, and it was nice. Nothing earth shattering, but okay. One of the leaders tried to help me with my latch a bit, but I'm not sure it did much. I think the most valuable piece of information one of the leaders gave me was that breastfeeding gets easier past six weeks. God, I hope so. Some days I think I have it down cold, and some days I'm so frustrated I want to cry. Robert thinks I'm crazy, and doesn't understand my frustration. I think all the fuss I'm making is more about me. Sofia seems to be gaining weight, and even though my nipples aren't bleeding I still feel like I'm not doing it right. Whatever. Sofia's doctor's appointment is this week, so we'll see what the scale and the doctor says.

I ended up leaving Sofia with Robert on the day of my six week check-up. He stayed home to recover and preferred that I leave her with him. It was rough being away from her for just a few hours. I can't imagine how I'll feel when I have to leave her with strangers for the entire day at daycare. My doc said that I'm healing nicely and everything looks good. I lost four more pounds since my last visit. So that leaves me ten more to lose. I have a feeling that I stopped losing and started gaining, but I guess we'll never know because I have no desire to weigh myself between doctor's visits.

So no, I haven't exercised, but I'm trying to replace the cookies with veggies and stuff. My maternity pants are too big for me, but my regular ones don't quite fit either. I have one pair of jeans that fits me that I bought at only a few weeks pregnant (so they're not quite pre-pregnancy jeans), and I have been wearing those babies all the time. I actually painted my toenails for the first time in about a month and half. I know. Gross. But they haven't exactly been a priority for me. Anyway, I guess things are coming along. I'm working on stuff slowly but surely. In between Sofia's crying jags and trying to entertain her, it's tough.

She is absolutely adorable. I can't believe how much she seems to grow everyday. She makes these cute little squealing noises and has started giving real smiles. Although I must say I wish she would smile more. In time. It hurts knowing that I'll have to leave her for work in just a few short weeks. It really hurts.