and what a whirlwind of a week it’s been. much more in a good way than anything else, but i’m sure looking forward to the quiet. everyone went home yesterday – my mom, my stepdad, my dad…all of a sudden last night it was so quiet in the house, it was wonderful.
Isabella’s doing great. knock on wood. poo poo poo. last night i fed her at 12, 4, and 7. and she slept in between. i really don’t want to jinx her, but i seriously can’t complain about that at not even one week old.
she’s so adorable i can’t stand it. i just want to look at her all day long. and smush her and hold her. the problem is that my kids want to do the same thing. they are so in love with her, they can’t stay away. if she’s sleeping, they want to wake her. if she’s content and awake, they want to touch her until she complains. it’s almost like they can’t help. if she’s in the room, they want to be near her. i guess i really can’t complain about that either. they love their sister. i’m assuming in a few weeks the novelty will wear off and they won’t be all that interested anymore.
my mother in law is in my good books. not to mention all the help she’s been in the last few weeks- and she really has – she gave me the compliment of a lifetime yesterday. i was stressing about not having any clothing that fits me. my shirts come up to my belly button because my breasts are enormous. anyway, i managed to find something to wear, but i wasn’t all that happy about it. and then she told me that i looked incredible. i almost died. it was the nicest thing she’s ever said to me. i smiled for the rest of the day. until this morning. when i had to face the closet again