|My dad calls this my jailbird outfit.|
Baby B is 6 weeks old... almost 7, actually. I can hardly believe it. Time is flying. There are some really, really hard moments, but mostly being home with her is absolutely wonderful. I love when she falls asleep on my chest and I no longer feel like I should be doing something else (emptying the dishwasher, doing laundry, making the bed, making dinner). I just embrace it (and her) and enjoy the snuggles. They are so precious and I am so very thankful for her. I seriously spend a lot of time just marveling at her tiny fingers and toes, her eyelashes, her soft skin. To say I'm obsessed is an understatement.
I also had my 6-week appointment with my OB. My c-section incision is healing and I'm cleared to exercise (I ran yesterday and it felt awesome). She only briefly mentioned birth control to me and I told her I wasn't going to take any. Given my history, AMH, FSH, etc., if we got pregnant again, even sometime soon, it would be a miracle. My OB did ask that we give her a few month break from the stress of having me as a patient :) The conversation went better than I thought -- I expected her to push a bit and suggest I take something for awhile.
Sometimes when I am feeding B in the wee hours of the night/morning, I read on my phone and I recently came across this article: "I'm 41, Single, and Pregnant." Definitely recommend reading it. I've also been reading all of your blogs (those of you who comment), but I can't seem to comment from my phone while breastfeeding so I'm hoping that this weekend I can catch up and actually leave comments. You are all in my thoughts.