Our Little Pumpkin...

She's doing great. So freaking adorable, and for the most part, a pretty easy baby. She's really gassy, poor thing, and that's the only time she gets crabby. I, however, look like hammered do-do. I have spit up in my hair, breast milk down the front of my shirt, and bags under my eyes the size of a small country. And I'm looking sickeningly pale these days too, probably due to the massive loss of blood last week. All the while, she's just getting cuter. :) Motherhood is a funny thing. I was a little worried that I would get some form of the baby blues, but none so far...well, except for the general moodiness toward my poor unsuspecting husband. My doctor said it was normal. Probably because I'm so tired and sore from this breast feeding adventure...which we're actually getting the hang of by-the-way. Anyway--I got the blonde haired, blue eyed baby girl that I wanted. Though in six months she'll most likely have dark hair and brown eyes like her daddy. I'm okay with that. :) But only if in six months I can fit into my bluejeans again.