The newest one arrived this past Wed April 8, at 6:35 AM. 6 lbs 12 oz, 20 in long, blah blah blah. I'm writing up the birth story--which includes a fantastic best-ever home birth but not sitting in the pool--but in the meantime a list of things I love about becoming disenchanted...
--Heartburn instantly and completely gone
--Brushing my teeth and swallowing pills with nary a concern about gagging
--Eating normal sized meals
--Breathing without thinking about it
--My rediscovered bladder capacity
--More normal digestive function in general
--Massive dry skin relief within hours
--Turning in bed without having to make a plan (unless flanked by children on both sides)
--Sleeping well (makes up for the reduced sleep time)
--Toting around a little football-sized bundle...and being able to set him down for a bit
The last one makes me chuckle a little bit. On Friday night the Cat Daddy and I caught up on our Thursday night TV lineup, so once His Highness was in bed we took the little one downstairs, popped him in the pack & play, and flipped on the TV. I was able to do some much-needed stretching, and then I kicked back & relaxed...for about 2 minutes until I retrieved the kiddo from the pack & play and THEN returned to my seat to kick back & relax. The Cat Daddy grinned knowingly & said, "still can't leave a kiddo down, can you," and doggone it, he's right. The pack mentality must be so firmly ingrained in me that it's become permanent...