What day is it, again?

Tomorrow is Brittney's 2 weeks check-up, although she will technically be 2 weeks and 3 days old. It has been a very eventful week! I finally gained enough courage this week to take a shower during her nap (because I was starting to smell), which wasn't all that brave since I put her in the bathroom with me and cut my shower short the moment she started whimpering (in her sleep). I only got to shave one leg.

Brittney has also started cooing this week. Her Aunt Lauren got her a lamb that makes quiet nature sounds to help her sleep, but it doesn't help her sleep at all. She lays awake and talks to it. She's also decided that she doesn't like being swaddled anymore, despite her Daddy's commitment to continue swaddling for the first month of her life as the pediatrician suggested. (Notice I said "suggested," not "mandated," but whatever...)

We've begun to take people up on their offers of watching her while we catch some sleep. It's not her that's keeping us awake, she's only waking up once during the night to eat, and then she's down again within an hour. No, it's waiting for Tuesday that's keeping us awake at night. Andy has begun to sleep with the TV on to keep his mind from racing. He seems to be doing better, thanks to all the company and support we've received. After losing almost 15 pounds and countless hours of sleep, he's finally on a upward swing. This has made him sicker than Brittney will ever be! He went to the doctor on Friday and got something to help him get through this. I have kept busy taking care of a newborn, a husband, and my postpartum self, not to mention getting lessons ready to start my new job on maternity leave. Oh, and then there's the dishes, the laundry, the dog, getting groceries, and so on.... Whew! I'm never going to get to work out again, or read a book, or paint my toenails, or have friends! Maybe I'll put off continuing my Master's degree for another semester....

This past few weeks have been a serious roller coaster, and it's been much harder on him than it has on Brittney and me. Brittney doesn't have a care in the world, and I can honestly say that I am okay. Even if Brittney does have to be on a special diet, she'll probably be healthier than any of us. Besides, it's just food... it's not life.

I had better quit typing.... I just heard the dryer calling me, or was that the oven? No, it's my cell phone...