The DZ

AKA the PrimaDonna AKA the turd AKA the most gorgeous thing ever . . .

So I have a kid. An adorable, won't-stop-fussing-during-the-day, little girl. When they told me that it was a girl, I almost had a heart attack. Well, I was heavily doped up and exhausted after being unsuccessfully in labor for almost 20 hours, so actually I think I said "OH" and then promptly fell asleep. But now, I'm about ready to have a heart attack. Me, with a girl??? What the h-- am I going to do?? Everyone thought I was having a boy. And I mean everyone, including the random girl in the Social Security line that called out to me one day just to guess that I was having a boy. Well, actually first, she said I was having a girl. Then she asked me to turn around and said, no, no, I'm definitely having a boy. And come on, random people hanging out in line accosting pregnant women are ALWAYS right, no? I guess a few people guessed I was having a girl, but for the most part, everyone seemed to think I carried like a boy. The Chinese gender predictor also expected me to have a boy. As did a number of internet tests. Which goes to show you that the internet is apparently not always right. I know, you could have blown me over with a feather!!

Anyway, I'm shocked, but utterly in love. Maybe I'm biased but I'm pretty convinced that I have the cutest girl ever. Even when she's being a total turd, like she has been this week, she's pretty darn adorable. Her eyes tear up when she's crying (and she's been doing a lot of that this week) and sometimes all I want to do is laugh cuz it's so cute.

I guess that's a bit of an exaggeration. This week, she's been super fussy. They say newborns feed anywhere from 1.5 to 3 hours. Which sucks cuz it means I never really sleep for more than 2 hours at a stretch (cuz it takes a good hour to do a feeding a put her back down). She sleeps pretty well at night, and I've been taking advantage more and more and stretching the feedings farther out than I probably should. But during the day, she feeds for however long she decides to feed for, then fusses until the 1.5 mark comes up and then is hungry again. I can handle sleeping in short increments if I absolutely have to but no one told me that I'd be stuck with a crying kid all day who constantly pooped and peed between feedings (seriously, sometimes I went through 3-4 diaper changes in a half hr period this week). And honestly, no matter how cute she is when she cries, this part has NOT been fun. I suddenly get why new moms get so frustrated. There have been moments this week when I've wanted to cry myself, and I don't look nearly as cute doing it (actually far from it -- I'm totally gross now, I'm lucky if I can sneak in a shower every day and usually right after I come out, I usually get spit up on or something so that all my shirts now seem permanently stained with baby barf).

So anyway, all this is my roundabout way of saying that I have a new baby girl. And I'm trying to get back to blogging. But it's hard. When I do get a couple of hours during the day when the kid seems to be passed out, I want to nap myself. Or eat, or hop in the shower. I don't know that I've done any of those things this week without getting woken up. I was in the shower for 5 minutes yesterday when my brother yelled out that the DZ had taken a huge dump and was fussing (you can hear her pooping -- I'm honestly surprised I didn't hear it in the shower, she's so loud). G went back to work this week, so I'm struggling to manage on my own. My little brother is here hanging out this week, and has been helpful in some ways, but it's not the same. As evidenced by the fact that when she took a dump yesterday, he was nice enough to yell that out to me and had her waiting to be changed on the changing table but didn't actually change the diaper himself.

I don't plan on this becoming a mommy blog or anything, but I have lots of baby-related stuff to write about. Hopefully, as the weeks go by, I'll get into a groove, and get back into blogging regularly. I know you're all dying to hear about my gruesome labor details and breastfeeding issues. But for now, you'll have to bear with me a bit, and just keep checking in for new posts every so often.

Oh, I'm still debating putting up baby pictures on this blog. I'm not sure how comfortable I feel about that yet -- I don't know, I watch too many grisly crime shows and there was this one I remember where this guy got hit with pornography charges because some wacko stumbled onto his family blog or something. I know it's a long shot, especially with the small readership that I have, but I'm still debating. Of course, all of you that are on Facebook will get lots of photo updates, as I find more time to start sorting through more pictures.