That's my baby boy, Andrew Domenick, born August 6th at 4:41 p.m. and weighing in at 6 pounds, 11 ounces. His arrival was four years in the making, and now we get to spend the rest of our lives watching him grow and change and learn. It blows my mind every time I think about it.
He'll already be a month old at the end of this week!
My pregnancy was relatively easy, but boy am I getting the challenge of my life now. Andrew is not a fan of sleeping at night; some days, he's not a fan of sleeping at all. And unlike his eyes and chin, he does *not* get that trait from me. He's also showing signs of acid reflux, including choking while eating to the point where I'm afraid I'll need to give him CPR. He hates to have a wet diaper, but hates having his diaper changed even more. How do we know? Oh, the ear-piercing shrieks kind of give it away. Sometimes, he screams just to hear himself scream. And that trait is one I fully credit to his father!
I can honestly say that whatever exhaustion I thought I felt during pregnancy has paled in comparison to what I've felt the past 4 weeks. Add an existing thyroid problem to a raging storm of post-pregnancy hormone fluctuations, and you have a cocktail for several meltdowns a week.
But lucky for Andrew (and for me), when he smiles, my heart melts into a giant puddle of goo. And even when he's being a demon, he has the face of an angel.
So there you have my reason for being gone from the internets. A pretty good one, I think. :) I'm still dreaming up ideas and scenes for my writing WiP's, but for now, this one is on the front burner!
Your turn - what are you working on, peeps? And how have you been?
