About this time my dad would say something like "Well I was just checking to make sure you're still alive"

First, some cuteness:

Wow, these baby creatures are really time consuming. I barely answer my phone these days. Right now the baby is sitting beside me in his stroller entertaining himself with his usual after meal hic-ups. He holds his pacifier in his mouth with both hands so it doesn't fall mid hic-up. It's pretty funny. He's started getting very gassy after feedings and hard to burp. I never realized how difficult it would be to see him cry because he's uncomfortable. I just want to make it better, like, right then and it's really hard that I can't. He's in his stroller because I'm not allowed to lift anything heavier than him for another month. So he just gets wheeled from room to room whenever I'm home by myself. Kent had to go back to work yesterday. For all the bitching I did about maternity leave I should have realized how hard it was going to be for him. He only got a week off to spend with us which is just abominable.

Last weekend we took Ellis on his first outing. Once we finally got out of the house it was a lot of fun showing him off. I almost didn't leave at all because my vainty went into overdrive. My body looks pretty much like I'd imagined it would. I still look about 4 months gone. I wasn't expecting the belly to sag quite so much though. And I certainly was not expecting it to be so difficult to deal with. I thought I would be able to give myself a break about it and that has not happened. I feel disgusting most of the time. I've taken to just not thinking about it.

That sounds a lot more depressed than I actually am, but I've got to go quiet the screaming little man. Sorry for the disjointed post. I'll put some more linear thoughts down when I have more quiet time.