Mr. Serious, or The Great Grunt

My baby is 27 days old. I am a different person, a better one, now. My heart aches all the time from the love. He's full of smiles, always in my arms. At night he does "the mommy schooch" on his side to come closer to me. We sleep & dream together, forehead to forehead, heart to heart.

I was going to write a birth story but I decided not to. The birth was very hard and it's irrelevant now. Dante & I have had big things to deal with this last month but we are doing great.

I am so happy.

He's 10 days old already!

Time's going too fast! I haven't had a chance yet to write my birth story. Too busy snarfling baby. Actually, I'm having a very, very rough time because I am not producing milk and doing everything in my power to fix it. It is the most sorrowful thing not to be able to feed your baby. I love him so much.

He's smiling and holding his head up already. He's a little Superman.

Link to baby pictures:

http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a101/lo8lita/Dante/?albumview=slideshow

Having a hard time getting on the computer. Well, I guess I don't really want to. I want to snuggle with my doodlebug.

My Baby Dante

Waiting on you baby. Lola's taking over your part of the bed, you better come soon. xoxoxo

And counting

Not much going on. I'm 38+ weeks, baby will come whenever baby desires. I've been a nesting fiend and terribly annoying (poor David) but I can't seem to control myself. Finally getting everything in order, we didn't (read: hate) the co-sleeper we bought many moons ago so had to get a used crib and sidecar it to the bed. It's much better now. I've accumulated quite a cloth diaper stash... especially since I plan on EC'ing a lot. We've got our fireplace working, Xmas tree up and infatable pool ready to go into the living room to have our baby. I still feel like it's all a dream.