I'm still working on my birth story -- not that anyone really cares anymore, but I want to get it down so that *I* don't totally forget -- and probably a post on the wonders of breastfeeding. It is a THORN IN MY NIPPLES.
Tomorrow we may actually try to get out of the house with the stroller. You know, that thing we just HAD TO HAVE because we weren't going to be one of those couples who holed up in the house with our baby? Yeah, not so much.
And then I plan to curl up in a fetal position and rock back and forth in terror at the prospect of my husband going back to work on Monday and leaving me ALL ALONE. With another human being who is totally dependent on me for everything (including making sure that Netflix keeps episodes of Gilmore Girls arriving at a regular clip).