Things are getting better. Yes, I'm still having crying jags but they seem to be getting fewer. I also find I'm more prone to them on particularly low sleep times and when I haven't been able to get enough to eat (like I'd ever thought I'd be writing *that* sentence!).

D- is doing well. She's eating like a champ and has occasionally given me 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Whoo hoo! Her umbilical cord fell off last wednesday (yes, only five days after her birth!) and has survived two full baths. Aside from getting a bit cranky when mommy accidentally sprayed her in the face (but then, who wouldn't??) she actually seems to like bath time. Yay!

We've had one shopping excursion to the east side and one visit to Grandma E and Grandpa D. Amazing how quickly E- and I became just transport for the baby...

I truly appreciate all the calls and well wishes. It has helped more than any of you can possibly know. I realize that if I'm crying on the phone it doesn't seem like I'm ok but I really am. Each day gets a bit better as D- and I figure each other out. My house is a complete disaster but as my wonderful husband said to me yesterday, "So what if you're not getting anything done around the house? What you're doing is so much more important than any of that." He has been so amazing throughout my pregnancy and now the first few weeks of her life. :^)

I just have to remember to take things one day at a time. Yes, eventually, I'll have to go back to work. But that's not for awhile yet. As long as I can keep my mind away from that eventuality, I'm usually ok. My sister told me she was jealous that D- was sleeping for such long intervals. And I told her I was jealous that she's able to be at home with O-. I suppose the grass is always greener, eh? And in some ways, I am looking forward to working again. I honestly do like my job. I just wish we could afford me being able to stay home longer to be with D-. *sigh*