Henry turned two weeks old on Monday, and life is going well. You know, he’s generally a pretty happy little guy. He sleeps at the right time of day (night actually) and for decent lengths of time, is pretty content during the day, and doesn’t spend long swaths of time doing weird things like crying for no reason. Plus you know, he’s rather aesthetically pleasing. What a nice little boy!

Now that I’m not pregnant anymore, my energy level has been steadily rising again. Yay! Mrs. Slug is gone. After I planned this week’s meals last week and George did the shopping (this is our usual arrangement), I got ambitious last Saturday and prepped all the dinners we are having this week: turkey quesadillas, mango salsa shrimp, baked ziti, buffalo burgers, and fajitas. It’s all in my back freezer and ready to go.

For some reason babies seem to wake up and want to be fiddled with just around dinner time. Makes it difficult to fiddle with anything else, and some other people in the household seem to think that they deserve food too. Go figure! George has on site work the entire week (he didn’t get home until after 10:30 last night) so it seemed like making everything ahead would make my week much smoother, which it has.

My Grandma and parents came over for dinner (and so Grandma could see her new great grandson) last night, and I already had the quesadilla filling made, so it was a snap to fry it up. Phew! I always struggle during the post-partem period with feeling good and wanting to just go do everything. Then I zoom around and it all catches up to me at once. Suddenly I’m too tired to stand! The last two days have more or less been zoomy days, so today I just rested (plus my laundry is done and the downstairs is tolerably cleanish). Amazing how that helps!

I think that’s it for around here. Sure is nice to be feeling more like myself again. I like the regular me much better that the cranky pregnant version.

Rachel