Nice Hiatus, eh?

That's right...I'm back. After much prodding from my avid readers (I'm looking at you, mom), I have returned to my blog, to once again regale all of you with my wit, charm, and otherwise random musings of my every day life. I'd like to ease back in this, because as you can imagine, quite a bit has happened in the past 70 days since I last wrote. To sum things up in a quick manner... We went to the hospital, hooked me up to a 21 drip of pitocin, after 10 hours of "laboring" in which I complained non-stop that I was starving, and the nurses all had to pick their jaws up off the floor in astonishment when I informed them I was not, in fact, feeling any of the contractions (that were apparently 1 minute apart), we decided to move on to a C-Section, and thus Nicholas Matthew was brought in to this world at 11:28pm on 2-2-11. All 6lbs, 10oz, 19.5 inches of his sweet perfectness. I spent a glorious week's vacation at Alexandria hospital where a million nurses fawned over me, fluffed my pillows, cleaned my private areas, saw every part of me naked, and all earned their passage in to sainthood, and then we were discharged and sent home with a teeny baby, who had lost 10oz of body weight, was very jaundiced, and hadn't quite figured out the whole breast-feeding thing. Upon arriving home, I spent two weeks crying in a state that I'm sure was post-partum depression, but I never called the doctor (which she later informed me I should have done), because all the hospital discharge papers and books and other 500 page documents you should read after having a baby, said that I needed to wait 6 weeks to see if I still felt sad, and THEN I could contact my doctor about my concerns with thinking I had post-partum depression. Regardless, I got over it, Nick (oh yes, somewhere in there we decided to call him Nick because Nicholas is really a mouthful) gave up on breastfeeding...oh wait, so did I -- but that's a WHOLE other post -- he got over his jaundice, we fell madly in love with each other, and now I'm back. And I'm back on his first day at daycare, and my first day back at work. And I'm sad all over again. But a much better sad than in those first two weeks of his life. Now instead of crying all day long with thoughts of "what the hell have I gotten myself in to??!!", I'm spending the morning wiping the small tears away from my eyes as I think of how far we've come in 9.5 weeks, and how quickly he's growing up, and how sad I am that I won't be with him all day, but also how happy I am that someone else gets to change his poopy diapers during the day (that's right, I don't feel guilty about it either!). So stay tuned for several posts that talk about the past two months. There was so much I wanted to write and share, but I just couldn't seem to find the time. Kind of like I haven't been able to find the time to write my thank you notes from BOTH of my showers...sorry everyone...we LOVE your gifts, use them constantly, are extremely grateful, and I promise to send you all a thank you note soon. It's just that, well, in case you hadn't noticed, I've kind of been busy... ;)