Fractured

Wow. Two free minutes to blog and yet barely two free brain cells to rub together to produce fire (or interesting writing, as the case may be). Gluh.

It's been a fractured, distracted last few days. The baby has been wanting to nurse every hour, all day long (luckily he seems to go a bit longer at night, as long as I keep him on or next to me), which means I pretty much do nothing but nurse, read, eat, sleep, and maybe slip in 5 minutes here and there of general life admin stuff. I am SO trying to be patient, suck it up, and wait this phase out, but man, I can't wait until there is a longer, more predictable amount of time between feedings, so that I can do things that require more than 5 minuts of attention. I want to be able to plan things in advance, to be able to do things out in the world without rushing around or engaging in ultra complicated planning worthy of the space shuttle launch. I am feeling more and more like I'm just hunkering down, digging in, waiting for a break in the rain. God, somebody stop me before I start singing Annie songs ("The sun'll come ouuuuuut....tomorrow!").

Ok on to other small random fractured bits:

Recent books read:
-A Virtuous Woman by Kaye Gibbons
-Onion Girl by Charles de Lint
and now slogging my way through a vast fantasy trilogy called The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon

I went to my first meeting of the (now don't giggle) Breastfeeding Support Group (after this to be known as BSG) at the hospital back on Thursday, and it was a good experience, just like when I did it back when Eli was wee. The best part was getting to weigh Isaac, and discovering that he's now slightly over 11 pounds. 11 pounds, at just over 3 weeks old! That means he's gained approximately 3 pounds in 3 weeks. Sheesh! I guess that's what happens when you eat every hour. Still, it's nice to have a relatively plumpy baby this early on, complete with delicious neck and thigh and wrist rolls. It does make me wonder what he'll be like when he's 6 months old, when all babies chub out. Stay tuned.

Sigh. Running out of steam already, just can't marshal up any more to say at the moment. So here's the pictures, I'm outta here. (I probably only have about 30 seconds before that piglet wants to nurse again, anyway...)

^ Look at that chub!

^ Eli still loves "his baby". (I'm getting artier in my sibling shots...I really liked this one though.)