Yesterday, Zoey turned three weeks old. She celebrated by screaming most of the day. That was really fun for everyone. Luckily, those kind of days are not the norm. She sleeps reasonably well, though not in her crib yet. She will sit, alert, with her eyes open for about an hour at a time. She also loves to move. That isn't so nice when I'm dead tired and want to lie down, but maybe I'm to blame since I did lots of activity while I was pregnant. She eats well, which is a relief, because I was worried about not being able to nurse her well enough and having that stress added to having a newborn. All in all, she is a pretty great baby!
I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I'm a mother, and that Zoey is my daughter, but I think that will come. Staying at home with her is different than I expected. I have learned in three short weeks that I need to go out everyday, regardless of Zoey's mood or mine. Being in the condo in my sweats all day doesn't make me too happy. I'm not used to being so sedentary, so I'm going to make a real effort to leave the house everyday.
I'm sure I have other thoughts but they aren't coming to me right now.
Oh! Except Kristen is coming on Friday!
I don't think I get to put pictures where I want so here is a bunch at the end!