So, Jack is 2 weeks old tomorrow. I love having a newborn. He's still all scruntched up and red. I love it. He's already gained back half the weight he lost last week. So, things are good all around. Of course, he's waking up twice a night. Can't wait for the sleeping through the night phase. Oh well. Right now he's so adorable I don't mind holding and snuggling him in the middle of the night. Except, of course, when I have been out until 12:30 at the U2 concert. That's not so great.
I had to take Mati to the Dr. today. She's seriously constipated. Been 11 days since her last b.m. I know. TMI. But it's on the list of crap I am dealing with right now.
Erik and I went to U2 last night. It was awesome. Black Eyed Peas opened for them and they were really great, too. I was very pleased. Of course they have mouths like truckers, which isn't so great. But the performance was very good. U2 was awesome. I can not imagine the intensity it takes to be able to perform at that level. They were amazing. They have intensity and sincerity. I think that in order to keep an audience plugged in a performer must be a really good salesman or sincere. Maybe U2 is a bit of both. They actually believe or feel what they sing. And it was evident every moment. Well, I had to leave early. My post-surgery body decided that the decible level was a tad overwhelming and exhaustion was taking over.
Speaking of post surgery, I am moving around a lot better this time. God has been incredibly merciful. He knows what I can handle.
Is it too early to exercise? I'm dying to get into jeans for the fall. I'm not sure how realistic that is though. But I honestly don't know what I'm going to wear for the next two months until I can fit into jeans again. Oh well. I'm sure I'll figure something out.
Lastly, I know you would love some more pictures of Jack. I don't have any. Did I mention that I'm exhausted? I'll try and take some tomorrow and post them.