Princess upon seeing me for the first time after I came home from the hospital: "Mommy, you're not fat anymore! Now you're just half fat."
I mentioned in Little Dude's birth story that my recovery from childbirth this time isn't going great. That hasn't changed. Last week, I started hemorrhaging and had to call my mom to come over and take care of the kids for me. Thankfully, it stopped before it became a big issue, but it was still kind of scary to bleed that much so fast.
Here's the best part about my recovery being so slow this time around...we're moving!! We currently live right outside of town in the small 2 bedroom basement apartment of a friend from church. We outgrew this place quite a while ago, but it took us some time to find a house to buy in town. We found one about a month and a half ago and are hoping to move either this weekend or next week sometime. Ever tried packing for a move while recovering from childbirth, taking care of a fussy newborn, a rambunctious, mischievous toddler, a 3 year old and a 6 year old? Yeah, it's not as easy as it sounds. But, I am extremely thankful that we finally will be living in a place with enough space and enough rooms for all the kids to nap on the days when Hubby is at home sleeping to prepare for working a night shift.
On that note, I should probably close because I need to go pack a few more boxes while the baby's not crying!