My nipples, however, are another story.

So after telling y'all that I gave up on breastfeeding, I had multiple nervous breakdowns and started taking a fabulous medication. (Take that, Tom Cruise.) I have since reconsidered my decision and Alliclaus has decided that she will at least try to check out the boobage without falling asleep immediately.

So Alliclaus is doing her part, but I am still not doing mine. We're still having to supplement with formula, but she's getting the vast majority of her nutrition from me, for which I am grateful. I figure if I keep on trying, I'll eventually produce enough milk for this chick. Or not. Whatever.

God, I'm fat.

Other cool things that are happening:

My mom has been in town since shortly before the baby arrived and I have decided to pack up Alliclaus and road trip back to San Diego with her. I think I may have lost my mind, but I figure In-N-Out Burger is a good place to find it.

We bought a new (to us) car today! Yay! No more complaining about the car of death. Pictures to follow.

Someone else has agreed to make a baby scrapbook for me. Thank God. You wouldn't know it from my awesome baby blanket-making abilities, but I suck at all other craft-type things, particularly remembering to save memories. I've been married for more than two years and I'm sending my wedding album home with my mom so that someone will actually put pictures in it.

I've lost all my pregnancy weight. This actually probably happened by the time I left the hospital, but definitely was the case by my two-week checkup. But I forgot to tell you. It's very exciting, although the weight is in different places than it was before and my stretch marks are much scarier when they're this close together. I only gained thirty pounds and with a baby that weighed almost ten and the largest placenta anyone had ever seen, it wasn't too hard to lose that amount. Now if only the breastfeeding will help me lose another sixty.

I will gladly pay you Tuesday for some boobie today.