26-5-2008 - *11:19am is always on my mind* (May 26, 2008)

My mood while writing this blog: bored.

This morning I woke up around 11:10am, I woke up more during the night but this was my final wake up time, and stared at the clock. 11:11 came and I told Brandon to make a wish. Then about 11:18 Brandon got up and was gonna go to the bathroom but I asked him to lay back down and to wait another minute with me. I started to tear up… 11:19am, BAWLING. My baby boy is 6 days old… exactly. Wow! 6 days… 6 days ago to the minute, I had looked down and saw/heard my baby boy with the doctors holding him up. 6 days, damn… he’s already grown up fast. Poor Brandon hates to see me cry—since there is nothing he can do to stop it.

It’s weird not having my belly anymore… even things like wearing my pink shirt for the first time since having a belly… WEIRD. When I cross my arms and it is lower (normal) that it was when I had a baby in there… WEIRD. Even Brandon has troubles with it when he stands behind me and wants to put his arms around me and on my tummy…. Yeah, he still reaches as if my belly were there and then moves his hands back until he hits my tummy… he even thinks it is WEIRD.

Sorry if this is TMI, but today I finally was able to poop! First time in a week. HAHA. I came back from the potty and was all smiles—felt like a little kid that just learned to use the potty! Brandon knew immediately what I did and was smiling—weird, I know, but exciting! I told him I wanted to do a ‘poopy in the potty’ dance! HAHA! He didn’t though.