No Warning Manual

So here we are...the beginning of week 3!  Elijah is here and boy does he run things.  My former 8 hrs of sleep are a rarity and showers are a luxury. Gordon and I are sleep deprived and I for one look a HOT-ASS MESS!  Here is a list of things that comes with Elijah at week three:

1. GAS and LOTS of it
2. Spit-ups...I basically walk around in just a bra because wearing a top in the house is pointless. WARNING to all visitors: A random boob is likely to be displayed when you come over to visit. 
3. While I finally enjoy breast-feeding, someone needs to send Elijah the memo that these boobs are mine and recklessly man-handling them could lead to him being cut-off (I kid :)
4. No SLEEP at nights, Cat-naps during the day
5. Washing bottles and clothes constantly
6. Slow disappearance of my extremely dark tummy (So why two weeks ago I decided to be cute and put on my largest pair of jeans - size 28 - only to not even be able to pull them up, much less button the waist...I was so devastated.  Here I was thinking I could've squeezed my still recovering fat butt into a pair of cute jeans...NOT! Gordon got a good laugh, at my expense, with that one.)
7. I was short a few screws before, but now I am short screws, bolts, nails, hammer, glue, etc...I often hear Elijah crying when he is not, especially when I am indulging in the luxury of a shower.  I blame it on the lack of sleep.
8. I will save you guys and gals the detail of me needing a pedicure...Ugh!

Until next time,
Bottles & Breast-milk :)