Things here have been so alarmingly normal that I haven't felt like boring y'all with the mundane details of it.
I'm actually (gasp!) enjoying these early weeks and savoring every day. It helps that a certain chunky little person has started doing two very important-to-me things: 1) she started sleeping through the night last week, doing anywhere from 6 to 9 hours at a stretch and 2) she started giving me real honest-to-goodness smiles as evidenced by the attached photo.
Those two things have gone a long way toward helping me feel really good, along with the A-Ds, of course--and the fact that I've lost 27 lbs. of pregnancy weight with 13 more to go to get to pre-baby weight. Early on, I called it the "NICU diet;" nowadays I just call it "slow going." No hurry...I try to follow the adage of 9 months to put it on, 9 months to take it off (and then don't beat myself up too much if I still don't have it all off by 9 months). At least that was how I approached it after J was born.
Tomorrow D will be 8 weeks old and I find myself wondering where the time is going.
And yes, I'm even boring myself with this post.