You always hear how stress takes its toll on your body, and I am definitely feeling that right now. I'm not worrying or stressing about things very much, but there's been a hell of a lot going on in just the past couple days and I'm guessing that's to blame for why I feel so utterly exhausted. As an update, Donovan seems completely uninterested in formula, where it be in a bottle, sippy cup, or a regular cup. He also seems uninterested in cereal, whether mixed with formula or breastmilk (which has been a hit in the past). I don't know if it's just a temporary appetite slowdown as before he's been pretty good with solids... (distractibility does seem to be an issue, too, though, both with breastfeedings and solids. I may have to give up trying to feed him in public which unfortunately means all but shackling us to the house). I figured if formula wasn't gonna work then I guess I should pull out the pump and try that route-- so I did just that after one of his afternoon feedings, and got all of about 2 drop of milk (in the past I've been able to at leats get a couple ounces. I'll try again in a minute before going to bed, see if I'm more successful). It's slightly disheartening to have all the usual "easy solutions" not work at all. He seems happy, though, and seems to be outputting well enough with his diapers, so I guess I'll just keep trying to feed him often, pumping some, trying to up my supply, and see how it goes.
Everything got shipped off today. Gosh this house looks empty now.
D watching the truck outside.
Playing in his almost-empty room.
My God, that face...
JC arrived this afternoon, after spending a few days in Madrid. Don't have much planned for the weekend, and I heard tomorrow's weather might be utter crap like it was the other day, but I guess we'll see. It would be nice to be able to go down into town and walk around a bit.