I had my two week post-partum visit on Wednesay. Back when I was sure I'd go past my due date this was originally scheduled as my very last pre-natal visit. All is well. I was a bit bemused by the multiple choice form I had to fill out to make sure I wasn't going off the deep end with the baby blues. If anything, I have the baby pinks. All is rosy in the world, tralalalala. The doctor even managed to discuss birth control with me without pissing me off. Of course part of this was the fact that she didn't raise much of a fuss about my birth control plan, which basically involves not doing IVF for six months. I told her about how Warren and I listened to the nurse in the prepared childbirth class tell the cautionary tale of her friend who should have known better who got pregnant with twins three months after giving birth, and how on hearing the punch line we looked at each other and we both said 'that would be cool'. She seemed OK with that, though I expect only because she knew I was also breastfeeding, which is also a form of birth control. I also had a weight check. Not so amazing weight loss secret: it is possible to lose 25 pounds in 15 days... if you give birth the day after the first time you were weighed. That leaves me 8 pounds to go to my retrieval weigh. In less optimal news, I have 33 pounds to go until I get down to my pre-infertility treatment weight. I would dearly like to lose all that before starting up IVF again. This may sound a trifle pointless, but I'm hoping it's not. I'm hoping that the next time around I will be less depressed and therefor less likely to give in to the drug-induced cravings.
The invasion of the relatives is drawing to a close. I appreciate that everyone wanted to come see the brand new family member, but it will be nice to have the house back to ourselves.