I had my six-week checkup today. DD2 is up to 10 pounds, 4 ounces. The midwife gave me the all clear to have sex, so I went home and told dh, and he quipped, "She's just trying to drum up business."
But seriously, I still need to work through my emotions from the birth, and I wish I had a few more appointments to do that.
It's time to move DD2 out of newborn diapers and into smalls. I remember being all excited about doing this with DD1 and selling the ones she'd outgrown, but with DD2 it makes me feel really sad, and when I do move her up I want to box up the old ones and keep them, even though I'm not having any more children, and I'm a minimalist. I don't know what's up with the weird emotions.