Genevieve is doing great. She's so darned cute. Okay, I'm not just saying that, because she's my daughter, but she really is. She smiles, is starting to giggle and my gosh, what a big dreadful flirt she is! She smiles these little coquettish smiles and Mike gets all mushy. If the girl could show you her pinky, she'd hold it up and say,"I've got daddy right around here."

And I think she must weigh close to 12lbs. She's already outgrown most of her newborn clothes and is already well into the 3-6 month range of clothes. Mike hand weighed her against a little boy who was 7lbs 6 oz and born a month before and she's heavier. Her head isn't nearly as big as his because of the age difference, but Mike said she was definitely heavier. She's also starting to get that breastfed look...big fat chubby cheeks, little rolls of fat on her upper arms and thighs, and of course, she always has a little milk dribbled somewhere.

Mike and I identify poopy diapers by that cheesy smell. It's so weird that the breastfed baby's poop is flourescent yellow, though. Just weird. I was telling Mike it's nice that it doesn't smell. He asked, "Will it always be like that?" I laughed and said, "Yeah, until she starts eating solid food."

Mike's mom called last night and she told me about all four of her son's reactions to the DPT immunization. Mike used to get these huge swollen knots wherever it was administered that would last for a couple weeks. His youngest brother had a Grand Mal seizure -- which was after several reactions to each booster, and which eventually lead to Turrette's syndrome. He's finally outgrown the Turrette's and doesn't need meds any more, but neurologists felt that the Turrette's was a function of the reactions to the dpt. Nonetheless, this morning, I put in a call to the pediatrician to discuss my concerns. I figure at the worst, I'd like to keep her in a controlled environment where she'd receive care if she had a bad reaction to the dpt shot.

The thing is that in my family, I had my mother's looks and my dad's physiology and my brother vice versa. He has my dad's looks and my mother's physiology. Genevieve looks like her dad...I'm hoping therefore, that she has my physiology, which means she'd tolerate the shots fine.

I know worrying about it is kind of dumb, but I have worked too hard for this baby. I don't want something that is supposed to help her to hurt her. I guess, that's a "well, duh!" kind of thing to say, but the worrying is taking its toll, okay?

Mike finally got to the doctor's to get seen for his icky feet. He loves having insurance. I love him having it. He's going to be wishing otherwise on Thursday though, after he goes to the podiatrist to get his ingrown toenail fixed. Major ow.

He's going to be the grumpiest bear in town on Thursday night.

Sigh.