Today was my first time out with Luke. We had his follow-up ultrasounds and a trip to the pediatrician, all of which went well. All the excess fluid in his brain is completely gone! I had already stopped worrying about it, because we just knew when we saw him the first time that there were no problems with this kid. But, it was nice to have that instinct validated! What an answered prayer! The other ultrasound showed that, surprise (sarcasm there, folks), the cyst is still in the bladder. However, it will only require occasional monitoring in the future to be sure nothing else develops there. The ped also said that he was a little jaundiced, but otherwise doing great. We're going to sun ourselves a little tomorrow. He's trying to get rid of the yellow... and I'll be working on my own blazing white skin. People are covering their eyes in pain whenever I approach, and I figure I better do something or risk blinding all my friends and family. I'll settle for "Delicate Lily White", just not "Oh, My Eyes! White".

Anyway, the whole morning out, I was on Newborn High Germ Alert. I'm sure people thought I was unfriendly, because I was shooting the "Do Not Approach" glare at everybody not in scrubs and rubber gloves. It's amazing how paranoid you can be when you have a one week old! I swear, all I could see everywhere I looked were people who were potential carriers of typhoid, malaria, and west nile disease. I was torn between showing him off and spraying everybody down with Lysol.

Poor Luke... he'll learn soon enough just how neurotic his mother can be. For now, he sleeps on in blissful ignorance. Enjoy it, sweetie. Mom's a nutcase.

It may be the hormones though. Do you remember the Memo I wrote a while back? I may need to send out another one, because let me tell you, I am all over the place with those puppies. It's so ridiculous! I am crying at the most unsentimental things... like televised car chases. What? It's not sad at all-- and I know it, and still get teary. It's weird. I am fine though, it's just the normal postpartum stuff. But still, another memo may be necessary if I keep breaking down over Burger King commercials.

Well, that's all for now, my peeps. Go. Enjoy thy weekend!