One week

Today Megan is one week old. So far she's been to the doctor's, on a walk to see the neighbors, and to breakfast at the Original Pancake House. She slept through the latter two activities, and, other than a little pee on the scale (ok, a big pee on the scale - that thing is cold!) she was incredibly good at the doctor's.
We also had a little champagne toast in Megan's honor tonight (my first drink in nine months!) - she slept through that , too. As for the parents, we're a little tired, but otherwise doing well and still as amazed as ever.

Even with just a week under her belt, we've noticed several changes:
-Megan now hates to be swaddled. She grunts and struggles until she gets her arms free. She seems pretty happy to be out of her snug uterine quarters.

-She is more alert. We had two good one hour periods yesterday that Megan spent checking out the world.

-She is getting hungrier. Unfortunately, this translates into less sleep for us, as she has been waking up more frequently in the night. Last night she was up every two hours; we had been doing every three. Despite this, she still swims in all of her clothes but I am sure she will grow into all her cute things soon enough.

Happy birthday, Megan!