A mix-up at the fertility clinic

As soon as we found out I was pregnant, I started worrying that a mix-up might have happened at the fertility clinic where Cohen was created. While these things are rare, they still do happen, and I imagined we would be "one of those couples" that got the wrong sperm. Well, I'm so happy to report that that was not the case with us as evidenced below...

While it's a goofy picture of Cohen, he looks exactly like his goofy dad. You've got to love the fish eye feature on the digital camera.

I feel like we're rounding a corner, Cohen & I. I'm gaining more confidence and discovering that I actually know what his cries mean (usually). He's less pissed off (a.k.a. fussy) too. And breast feeding is going okay, although improvements could still be made.

I'm battling my 6th clogged milk duct in less than 4 weeks. Argh. These boobs are problematic. And my mid-wife doesn't have a solution as to how to prevent them. I think a visit with a lactation consultant (again) is in order.

Anyway, here are some cute ones of our little red-headed stepchild. Enjoy.

  1:10 p.m.

1:12 p.m. And he stayed that way until 4:15 p.m.

Getting ready to enjoy bath time. I'm so glad he likes it. Too bad he doesn't like his car seat as much as bath time.

 Toweling off.

  Getting greased up.