My postpartum checkup on New Year’s Eve wasn’t as good as I had hoped. Physically, everything was fine. I had healed and was released to exercise. However, I hadn’t lost as much weight as I had hoped — 7 pounds, or about a third of the pregnancy weight — to be exact. I know I lost more right after giving birth when I was still nursing, and I could tell some of it had come back after we switched to formula, but I was still a little disappointed. But, as Joe said, I have to look at it in terms of being one-third of the pregnancy weight gain. I still have a *long* way to go.

I also found out my iron is still rather low. They look for a 12 and I was at 9.8. I wish I had asked what my level was at the hospital when I was first put on iron supplements so I can see how much it increased, if at all. Nonetheless, I am staying on the supplements for the next four months. I really hope my iron is back to normal by then. Not only am I tired of taking an extra pill every day, but I’m getting really tired of the fatigue associated with low iron.

One happy point, though, was taking Lucy’s picture with the OB who delivered her. It was something I forgot to do after giving birth (can’t imagine why that slipped my mind!), and it was a picture I wanted so I can show her one day. I find it kind of funny that the OB who delivered her was the one I saw at my first OB appointment, and who I only saw once after that during my pregnancy. I really like him, though. He’s always super happy and cheerful.