Day 1 down, four to go.

All in all, my first full day of being home alone with baby wasn't too bad. At least not as bad as I'd expected during the throes of my shrieky, panicked "how am I ever going to do this?" phase that hit just as Dan was leaving for the airport.

She slept pretty well overnight. I woke up around 2:45 a.m. and was shocked she hadn't gotten up to eat yet. I almost never wake up before she does ... at least, not since the early days when just the sound of her breathing changing would have me sitting up in bed wide awake. I ran downstairs and got her bottle so that when she started to wake up, I could just feed her instead of going downstairs while her mild fussing escalated to full-on crying. She went back to sleep for several hours, so our morning was uneventful.

I decided to get us out of the house, so I packed her up and we headed to Dunkin' Donuts, which is relatively new to Indianapolis and way too close to our house. Actually, it's really not that close, but it's close enough that it always seems convenient to drive there. I got a fabulous Milky Way hot chocolate, a bagel with what seemed like a brick of cream cheese on it (I did scrape most of it off), and some donuts, figuring that I'd eat them over the next few days. Uhhh, yeah. I think there might be one left. Gah.

My mom offered to stop by in the early afternoon so I could put some laundry in the wash. She even made me coffee -- a skill I've never quite acquired despite having the best coffeemaker ever. Later, O and I tried to take a walk around the neighborhood, but she didn't love it. I couldn't quite keep the sun off of her unless I put the hood up on both the infant carrier and the stroller, which basically enveloped her in a little stroller cocoon and looked really absurd.

Cindy came over around 9:30 to watch The Bachelor: London Calling (hello, guilty pleasure!), and we chowed on pizza and breadsticks -- neither of us had really eaten much all day. She stayed until about 11:30, and it was so nice to have the company.