Just woke up on the floor

We had meant to spell one another today and take naps because we got very,very little sleep last night. But, uhm, he was too cute to leave and before we knew it, here we were at 9pm with no sleep! I just laid down on the floor of our tv room to 'rest' and woke up an hour later.
Started pumping midday today. I've been able to pump about 2.5 ounces in each of two seperate sessions. I was scared he wouldn't drink it, but he did. I don't have enough to keep going through tonight, but as my milk comes in and we get him used to it, maybe it will be easier to get him to take my breast? Right now he screams and flails. As David pointed out, he's not just uninterested in latching, he seems downright offended and upset by the process. I think its because he's lazy and its just plain too much work for him. Maybe as my milk comes in and it becomes easier to feed that way he'll change his mind?
Anyway, the important thing is that he's getting breast milk and all that good stuff that my juice is supposed to provide for him. I haven't tried to breast feed him today, so its been a tearless, happy day. He is just so incredibly beautiful. I can't get over it. And he smells soooo yummy.
Tomorrow morning we have to go to the lab and have his blood drawn to check his "Belly rubbins" as I've been calling them...bilirubin(?)-- he's slightly jaundiced, which I understand is normal. He's been eating more and peeing more, so hopefully we're flushing things out of his system. We also laid him out in a patch of sunlight streaming through the window to try and help. It really bothers me that he's jaundiced--despite the fact that many, many newborns are apparantly.
Monday is his appointment for circumcision. I am not going to get into a war about whether or not this is right with blogworld. So, if you don't agree, don't bother flaming me for it. We thought about it and talked about it and decided to do it. It is our decision for our reasons.
It was strange making the appointment. For the first time I said the words "My son." and then she asked for his first name and last name and middle initial and it felt so real--this little identity I've created.
We did a great job incubating this one, we did. I keep telling people that brownies and grilled cheese sandwhiches make for great babies.
Hopefully I'll be able to scan some pics tomorrow---or people will send me their wonderful digital ones to post. Until then, I'm going to smell my sugarbug's neck.