That's right.  The doctor said the dreaded C word.  That would be colic.  I've been in denial about it for quite some time.  He's cranky, he's tired, he needs to poop, etc. etc.  I kept thinking tomorrow would be a better day; but somehow it wasn't.  So my poor little guy has colic, reflux, and constipation issues.  Sheesh.  What a way to enter the world.
So in order to combat this problem, I promptly did what I do best.  Bought a book.  I'm reading it now and it's called 
Your Fussy Baby.  We'll see if it changes our lives, or if I wasted yet another $12.50.