Just a quick update for y'all.
Our daughter was born healthy (7lbs 6 oz) and beautiful at 9:33 am on Thursday Nov. 5, a day that will live in the annals of Caesarian section history. I say that because the anesthesiologist himself told me that I set some sort of world record for vomiting during the entire procedure.
If you want to know the name we picked out, email me and I'll tell you. Think, uh, designer clothing label. Or a famous actress.
But, it truly is the beginning of fun times. She is such a joy, such a good, good baby. Which I really think I deserved because I endured such hell with Mr. P.
So, I am not too sleep deprived, Mr. P is a fantastic big brother, and all is good in my world right now.
Thanks, Universe, for listening.