Finally, at long last, and exactly one week old today (as of me writing this), I give you….
It’s been fun spending the past week getting to know the little guy. So far, this is what we’ve learned of him:
- Not the biggest fan of diaper changes or baths
- He’s well on his way to becoming an expert marksman
- He has excellent comedic timing
- He likes fart jokes
- Definitely a boob man
- He gets his bathroom habits from his dad
- He belches like a drunken sailor (he gets that from me)
I have to say, despite my intimidation of having three boys under the age of five in my care, it’s been really fun, and a little bittersweet, to have a baby around the house again. Bitterweet because I fear this might be the last time, and I’ve always been so in awe of the entire experience. There is simply nothing in the world like having a baby. As much work, discomfort, and pain that it takes a woman to go through in order to carry a child and give birth, I feel incredibly blessed and honored to be able to do so. It’s totally amazing, and something I imagine a man could never quite understand the same way (no offense, guys!).
I’d like to thank everyone for all of the congratulatory wishes and positive vibes you’ve been sending our way. I’ve read and enjoyed each of your emails and comments and, although I haven’t been able to respond to pretty much anybody, I do want you to know that it means so much to have people who care about us and our family- whether you’ve actually met us or not. I’m still formulatin’ the whole birth story… not really sure if there’s enough to make an entire “story”, but you know what I mean… all the fun details. I vow to make it as fascinating as possible, and use the term “mucous plug” as many times as I can so as to gross my husband out as much as possible.
Until then, sleep well, and dream of large women.
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