Exhausted Love

I disappeared for a while again because I had a baby! He’s freaking adorable and perfect and sweet. 

I’ll write up my birth story sometime soon, but here are my initial thoughts:

I have never been more tired, frustrated, proud, happy, and bursting with anxiety-ridden love in my entire life. It’s an exhausted love; I’m pushing through because I love the stuffing out of him. When I was pregnant  I hated when people would say, “Until you meet him, you don’t get it,” because shut up, I get it, but no I did not

He’s me + the love of my life + genetic magic which = something much greater. He was tried for and wanted and he is loved. And I am tired. 

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