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.