In the wee hours this morning, at the birth center, after an uncomplicated and surprisingly short labor, the kid made his exit.
He turns out to be a boy, which shows my subconscious dream life knows nothing.
He is gorgeous, of course, from his robust nose to his long froggy legs. We are totally thrilled and totally exhausted. And I feel like I have been run over by five trucks. It was hard to move before– but right now it is damn near impossible. My wonderful husband has been feeding me steak. In bed.
And since the baby is sleeping, I should be, too.