He’s here

If you haven’t already heard, the Boy is here with us — he joined our family last Thursday night.  8 lb 3 oz, 20 inches long and absolutely beautiful.

I’ve been trying to piece things together for a real post, but that looks like it’s a while off now.  Cliff notes version, short easy labor (with the epidural which was totally worth it), followed by jaundice, milk coming in latelate, and finally things starting to look like they’ll sort themselves out. 

I’ll be around, and hopefully get to finish up my birth story post which got half-done in the hospital and is now wasting away in my drafts folder. 

Be back as soon as I can!

 

Happy Birthday to me!

So what did I get for mah birfday? New tail lights for the car and a yeast infection! Yay!

 

Short and to the point.

Fuck the penguins.

 

I guess I’ll keep him

Somehow, just when I’m ready to throttle him — the boy always seems to redeem himself.

He brought me home a reese’s PB easter egg tonight, completely unprompted, just because he knows I like them.

All together now … awwww.

 

why do we do this?

Every time I think about my upcoming RE appointment, a little voice inside starts yelling, “RUN AWAY!” (punctuated by coconuts, of course). 

I have a good life.  No, really, a good life.  I love my job.  I love my schoolwork.  I love going out with my friends and not having to worry about when I have to be home.  There’s an incredible amount of freedom that comes from not having any children, and I am all about the being free to do nothing if that’s what I want.  Or being able to spend a long weekend searching publication databases for articles for my dissertation proposal. 

Right now, I’m not sure that I want children. 

Of course, if I really didn’t, then I wouldn’t be going to see an RE about IVF. 

I don’t know what I want.

Fuck.