Well, as usual the blogging isn't keeping up with production around here, but let's put all such lapses down to sleep deprivation for a while, shall we? Because I'm happy to announce--the happiest I've ever been in my life, actually--that our baby boy Peter joined us on February the 13th, after 17 hours of labor and a big fat crappy C-section. It wasn't the birth that we were aiming for, but I can't argue with the result:
8 pounds, 3 ounces of pure deliciousness. And not the dark-haired Monkeybaby we expected; it looks like my genes won out, as far as we can tell at this point. (I couldn't understand why the nurses kept saying, "Where did he get that fair hair?" until I remembered to confess, "this isn't my natural color!") Note the early introduction of handknits--very useful for covering the unsightly hospital Lo-jack. Wool allergies, bah!
Here's a shot from after we were sprung from the
I'm wearing another FO, if you count iron-on letters--a t-shirt I made that reads, "Some of my best friends are reproductive endocrinologists." (For those who missed the previews--Pete is the result of IVF cycle #3, after 2 years of infertility treatments.) In case you were wondering how many packs of letters it takes to get enough vowels for that: four. I have a lot of w's and v's left over, if anyone wants to make shirts for a radio station's softball team or the like.
What else can I tell you about this booger? Let's see: SWM, enjoys eating, sleeping, and long walks in the stroller. Already I'm sad that he's lost his cord stump, and that the frosted effect of the hair over his left ear has started to fade. Maternal nostalgia begins so soon! I'm both eager to see the changes each day will bring, and desperate for him to stay just the way he is--utterly perfect.