My baby is the cutest baby ever in the whole wide world. Except for maybe this one. She gives him some stiff competition, at least.

I keep wanting to go back and downplay my birth story and tell you it wasn't that bad. But let's be honest, it was traumatizing. I'm just a gigantic wimp or something, I guess. I also half-heartedly apologize for the ridiculously long post full of details, but I'm glad I recorded for my memories, so I'm not really that sorry.

My grumpy monkey is not so grumpy, as it turns out. He had a rough first day, but really, can you blame him? The nurse in the morning pointed out that maybe he had a headache that night. Um.... right. I guess that is a distinct possibility. Duh, me. He's been pretty easy-going for the last 24 hours or so. VERY stubborn, though. He's great at eating when HE wants to eat, and heaven help you if you try to make him eat sooner than that. And that's just the tip of the stubborn iceberg.

I kinda like him.

These are my cute nurses- Above is yesterday's nurse, Marianne, who I spent the day chatting with about life and jobs and such. Below is my awesome labor nurse, Taelor, who was very comforting and supportive when things got rough.