Not a Mommy Blog, but...
At the tender of of 31, I have become a parent and this fact bears mentioning. I call the little guy "Squirmy" for obvious reasons and he weighed in at 7 lbs 11 ounces and despite no indication of above average height in my or the Beardocrat's genetics, he was an impressive 21.5 inches when he arrived.
Quote of the week:
Well, hello Squirmy, you're looking very Darth Vader without a helmet today, aren't you?
- Uncle Stewedslacker
Comments
Congrats!!!
There are two things you must never do until you are ready for everyone to assume you are fully functional and back to normal: let them see you standing and let them see you dressed.
My mom always said if you are dressed and walking around when someone comes to the door, go put on a nightgown and lay down on the couch.
Otherwise, they will assume you are back and ready to take on the world again.
Congratulations, again! :)