February 4, 2011
They say pride goeth before a fall. And sure enough, after telling everyone who asked that of course I planned to have an epidural - how idiotic not to in this day and age - there turned out not to be enough time.
Yeah. Not fun.
He's a cute little guy, not that I'm biased or anything, although I have to say that changing girls is a bit easier...
The day he was born he looked right at me and got a very doubtful expression on his face, as if he wanted to say: "You are not my mother. You are a snort!"
That's when I fell in love.