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Baby-g was born Friday the 14th, saving her from ever having to have a Friday the 13th birthday party. 7lbs, 14.5 oz. If you want to hear the labor story, you'll have to ask, because it's the one preggo thing that I am not planning on blogging about. It was possibly the hardest thing I've ever done, and completely worth it. Also, having a doula was definitely the right choice for us.

We've had a rough two nights since we've been home from the hospital, with the intermittent sleeping and tag teaming comforting a crying baby. But today she's sleeping crazy amounts like the first 24hrs of her life, so I had to wake her up to feed just now, because I couldn't sleep. Engorged breasts are ridiculous things. In any case, as I was holding my zonked out daughter and feeding her, I realized that I couldn't have asked for a happier life, even amidst all this sleep deprivation. Having a child is an amazing thing.