it's a...

girl. A beautiful baby girl. And now there are two. 79.5 hours of labor w/ no sleep (you read that right, I said seventy-nine and a half hours), the minor (ok, not-so-minor) blood pressure scare during the final two hours, the threat of IV meds, the forced epidural I ended up being able to waive, the two times we were sent home from the hospital, it was all worth it. Because look at what I have now:





I have no idea what her bloggy name is yet, and since I work with that mutant generation known as teenagers, I'd rather keep her name private (oh, how that hurts, cuz I'm so very in love with her name). But when I have a bloggy name, I'll let ya know.