Because on January 5, I gave birth to the sweetest baby girl, our little Rose.
She weighed 7 pounds, 4 ounces and was 20 inches long at birth. And thankfully, what everyone said was true. After being sick and miserable while pregnant, I was rewarded with the most wonderful labor and delivery. I know that sounds crazy to say, but it really was a wonderful experience. I'll save you the minute-by-minute details and just say that I labored at home with Tod most of the day, and after three trips to my doctor's office to see how things were progressing, he sent us to the hospital at around 4:30 or 5:00 p.m.; I had my epidural by 6:00 or so; and little Rose arrived at 9:40 p.m. My epidural was amazing, and so was my doctor.
But not quite as amazing as this little lady.
She is three months old today, which is so hard to believe, and we are completely over the moon with her. I honestly never knew. I just never knew. These are sweet, sweet days.