Well, at long last the little one has arrived. He's a month old now, and at the risk of sounding cliche, motherhood is infinitely more rewarding and challenging than I had ever expected. He's adorable...bright-eyed, cuddly, already smiling and extraordinarily gifted at exhausting me...as babies tend to be. I'm totally in love.
I know it won't be long before he's squirming away when I try to hold him, but oh! If only the little devil would let us put him down for a moment! He came out with the natural ability to manipulate mommy and daddy into just about anything. When he is 2, 12, 22...boy will we be screwed! :)
In the meantime, I will rock my baby as much as he wants and gaze at his perfect little face. Any day that includes three square meals, a shower and enough time to check my email and take a nap...that day is a success. We'll worry about everything else later.
