Well after being anxious all morning, giving myself a pedicure, sewing some blankets, and tidying up the house a bit I realized that my contractions were quite frequent. I decided to time them. They were consistently between 3 and 7 minutes. I called lover boy to come home from work and try the hospital to see what they thought. We arrived at 12:25 and I was dialated to a 5, when lover boy asked what that meant I told him that meant we were staying at the hospital (I feared being sent home like I was with little princess). Sure enough we stayed and within 3 hours, all the uncomfort and pain and moodiness that I'd experienced were all worth it.
In my arms lay a most precious gift from Heaven. My perfect little boy. I felt quite guilty for letting some ugly words out of my mouth during his entrance into this world (my epidural didn't work) but could only focus on the miracle that a newborn baby is.
Lover boy is quite a happy little daddy, and a good one at that. He was all smiles and it was just as fun watching him as it was watching my new baby.
Being a mom is truly a great calling. I love it and am so excited to be doing it again. We welcome you little man to our lives and home.