A fat wrinkly little boy

He cleans up so nice....

I think I'll keep him!!

Ok, maybe that was a little corny...I'll expound.
7.15 20 inches folks!! He's a bruiser....well, not really
but "cutie pie" isn't very masculine now is it?
And guess what? I totally went into labor by myself!
I coaxed the receptionist at my OB's office to get me
in yesterday so that I could discuss an induction.
Okay, so maybe I yelled at her a little...what?!
Anywho, my appointment was at 3 and I went into
labor at 4. It was kinda funny because I went to pick
up my two non-school kids from my awesome friend's
house and started contracting on her front porch. So I
left them there.
Then I was awesome and had no epidural...
ha just kidding. I wussed out, got the epidural, and then
gave birth 30 minutes later. Yah, I went too quick for it to
completely work. Oh well. Better luck next time....
if there is a next time.
Well, I suppose I will shove off and drift into the peaceful
slumber that only a hospital can provide.
(that was sarcasm by the way)
Oh yah, we decided to override the almightly blog poll and
call him Wyatt Smith. Sorry guys. I still love ya though!