Fascination Street

So apparently my preggo hormones are officially gone (which Chris should be happy about) because I am shedding all over the place. It is worse than the cats...hair adorns the floor, couch, pillows, fans, clothes, everything. I just hope it stops before I need a weave.

I started looking back through old pics and video today and found some from the day of the birth that I haven't seen in so long, or at all. I uploaded a bunch of my things right after I got home from the hospital and didn't really have time to absorb them in the haze of new parenthood. So looking back on them now, 4 months later, is a pure nostalgic (bittersweet) delicacy. I can't believe that my little boy is 4 months old. In a blink he will be going to his first day of school, slamming the door because I don't let him see his girlfriend one Saturday night. Sigh.

I found this video, that Chris took right after our baby was born...in awe and sniffles. It made me cry all anew:



and photos:

Me getting some real contractions


Chris after Tammany came to visit us, bringing Chris sustenance to motor on.


Me and Tammany. Yes, that was post-epidural


Holden and his grapefruit brain. He is still mad about that squeeze, ask Chris.


It's amazing to me that he never looked smushy and alien even right after birth.


My strapping lad.

Ok I need to stop I am getting all maudlin. Blah!