old

I plucked a hair from my chin today; the first one I've ever been aware of. I shuddered when I did it. I must be getting old. My blog posts are about showers, sleep, and stray hairs - which clearly means I'm either old or the mother of a newborn. Or possibly both...

Regardless, I need to get around to writing out Lia's birth story, but I've been too busy pining for sleep and trying to keep my family running.

The birth story itself is short. Eight minutes to be exact. The build-up is slow and painful (and whiny) and several days worth of reading. The way she's changed our lives over the past 18 days is pretty unreal (and amazing) and worth several future blogs.

For now, I'm going to attempt to get a bulk of 3/18 down 'on paper.' Doing that between middle-of-the-night feedings while typing one-fingered, I just might get the story told before she turns one. Here goes nothing...