the beatles were wrong -- happiness is a warm babe

i want to tell the story, and i'm not on much anymore so i'd better do it now before i take the baby and go to bed.

i started having contractions on monday at 2:30 pm. i was on the phone with my mom and i just felt icky. i told her so, and i described it, and she told me this might be it. i didn't dare hope; i felt like i'd been waiting for this forever. but i called the data center and left a message that when mark got to work -- he'd only left home a little while before -- he was to call me. and when he called i told him that it might be soon. i didn't want him to come home yet, just be warned that it might be soon. he came home.

we didn't go to the hospital until 9ish. and we both stopped at the computer on the way out the door. i updated my site and posted to a message board; mark fixed webmail on his server real quick. we are both such geeks. of course, i wasn't in much pain yet, and we also stopped a few places on the way. dropped anna's toy kitty off at mark's mom, ate some wendy's against medical advice.

labour sucked. i don't remember much of it. i remember filling out forms between the first contractions, and that damn nurse who kept telling me they were over and to sign here. i remember walking laps on the maternity floor with mark. i remember all of the different positions we tried, and i remember asking for lots of drugs when none of them worked. and none of them worked.

but, to be honest, it wasn't something i couldn't do again. i remember telling lots of jokes that no one got because i was on lots of drugs. and i thought i must be a lot more on top of things than they were. and he was worth it.

at 3:39 pm on tuesday, seamus was born by c-section. he was almost nine pounds and 21 inches. my baby.

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