I have another baby

Wow. We did it. He's here. For some strange reason the arrival of my second son reminded me of a French poster I saw some time ago. The translation of the poster was: "From the vine to your table" and it was speaking about wine if I remember correctly. My twist on this: "From my tummy to my arms." Don't worry, not planning on any funny stuff around here.

My birth story...or a reasonable facsimile:

I should really start this on Thursday. That was my last scheduled day to work. I didn't have my car after the brake fiasco on Wednesday. I got a ride to work with my friend Jeff and a ride home with one of the supervisors in my department. Jeff and another guy in my department were riding home together and live in the same city as the guy who was repairing my brakes. He told me that if I needed a ride to get my car to let them know, that they would be leaving at 4:30. I rode with them to pick up my car. While I was gone, my sister came to pick up Enzo for the weekend. After I got home, Julian came out and helped me put the infant seat back in the car. I came in, did a bit of cleaning, a lot of lounging, and headed to bed. Before I went to bed, I set the alarm for 5:45 so I could get up and have a quick breakfast since it would be the last thing I could eat before my surgery. Julian told me not to wake him up at 6 but to wait until at least 8.

I didn't sleep very well Thursday night. I was nervous/excited/missing Enzo. I was already awake when the alarm sounded. I got up and headed to the bathroom. In the process of getting up I realised that my bed was wet and that I was wet.