It's funny how when you have a big event, suddenly the day of the week on which that event happens becomes prominent. My days may all blur together, I may find myself asking "what day is it again?", but I know when it's Wednesday for now.
Sam was born on a Wednesday.
Eight weeks ago today.
Wow, it's been eight weeks!!
Coincidentally at this moment eight weeks ago I was waiting, and waiting, and waiting.....
Thank goodness for the distraction of that glorious place called Facebook.
(and for better hair)
I was trying to convince myself that it was ok that this was now my longest induction ever. That it was ok that every. single. person. had told me that they were sure baby would just fall right out after a little jump start since this was number eight. I took comfort in telling myself that if this baby needed to go slow and take all day to make it through birth and be able to tolerate labor, then he could take all day. Whatever he needed. I could wait.
And boy, was he worth the wait.
Happy 8 weeks my little number 8.