Oh, right, I'm at HOME. Glorious home.
Diddlydoo was born on Thursday. Ten fingers and toes. A veritable Junior clone. Thanks to all your good wishes the C-section felt more like a pleasant tickle than the body fuck it was.
Well, something like that anyway.
I really wish this blog wasn't anonymous because the photo the nurse took of Chuck, Diddlydoo and me behind the blue operating drape is a doozy. Chuck is beaming. Diddlydoo is a wrinkled mess, and I look like a muppet-head. But she was right: It's a moment I won't soon forget.
As soon as I get my bearings with this whole two kids arrangement, I'll write more.
So, like, 2022?
Hope you all had a fabulous New Year's!
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