Sorry about the silence. I was off having a baby.
His first name is Cormac, which is an homage to a certain writer who grew up in a certain city that the Hub and I lived in for a spell. (If you get a chance, check out the over of this week's NYT book review, which features the work of another of my faves. Once I get it together, I may have to order a print.) There's more about the name and about kismet, but I feel a nap is in my immediate future, so I'll save that.
All it took to start the labor rolling was breaking my water with the big crochet hook. Less than 8 hours later, we were done ... with that part at least. All things considered, it went quite well.
We can't tell if he's flashing a peace sign or tellling the Brits to sod off.
We have a picture of big sis looking exactly like this.
And speaking of...
So far, she approves.
Oh, and the hair and makeup support team hadn't been by yet, so forgive the hair and general pallor.
There is plenty more to tell and show, but it will all have to dribble out as time permits. In short, we are home again and in the settling out portion of the cruise. Mentally, I'm partly cloudy with a 60 percent chance of bursting into tears, but it isn't, like, crazy tears. Just a little weepier than usual and pleased as punch for him to be here. The whole newborn thing is easier this go-round so far. I could still use about 4 times more sleep, but it will happen. I hope.