As you've all guessed by now, baby is here. Either that or I died. Luckily, it's the former.
Thomas George was born right on his due date, June 1st 2015. He was 8lb. 8oz. of hard to get out, but oh so worth it. I'll be writing out his birth story soon. It's a good one, which starts with a plateful of jalapeno poppers and ends with a big red-headed baby boy in my arms.
As the silence on the site implies, adjusting to life as a mother of three has been crazy. The best kind of crazy (and occasionally the worst). But we're all surviving, and totally in love.
Welcome to the world, little one.