to beat that little baby ticker widget by twelve (12!) days, and still manage to produce a baby who at 7 lb 8 oz exceeded the doctor's weight guesstimate by a pound;
to have a newborn who doesn't pee vertically at every diaper change;
to have all this pink in the laundry!
and she's beautiful,
and I'm lost in the wonder of it all.
(But don't worry, I'm sure I'll be back later to bore you all with the details. The birth story compulsion, you know.)