the house is dark and quiet
I've started working on my birth story. Considering that I can ramble on about nothing at all, putting on paper the most momentous 108 hours of my life to date could turn into quite a saga. Luckily, I waited two months and most of it is a fog. I've mentioned that I barely slept for 4 days, right? My midwives still haven't sent me their notes, which I used as an excuse for the past month or so (the first month I couldn't sit down), but I figure it's time to get it all down before I forget anything else. Right now, it's 3 pages covering the first 36 hours.
I spend the rest of my sleeping-Peter hours hunting down the world's perfect diaper.
I spend the rest of my sleeping-Peter hours hunting down the world's perfect diaper.