On September 19 at 8 AM, I delivered a 6-pound, 15-ounce baby girl: Julia Minerva
She is perfect. The delivery was a success (a long, arduous success). And we are so, so happy.
Happy and baffled, I think. I keep trying to find the word to describe how I feel about her. It is like love. Only much more primal, more profound.
And I still can't believe it's a girl. She had everybody fooled. But she was a girl the whole time.
She came a week before her due date or, as I like to call it, right on time. I can't imagine having had to wait another week to meet my Julia.