And then there were Seven

For 48 hours I had the worst PMS ever.  I was mean alternating with uncontrollable sobbing.  It could mean only two things, either my husband needed to acknowledge that he had married a lunatic and put me in a padded room for the sake of humanity, or I was about to go into labor.  Yay for me that it was labor, because that asylum thing was becoming a viable option to him.  I could tell.

I have a post to write on the things I always forget between having babies, but not today.  Today I'm going to snuggle with my little sweetheart and sniff the baby head.  The Computer Guy was a champ last night, and again today when he herded the 6 big kids up to the hospital to meet their new sister. 

When labor got to the worst part that I felt (God bless the epidural man), all I wanted was his hand to hold.  At one point I couldn't see him because the monitor got moved around and blocked my view and I panicked.  When everything seems bad and my body screams as it tries to turn itself inside out, he is the rock I cling to.  It just reminded me of why I love this man and am so proud to be the mother of his 7 children.

To my sweet husband - I love you more today than I ever would have thought possible. (and it's not just the hormones talking)

To my patient readers who have listened to me grouse about late pregnancy, early pregnancy and the miseries of baby naming, here's our sweet #7:

Because so many of you chimed in on the great baby name debate, I'll post her name until tomorrow morning, after that she's our sweet baby #7.

Here's the vitals:
Weight: 6 lbs 10 oz
Height: 20 inches
Name:  Sorry, you missed it


Your prayer intentions were a great focus during labor, and it was an honor to pray for you all.

God bless,
me