All is Well and I am Skinny!

Well, not quite.

But I can see my toes and that is an improvement.

Baby boy number four (Little E) was born on Tuesday morning (I didn't get to vote boo-hoo). He was a whopping 8 lbs. Considering my smallest was just over 5 lbs and next largest was just barely 7 lbs, he seems like a toddler to me.

He was born at home and except for the fact that I could tell he was huge and was convinced I was going to die, all went well. I was a bit crankier than normal during labor (you'd have to ask Dave to define "a bit") and didn't trust myself to stay calm during pushing so the kids did not watch this time. But they were engrossed in their second movie of the morning, which, in our house, is rarer than watching a sibling being born, so they were just fine.

Toots' reaction to another brother was priceless. She was instantly in love with him and told us over and over again how much she loves boy babies. Asker was actually more disappointed that it was not a girl than Toots was. It just makes me love her even more. Of course, she is on her little mommy kick and I've already caught her trying to take him out of the bassinet.

I feel wonderful and am hoping to be able to start blogging again regularly. I went through a pretty blah stage towards the end of my (never-ending) pregnancy. But I miss you all and can't wait to catch up on all your interesting lives. Except I already marked all my unread posts as read. That's much easier.