Baby Lucy Goose

So, my darling little Lucers came today. After 38 hours of labor, three fights with the vacuum, and an emergency c-section, the little girl decided that the outside world might not be so bad after all. I held her today, and I kept staring at her and back at Laura's stomach. I don't get it. I can't make the connection between that wiggly lump inside Laura that we painted for Easter and this also very wiggly little creature in my arms. I just can't picture her back in there.

Babies are also very wet looking. Her eyes looked like the baby alien's eyes that Will Smith delivered in Men in Black. Babies are hot. They are very hot, actually; not sexy hot, temperature hot. I kept having to switch arms because she was making my forearms sweat. Do forearms even sweat? Perhaps not, but mine felt very clammy.

Anyway, I like her a lot, and I think I will take a fun board game to the hospital tomorrow to play with the Laura. She is very bored, and needs to kick someone's ass in Scrabble very badly. Scatergories might work, too.

Ivan wanted to be mentioned, so here it is:

Ivan looked cute while holding Lucy today. He also gave me part of his gigantic steak when I ate all of my tiny, but delicious, steak and was still hungry. He told me I was too smart for my own good when I figured out the entire plot of The Illusionist very early on. He has decided to scrape up the money to come to Cedar Point with me and my very awesome friends Saturday. In conclusion, I rather like him. I denied him popcorn after he gobbled down a can of ravioli. I feel bad, and he got very cranky. *sigh* I guess I should let him have it, even though I hold firm that he is not hungry, but simply has the midnight munchies.

Thanks, loyal readers...*sigh*...reader (Erin). I love you bunches.