It's a girl! (Good thing or she'd need an ENTIRELY new wardrobe.)

My precious niece was born today. Best. Day. Ever. I am exhausted and overwhelmed, so this will be short and sweet. (Gee you'd think I had the baby, or something. I'm such a wimp.)Mama and Baby are fine and healthy. Jeremy, however, could probably use a good raspberry Bellini. (The boy is not much of a drinker, and that's a good thing.) No, actually he did really good too. I always thought babies came out looking like aliens... or raisins. BUT, I was determined to oooh and aaaah, no matter what she looked like. But I didn't have to. Iley is beautiful! I could oooh and aaah from the depths of my heart. (Good thing, because Jeremy and I have a gift for always knowing when the other is lying.)

Tomorrow I get to hold her. I approach this with no little amount of trepidation (def: noun "a state of hesitation or concern" Now, put the dictionary back and keep reading). I like kids, I really do. A few in my life I have even loved (not the bratty ones). But I emit that special signal that only babies hear, the one that makes them wail. You know, like the whistle that only dogs can hear. I have the gift for turning an adorable, cooing, burbling infant into something resembling an ambulance siren. And the moms always look at me like, "What did you do to my child?" Can I help it if I wasn't born with the mommy gene? (Not to be confused with 'Mom Jeans'. You know, the ones the make your butt look 10 miles wide. I did have those in the 90's, but I don't think they'd help me with babies.)
Well, we'll see how it goes tomorrow.

I'm going to bed now before this post gets any weirder. And dream of 'Mom Jeans'. (oops! Too late!)