Sorry I haven't had energy to write up the birth story or anything else yet. All is still well, though breastfeeding has its ups and downs, and I'm still in a somewhat pain-medicated haze, so not terribly coherent. Vicodin is lovely, but makes me woozy. If I owe you phone calls, I should be more up for that in a day or two.
We're going home today, or rather, back to Daniel and Anne's -- our movers are coming on Tuesday, and we'll move into the rental house then. I can't wait to have my stuff back. Two months without it, especially when we hadn't expected to not have it, has been a huge nuisance.