This is a blog, which is supposed to be more than just passing Facebook-esque photos and one-liners. However, there is no need to go into graphic detail, either. Here is a review of September 28th and 29th of last year for posterity:
I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday morning, the 28th. I was a week and a half past my due date. The doctor said I had progressed nicely, and tried some things to get labor moving even more. She also threatened the baby with an "induction" date for Thursday afternoon, where they would do things like break my water and other smaller induction measures. She had the baby good and scared, because I finally had some contractions on and off that afternoon. I wasn't officially in labor, so we headed to the mall when Jason got off work. I had some Children's Place bucks to redeem, and I was craving an Auntie Anne's lemonade mixer. We ate Chinese at the food court, and by the time we left the mall, my contractions were 5 minutes apart. I was still not convinced I was in labor, but we sent the kids to the grandparents anyway.
I sat on my Pilates ball timing contractions on our iPod Touch and watching the Saturday Night Live 2009 Sports Special on Netflix. By 10 p.m., the contractions were 2 minutes apart and over a minute in duration, so I knocked on the bathroom door and told Jason we needed to head to the hospital. By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was a "5-6" (that's good). The hospital staff spent the next couple of hours messing around with epidurals and breaking my water and other things that really didn't seem to effect the progress of things one way or the other, but apparently they were good for something, because I took a nap from midnight to 2 a.m., and woke up and had a baby at 2:55 a.m.:
She's a girl! To this day, we can't really say she looks "exactly" like anyone in our families. Her newborn pictures look a lot like Jason's hospital picture, though. It was very surreal to see a girl baby after the two boys. It still is a little surreal, but she is making her own mark on our world these days as the little diva of the house.
She looked so tiny to us. We guessed she must weigh maybe 8 lbs 7 oz, and then we saw this when the nurse stepped away from the scale!
Holding her for the second time (they lay the baby on you so you can admire the baby in her gookiness as she screams at you, and then you get the baby swaddled and handed back for a feeding shortly thereafter).
Daddy and daughter. She could do no wrong by him for those first few weeks. She would scream in his face in the evenings, and he would coo back: "It's okay. You're perrrrrfect." Now that she is 3 months old, he tells her she is turning his hair gray, calls her names like "gremlin", and tries to find errands to run with the boys during particularly rough evenings. 
He is just ready for her to not be a baby anymore so he can revel in her giggles and little girl hugs.
We told the family to arrive at 8 a.m. for the big announcement. For a video, go to Little_Red_Hen's site under her videos. He announced her weight, length, and time of birth, asked if he'd left anything out, and then remarked, "Oh, yeah, and it's a girl." This made both grandmas especially pleased, as Jason's mom had been waiting for a baby girl for a few decades now, and my mom was hoping her family middle name would make it to the 6th or 7th generation.
More first day pictures:
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