I'm seeing you with me, and baby makes three

Was listening to Sting in the car today and couldn't resist.

Thanks to all for your kind, supportive comments. It's a lot to put such personal stuff in such a public forum as a blog, and you guys rose to the occasion.

I had my first day with Boo alone since I got out of the hospital Saturday. While I experienced, as my shrink called it, some mood lability, we had a good day overall, complete with a Target run and a nice midmorning nap. The secret is getting the hell out of the house every day -- by afternoon I was getting a bit depressed being in all day. Boo's birth certificate is ready, so I think I will pick that up this week -- makes a nice little errand.

My mom took a picture of me, M and Boo when he was one-and-a-half-hours old. I bought a frame at Tar-gay for it, and now I can remember the moment of his birth every time I look at it. Like I ever could forget.