So surprise! I did not stay pregnant forever. Our little girl, Ursula Joy, was born after a little medical prompting on Monday, April 27 at 1:15 p.m., 16 days after her due date. She's named after my late Oma (German for Grandma) and we call her Ulla for short, pronounced oo-la. The fact that she's a girl remains the biggest shock of my life.
I began working on her birth story the week we brought her home but haven't gotten back to it since. I thought it would be one of those things that would be a quick-write but I couldn't have been more wrong. So that's back-burnered and I will eventually get around to finishing it in all of its TMI glory.
What I can tell you now is that being a mom is absolutely everything I thought it would be. It's deliciously exhausting and I spend the majority of my day with her on my chest. I've heard too often that this time passes too quickly, so I'm savoring every second. To-do's can be done later. And showers? That's what dry shampoo is for. And that little peri-bottle they give you at the hospital... It does the job.
Watching my big, bearded husband- the guy that swore up and down before she was born that he'd NEVER baby talk- speak in the highest, baby-talkiest voice continues to melt my heart. We're so in love with her.
In the event you're not on Instagram, Ulla has officially replaced Carl as my photo subject. Here are a few of my favorites over the past 6 weeks.