Give him to me!

When I was pregnant, I remember feeling like Vash would never come. I had been so sick and so bored for SO LONG, that I never went through that almost-a-new-mom-nervous-can-we-put-a-hold-on-this?-because-i'm-still-enjoying-work-and-school thing. I was sitting around day after day and week after week, month after month,just puking and laying and crying my way through life. I was home alone most of the time and I felt like I was accomplishing nothing. I wasn't going to school or work. The most I did was dance a little in my first trimester because my doctor thought doing something physical might help with the morning sickness, make a wedding picture scrap book, and organize a yard sale to make some room for baby. Not a whole lot in 9 whole months. But I was growing a baby. And I suppose that is a lot of something in a way. Anyhow, my due date came and went and still NO BABY. We couldn't take it any longer and we made an appointment to be induced. And isn't the luck? As soon as you make an appointment to see the doctor, you feel better. Yep. My water broke the night before I went in to be induced. So Vash entered the world. Glorious and BIG and crying and healthy. We took him home. We loved him up. We kept his bassinet in whatever room we were in. But Craig would look at me and ask, "Do you want to let him sleep in the bassinet? Or do you want to hold him?" ARE YOU KIDDING? I wanted that baby SO BADLY. You can guess my answer was always, "I want to hold him".