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Today is the day I hoped you would be born, Friday the 13th, 9/13/13. I would be 39 weeks, one week shy of my due date, and we'd have a planned c-section. We talked our way around the idea of having your birth on such an in auspicious day by deciding we would make every Friday the 13th a celebration of a most lucky day. But July 30th turned out to be luckier! Who knew our little September girl would be a July baby? You're already over six weeks old and over six-and-a-half pounds (big enough that it's hard to imagine fitting you back inside me!). You're on the verge of smiling. You make lots of noises: grunting, squeaking, sleepy coos and ooh and ahhs, rarely crying but making determined squawks to get our attention.
Your eyes look blue. Of course, that could change. But we're hoping you have the eyes of your Dad, your Grandma Shirley, and your aunts and uncles.
Your dad is so charmed by you he wrote me a text midday yesterday that read, "Isn't our baby rad?" Indeed. And so are your big sisters.
We're so glad you're here (already).