Ugh, I have been on FB too much lately. I sorta hate it. I know I promised my LJ peeps updates, and it sorta didn't happen. Brian has been entirely converted to the dark side, too.
The most important thing is that Max was born on December 30th at 7:26 pm. He was 8 lbs 11 oz and 22 inches long at birth -- big guy! He still hasn't lost too much weight -- he was 8 lbs 6 oz at a weigh-in on Monday. He is very healthy and an extremely good baby. Max is already regulating his sleeping schedule so that it makes sense to non-fetal humans. He is also just pwecious.
My recovery is hard because I did end up having to have a C-section. My uncle attempted to induce me for 2 days, which wore Max out too much. (Imagine you were living in a tiny apartment whose walls were bashing you for two days. You'd be tired, too. Hell, I was tired and all I had to do was lay there.) Bert was worried about the amount of oxygen Max was getting, so we went ahead with the C-section. I advise against it if at all possible. I feel like I was chopped in half most days.
All worth it, of course. When I heard Max cry, and saw the look in Brian's eyes as he looked at Max, I grew a whole extra heart just for them.