E was born Sunday morning, which meant that we headed home from the hospital on Tuesday afternoon.  I thought it was going to feel weirder than it did, but I think because every part of this process has seemed surreal, this wasn't any different.  I still don't think it ever set in that I was pregnant, I'm just continuing that denial now that E is here.  I swear sometimes I look down at this little baby in my arms and just think "WHO GAVE ME A BABY!?"