Two of my friends just had babies. I find myself feeling strangely jealous. Not of the work ahead of them; the midnight feedings, the HOURLY breastfeeding (well, it feels like it, doesn't it?), the "unreasonable" crying, the "getting your body back to normal (ha!)," the desperate rocking and swaying, or the interminable process of getting them to sleep, but of the amazing, amazing experience of having a baby. The amazing experience of meeting your new child for the first time. The amazing experience of getting acquainted with his new little nose, his new little toes, his new little everything. I just loved it. I will forever, from now until the day I die, feel a twinge of jealousy, an ache of envy whenever someone has a new baby. Here are some pictures of my sweet ones, hours or days after their births.