That is a baby in 1976. Not me though.

BIRTH!

I’m alive.  It’s extremely exciting.  Confusing, and I’m constantly hungry.  Feel a little weird about the breast feeding, but unsure of what weird is just yet, so whatever.  And I keep pooing on myself.  Gross, but again, don’t know what gross is.

And here is a picture of what I’m blogging on: