Baby Techie...

He's here! I can't believe it. I'm actually a mom. Huh.

It's a running joke among my gay friends that I'm actually one of them, except of course the fact that I have ovaries. So to be tagged for life to be one of the greatest professionals in the world -- a mother -- is just so gadamn unbelievable.

What can I say? My baby's a he, no doubt about it, he's got himself a big willie (take care of that my son! It can get you in a whole lot of trouble someday), and hands down the most gorgeous, exquisite creature I've ever seen. I might just be acting like a stage mom about this, but after 14 hours of excruciating labor (with self-inflicted pain to forget about the contractions) I can say anything I want about my son -- whether he looks like the next Brad Pitt or Jose of Eat Bulaga.

But he's perfect, isn't he?

This is a whole new adventure and it's scaring me to death.

But boy I can't wait to get it on.