I feel that euphoria one only gets from having a new baby in the family. My arms are just aching to hold him.
That doesn't mean I'm not busy, though. I have to clean the house, pack for the weekend and buy some presents. And my grandmother just called to make sure we'd pick her up when we go to visit. She's already gone to see him, but she's wasting no time piggybacking on whomever hasn't. Can't say I blame her, though. It's her first great-grandson.
I have to say that for being only 5 minutes old, he's remarkably unslimey.