Right after Mini Me was born, I had a "moment" and just KNEW what her name was. I can't explain it, but I just KNEW it. And, it happened to be a name that I didn't like very much until I laid my eyes on her. Then I was in love, with her and the name.
This time, I didn't have that immediate "moment". I wanted to get to know the baby for a little bit. But, hubby was impatient. Something about not naming her was driving him nuts. At one point, before he went to pick up Mini Me to bring her to visit, he said he wasn't leaving until she had a name.
So, after much debate, we decided on a name. It was a fine name, a beautiful name, in fact. A name that we had considered for Mini Me. Although, some would argue that it was a little too "matchy" with Mini Me's name. We knew we'd get tons of comments about it, but we decided we didn't care. We loved the name.
I went ahead and announced the name on Facebook, on messageboards, called family to tell them.... But, we didn't fill out the birth certificate paperwork. Good thing...
When Papa Bear came to the hospital this morning, he informed me that he had "had a 'moment'" and believed we picked the wrong name. He said that he KNEW that her name was a name that he hadn't liked. He said he was sure.
So...with that, I trust his "moment" just like he trusted mine 2.5 years ago. So, we re-announced her name to the world, and filled out the birth certificate paperwork. She is officially named. For real this time.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
All by myself....
::cue Celine Dion music::
We had decided long ago that hubby would not stay at the hopsital with me this time. We thought it would be important for him to be at home with Mini Me and for at least one of us to get some rest.
So, last night, I spend the night alone in the hospital with the baby.
Here's the first day recap:
I was moved from the L&D room to the PP room around 3:30am (Actually, that's just a guess) They took the baby to the nursery to wash her up and get her warmed and dressed. I got settled in tried to get some rest while I waited. I really couldn't sleep...I was just waiting for my baby. Finally, when hubby got back, I sent him to the nursery to get her. I just couldn't wait any more. They had kept her for a bit because she was spitting up a bit and wanted to monitor her a little.
After that, she came to the room and was very content. She has had a couple of good feedings, some wet and poppy diapers and is looking more and more like her big sister every minute.
Her bloodwork has all been fine and her vitals are good.
Here were the stats, just for recap:
Born on 9/29/09 at 2:29am
7 pounds, 4 ounces.
20 inches long
Hubby was in and out during the day. The poor man made 4 trips between home and the hosptial. I feel bad that he didn't get to spend every minute with us, but he was being a good dad, ensuring that our older daughter felt safe and happy. So, last night, he went home and I was alone with the baby.
She stayed with me until around 10:30pm. She was a little fussy (I think she was hungry, but we was rather mucusy and couldn't really eat well). So, they took her to the nursery to monitor her so that I could get some sleep. (At that point, I had been awake for 41.5 hours. Really, I wasn't going to be a martyr. If they were going to watch her so I could rest...woo hoo!)
Not that sleeping in the hospital is so restful. There are all the vital signs checks and stuff that go on during the night. Then, they brought her to me around 2am to eat. I got to celebrate her 1 day birthday with her. :-)
At 3:30am, I took her back to the nursery and went back to sleep. They brought her back at 6am and we are now just waiting for breakfast and for hubby to come back.
We had decided long ago that hubby would not stay at the hopsital with me this time. We thought it would be important for him to be at home with Mini Me and for at least one of us to get some rest.
So, last night, I spend the night alone in the hospital with the baby.
Here's the first day recap:
I was moved from the L&D room to the PP room around 3:30am (Actually, that's just a guess) They took the baby to the nursery to wash her up and get her warmed and dressed. I got settled in tried to get some rest while I waited. I really couldn't sleep...I was just waiting for my baby. Finally, when hubby got back, I sent him to the nursery to get her. I just couldn't wait any more. They had kept her for a bit because she was spitting up a bit and wanted to monitor her a little.
After that, she came to the room and was very content. She has had a couple of good feedings, some wet and poppy diapers and is looking more and more like her big sister every minute.
Her bloodwork has all been fine and her vitals are good.
Here were the stats, just for recap:
Born on 9/29/09 at 2:29am
7 pounds, 4 ounces.
20 inches long
Hubby was in and out during the day. The poor man made 4 trips between home and the hosptial. I feel bad that he didn't get to spend every minute with us, but he was being a good dad, ensuring that our older daughter felt safe and happy. So, last night, he went home and I was alone with the baby.
She stayed with me until around 10:30pm. She was a little fussy (I think she was hungry, but we was rather mucusy and couldn't really eat well). So, they took her to the nursery to monitor her so that I could get some sleep. (At that point, I had been awake for 41.5 hours. Really, I wasn't going to be a martyr. If they were going to watch her so I could rest...woo hoo!)
Not that sleeping in the hospital is so restful. There are all the vital signs checks and stuff that go on during the night. Then, they brought her to me around 2am to eat. I got to celebrate her 1 day birthday with her. :-)
At 3:30am, I took her back to the nursery and went back to sleep. They brought her back at 6am and we are now just waiting for breakfast and for hubby to come back.
Awwww...
Just spend some time cuddling with my little girl as we "celebrated" her first 24 hours in the world!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The post we've all been waiting for...
"Baby Sister" was born at 2:29 am on 9/29/09.
Here's the story:
Monday night, I was watching the new episode of House after doing some cleaning and baking. I had a couple of contractions that were strong, but nothing that seemed too intense. I went to bed around 9:30. The contractions were fairly strong, but I was able to get a some sleep between them. Around 11pm, I woke up to a strong contractions. I decided to get up and start timing them. Around 11:30pm, the contractions were painful and were about 6 minutes apart. By midnight, they were 5 minutes apart. I called my midwife and she told me to head to the hospital in about an hour.
We started to get ready, but by 12:30am, I was feeling lots of pressure and knew we had to hurry. We left around 1am, and got to the hospital around 1:30am. I was not sure we were going to make it. I wasn't even feeling pain with the contractions, just an intense desire to push and tons of pressure.
We ended up having to just take Mini Me with us. She did great! She was in the room most of the time, up until just before delivery.
When I got to the hospital, my midwife checked me and I was already 8-9 centimeters dilated. All I wanted to do was push with each contraction. I had been laying on my left side, and my midwife suggested changing positions to bring the baby down. That was completely not necessary, because when I moved, just as another contraction hit, her head was right there.
In only about 2 pushes, she was out. My water did not break at all until she was born. The midwife said that's what slowed the delivery! Holy Hell! Can you imagine how fast she would have been born if my water broke???
So, I ended up not using any of the coping methods I had planned, because there just wasn't time! I did succeed in having an unmedicated birth, and I feel great!
I am exhausted, but physically feeling much better than I did after giving birth to Mini Me. I have a small tear, but nothing like last time.
Pictures coming soon.
Here's the story:
Monday night, I was watching the new episode of House after doing some cleaning and baking. I had a couple of contractions that were strong, but nothing that seemed too intense. I went to bed around 9:30. The contractions were fairly strong, but I was able to get a some sleep between them. Around 11pm, I woke up to a strong contractions. I decided to get up and start timing them. Around 11:30pm, the contractions were painful and were about 6 minutes apart. By midnight, they were 5 minutes apart. I called my midwife and she told me to head to the hospital in about an hour.
We started to get ready, but by 12:30am, I was feeling lots of pressure and knew we had to hurry. We left around 1am, and got to the hospital around 1:30am. I was not sure we were going to make it. I wasn't even feeling pain with the contractions, just an intense desire to push and tons of pressure.
We ended up having to just take Mini Me with us. She did great! She was in the room most of the time, up until just before delivery.
When I got to the hospital, my midwife checked me and I was already 8-9 centimeters dilated. All I wanted to do was push with each contraction. I had been laying on my left side, and my midwife suggested changing positions to bring the baby down. That was completely not necessary, because when I moved, just as another contraction hit, her head was right there.
In only about 2 pushes, she was out. My water did not break at all until she was born. The midwife said that's what slowed the delivery! Holy Hell! Can you imagine how fast she would have been born if my water broke???
So, I ended up not using any of the coping methods I had planned, because there just wasn't time! I did succeed in having an unmedicated birth, and I feel great!
I am exhausted, but physically feeling much better than I did after giving birth to Mini Me. I have a small tear, but nothing like last time.
Pictures coming soon.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Appointment Updates
Yes, I had another appointment. Stupid, since I was JUST there on Friday, but I had never met one of the midwives due to just scheduling conflicts. So, I figured that I really should try to meet her once, in case she was on-call when I go into labor. So.....
Here's the scoop:
Of course, my weight was the same. Really, how much weight did you think I'd gain in 72 hours??
My next appointment is scheduled for 10/5, and I have an Non-Stress Test, Ultrasound and appointment scheduled for 10/9 should baby decide to stay put. I am INSISTING that I not have to go to ANY of those appointments.
I also have to say that I am very proud of myself. Generally, my midwives do not to internals. The idea is that it increases the risk of infection, and in reality, gives you very little valuable information. It's possible to walk around a few centimeters dialated for weeks. It really isnt' a good predictor of labor. So, generally, they avoid them. However, at 40 weeks, they do offer them if you want.
Part of me was dying to rip off my pants and hop up on the table. Really, the contractions the other night had to have done something, right? (did I tell you about those? The ones that were 10 minutes apart for 3 hours, and painful enough for me to have to focus through that just vanished as I was about to start making phone calls alerting people to the impending birth?)
However, here's what I saw as the potential outcomes:
1. She would tell me that I was 'x' centimeters dilated and I would spend the next however many hours/days convinved that I was going to go into active labor at any second and would completely drive myself and everyone I talked to crazy, becoming more and more anxious with each little twinge.
2. She would tell me that I was not dilated, and I would be disappointed and convinced that I was not going into labor on my own and that I was going to be pregnant until 10/16 when I'd be induced.
Either way, I didn't think the outcome would be good for my mental health....so I declined.
Now, if I end up at my regular appointment next Monday...can't say I'll make the same decision.
PLEASE send labor dust my way ASAP!
Here's the scoop:
Of course, my weight was the same. Really, how much weight did you think I'd gain in 72 hours??
My next appointment is scheduled for 10/5, and I have an Non-Stress Test, Ultrasound and appointment scheduled for 10/9 should baby decide to stay put. I am INSISTING that I not have to go to ANY of those appointments.
I also have to say that I am very proud of myself. Generally, my midwives do not to internals. The idea is that it increases the risk of infection, and in reality, gives you very little valuable information. It's possible to walk around a few centimeters dialated for weeks. It really isnt' a good predictor of labor. So, generally, they avoid them. However, at 40 weeks, they do offer them if you want.
Part of me was dying to rip off my pants and hop up on the table. Really, the contractions the other night had to have done something, right? (did I tell you about those? The ones that were 10 minutes apart for 3 hours, and painful enough for me to have to focus through that just vanished as I was about to start making phone calls alerting people to the impending birth?)
However, here's what I saw as the potential outcomes:
1. She would tell me that I was 'x' centimeters dilated and I would spend the next however many hours/days convinved that I was going to go into active labor at any second and would completely drive myself and everyone I talked to crazy, becoming more and more anxious with each little twinge.
2. She would tell me that I was not dilated, and I would be disappointed and convinced that I was not going into labor on my own and that I was going to be pregnant until 10/16 when I'd be induced.
Either way, I didn't think the outcome would be good for my mental health....so I declined.
Now, if I end up at my regular appointment next Monday...can't say I'll make the same decision.
PLEASE send labor dust my way ASAP!
Friday, September 25, 2009
39 week update
Had my 39 week appointment today.
BP: 112/60 (I am one relaxed mama!)
Weight: 182
Baby's heartbeat was OK. Baby girl has been very quiet yesterday and today. So much so that I'm actually doing kick counts to ensure that she is moving enough. Could she be resting up for her big entry?? Stay tuned.
Also, just an update from yesterday. I met with my doula again as well as another doula who will be assisting/providing back up. She had her son using hypnobirthing and just seems like a really fun person. She is also a lactation consultant, which will be awesome, since I have 2 postpartum meetings with them.
I am feeling really good. All of the pain and discomfort I was feeling a few weeks ago has vanished-aside from a very itchy belly (skin is only meant to stretch so much, ya know?--of course I would get stretch marks the LAST WEEK of my pregnancy. Seriously....)
We have some fun plans with Mini Me this weekend, but come Sunday afternoon, all bets are off. I amhoping praying to be holding this little girl in my arms come Monday. Not sure why, but Sunday/Monday is feeling like "it". But, then again....she's probably inherited the "stubborn" gene from, well, let's face it, both her parents.
My midwife did warn me today that should I not be in labor before then, they will be doing an ultrasound and NST on Oct. 9th to decide how/when to proceed with the baby's eviction. So, everyone, please say a little prayer that it does not get that far. Please. Thank You.
BP: 112/60 (I am one relaxed mama!)
Weight: 182
Baby's heartbeat was OK. Baby girl has been very quiet yesterday and today. So much so that I'm actually doing kick counts to ensure that she is moving enough. Could she be resting up for her big entry?? Stay tuned.
Also, just an update from yesterday. I met with my doula again as well as another doula who will be assisting/providing back up. She had her son using hypnobirthing and just seems like a really fun person. She is also a lactation consultant, which will be awesome, since I have 2 postpartum meetings with them.
I am feeling really good. All of the pain and discomfort I was feeling a few weeks ago has vanished-aside from a very itchy belly (skin is only meant to stretch so much, ya know?--of course I would get stretch marks the LAST WEEK of my pregnancy. Seriously....)
We have some fun plans with Mini Me this weekend, but come Sunday afternoon, all bets are off. I am
My midwife did warn me today that should I not be in labor before then, they will be doing an ultrasound and NST on Oct. 9th to decide how/when to proceed with the baby's eviction. So, everyone, please say a little prayer that it does not get that far. Please. Thank You.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
39 weeks
OK, so, here we are. 39 Weeks.
Besides the middle of the night contractions that just cause lost sleep, but aren't actually kicking the child out of my uterus, not much is going on.
I've actually been feeling more comfortable these days (with the exception of the crazy heartburn all hours of the day and night).
I'm meeting with my doula and a back-up/additional doula later this morning, so will update with more on that and pictures!
Besides the middle of the night contractions that just cause lost sleep, but aren't actually kicking the child out of my uterus, not much is going on.
I've actually been feeling more comfortable these days (with the exception of the crazy heartburn all hours of the day and night).
I'm meeting with my doula and a back-up/additional doula later this morning, so will update with more on that and pictures!
Monday, September 21, 2009
I'm on strike
I've decided to no longer shave my legs or clean the house. I figure that is the best way to coax this kid out. She will most certainly decide to come at the most inopportune time, when the house is dirty and disorganized and I am a hot mess.
Hubby and I are still predicting 9/27-28th. So, we'll see. Fun new poll---->
Hubby and I are still predicting 9/27-28th. So, we'll see. Fun new poll---->
Another Day, Another Hat
So, I finally got to work on another hat. This time a much smaller version of the Christmas Tree. It's almost done. Now to figure out what my next project will be: Pumpkin hat or baby leg warmers? Or, a snowman hat...or....
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The most boring appointment in history
38 weeks.
BP fine.
No weight gain. (really????)
HB fine.
Head down.
Wait some more....
BP fine.
No weight gain. (really????)
HB fine.
Head down.
Wait some more....
*My XL shirt that barely covers the belly, and if not for the full paneled jeans, would be exposed.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Cankles
I am the proud owner of cankles.... ::sigh::
Thanks, hubby for pointing that out last night, 'cause I wasn't quite feeling huge enough, having outgrown XL maternity clothes.
Thanks, hubby for pointing that out last night, 'cause I wasn't quite feeling huge enough, having outgrown XL maternity clothes.
I lied
No belly pic from last week. I just couldn't get it together to take it. Why? Because I'm having a meltdown because I've outgrown my XL maternity clothes. Yeah....that's right. XL baby...and my belly still hangs out.
::Deep breath::
::Deep breath::
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Ups and Downs
So, the past few days have been filled with some ups and downs.
Shortly after my last post, I got some other not so awesome news. I got an e-mail from our doula saying that she has some family situation that is going to require a lot of her time over the next month or two. She mentioned finding a back up, which is OK. But, we really like her and felt comfortable with her being present for the birth. I'm still waiting to hear back from her about setting up a meeting with this other potential person. So, it's not a huge deal since having her (or anyone) there isn't necessary, but just another little bummer when I'm already feeling a bit stressed about our little journey towards medical interventions that I really don't want.
But, on that note, my resolve to have a natural birth seriously came crashing down this weekend. Friday night, I was woken up with a fairly painful contraction followed by several hours spent in the bathroom sick as a dog while experiencing lower back pain and cramps/contractions. At that moment I only hoped that it was the beginning of labor, because I wasn't really thrilled with feeling that horrible for no apparent reason. I'm sorry to report that while the back pain and crampiness have continued...I am still very much pregnant and not in active labor.
Remember that whole lull in movement? Yeah, that's over. Baby Girl was rockin' in the free world yesterday, amist all the discomfort. And, apparently during the night she discovered that one of my arteries makes a good pillow. I woke up with a headache and took some tylenol which did nothing. I got up again...and instantly felt better. Weird. I got back in bed, and before I could even go from sitting to laying down, my head felt like it was going to explode. I stood back up. Headache gone. ::Repeat for an hour:: Finally, I decided to just pace the room for a few hours. Eventually, baby girl woke up and moved around, and instantly, I was able to sit/laydown again. Um...OK.
I did, however, get started on my freezer stash of food yesterday and hope to finish more today. And, now that it has stopped raining, the carseats that arrived on Thursday will be installed.
While I am grateful for still having time to finish up a few random things on my list, I have to admit a twinge of disappointment that this was not *the* weekend. For someone like me who likes to know what to expect and to have all the details planned, waiting to go into labor is the worst torture in the world. While I generally disagree with inductions based on convenience, I am secretly jealous of those who have these nice planned births. I wish Baby Girl would just whisper to me the date she planned on making her arrival. Come on, tell me. I promise I'll keep it a secret...
Shortly after my last post, I got some other not so awesome news. I got an e-mail from our doula saying that she has some family situation that is going to require a lot of her time over the next month or two. She mentioned finding a back up, which is OK. But, we really like her and felt comfortable with her being present for the birth. I'm still waiting to hear back from her about setting up a meeting with this other potential person. So, it's not a huge deal since having her (or anyone) there isn't necessary, but just another little bummer when I'm already feeling a bit stressed about our little journey towards medical interventions that I really don't want.
But, on that note, my resolve to have a natural birth seriously came crashing down this weekend. Friday night, I was woken up with a fairly painful contraction followed by several hours spent in the bathroom sick as a dog while experiencing lower back pain and cramps/contractions. At that moment I only hoped that it was the beginning of labor, because I wasn't really thrilled with feeling that horrible for no apparent reason. I'm sorry to report that while the back pain and crampiness have continued...I am still very much pregnant and not in active labor.
Remember that whole lull in movement? Yeah, that's over. Baby Girl was rockin' in the free world yesterday, amist all the discomfort. And, apparently during the night she discovered that one of my arteries makes a good pillow. I woke up with a headache and took some tylenol which did nothing. I got up again...and instantly felt better. Weird. I got back in bed, and before I could even go from sitting to laying down, my head felt like it was going to explode. I stood back up. Headache gone. ::Repeat for an hour:: Finally, I decided to just pace the room for a few hours. Eventually, baby girl woke up and moved around, and instantly, I was able to sit/laydown again. Um...OK.
I did, however, get started on my freezer stash of food yesterday and hope to finish more today. And, now that it has stopped raining, the carseats that arrived on Thursday will be installed.
While I am grateful for still having time to finish up a few random things on my list, I have to admit a twinge of disappointment that this was not *the* weekend. For someone like me who likes to know what to expect and to have all the details planned, waiting to go into labor is the worst torture in the world. While I generally disagree with inductions based on convenience, I am secretly jealous of those who have these nice planned births. I wish Baby Girl would just whisper to me the date she planned on making her arrival. Come on, tell me. I promise I'll keep it a secret...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
37 Week appointment
So, there's good news, and not so good news.
The good news: Baby Girl is head down, in a great position. Her heartbeat sounded great. My BP is good and my weight is 180. In a little glimmer of hope, when I mentioned that baby girl has had very limited movement yesterday and today (she is responsive to poking and proding and does move occassionally-so no worries that anything is wrong), my midwife commented that sometimes they see babies become inactive in the couple of days before labor begins. Almost like they are resting up for the big day. I like the sound of that, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up.
The not-so-good news: I'm GBS positive this time around. Boo! Really, it's no big deal, and all it means is that I have to have antibiotics during labor to protect the baby. It does throw a wrench into the whole staying at home as long as possible plan, as I now have parameters about when I need to get there in order to receive the antibiotics.
I'm a little disappointed, but oh well. Really, if that's the worst thing that's happened, then I think we're doing just fine.
Picture coming soon.
The good news: Baby Girl is head down, in a great position. Her heartbeat sounded great. My BP is good and my weight is 180. In a little glimmer of hope, when I mentioned that baby girl has had very limited movement yesterday and today (she is responsive to poking and proding and does move occassionally-so no worries that anything is wrong), my midwife commented that sometimes they see babies become inactive in the couple of days before labor begins. Almost like they are resting up for the big day. I like the sound of that, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up.
The not-so-good news: I'm GBS positive this time around. Boo! Really, it's no big deal, and all it means is that I have to have antibiotics during labor to protect the baby. It does throw a wrench into the whole staying at home as long as possible plan, as I now have parameters about when I need to get there in order to receive the antibiotics.
I'm a little disappointed, but oh well. Really, if that's the worst thing that's happened, then I think we're doing just fine.
Picture coming soon.
Full Term
I spent this morning reading over this blog. I have to admit- it's a little surreal. It seems like just yesterday I saw the line show up on the pregnancy test, and at the same time, ages ago.
This blog has been one of the best ideas I've had in a long time. It is allowing me to recall details in a way that I cannot do with my first pregnancy. Although, I have some special keepsakes from my first pregnancy (4D ultrasound pictures & DVD) that I do not have this time. Each child has their own unique experience documenting their arrival in the world, and I am OK with that.
This morning, as I type this, I am now considered "full term". My pregnancy is effectively over. The baby is just about as developed as she is going to be (not including size). Now, we are just waiting for nature to decide that the inside environment is no longer suitable, and for her to make an entry into the outside world.
As each moment goes by, I get more and more excited and anxious. What will she look like? How will Mini Me react to her? How will Hubby and I deal with the demands of a newborn and a pre-schooler? Will she have the same outgoing, adventurous personality as Mini Me or be more reserved?
I cannot wait for her to be here, but I am trying to remember every minute of this amazing journey before it is over.
This blog has been one of the best ideas I've had in a long time. It is allowing me to recall details in a way that I cannot do with my first pregnancy. Although, I have some special keepsakes from my first pregnancy (4D ultrasound pictures & DVD) that I do not have this time. Each child has their own unique experience documenting their arrival in the world, and I am OK with that.
This morning, as I type this, I am now considered "full term". My pregnancy is effectively over. The baby is just about as developed as she is going to be (not including size). Now, we are just waiting for nature to decide that the inside environment is no longer suitable, and for her to make an entry into the outside world.
As each moment goes by, I get more and more excited and anxious. What will she look like? How will Mini Me react to her? How will Hubby and I deal with the demands of a newborn and a pre-schooler? Will she have the same outgoing, adventurous personality as Mini Me or be more reserved?
I cannot wait for her to be here, but I am trying to remember every minute of this amazing journey before it is over.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Nesting, it's not just for birds
When I started organizing the books on the bookshelf last night, hubby started to get worried.
For days, I have been cleaning, organizing and re-organizing the entire house. Hubby yelled at me when I attempted to climb on a chair to scrub the light fixtures in the kitchen. (He then got them down for me so that I could scrub them.)
We had planned to clean both cars this weekend and get the car seats installed. Well, we ended up deciding to order new seats for Mini Me, which will be here hopefully by the end of the week. So, as of now, we haven't done anything to my car. Hubby's car has been cleaned, Mini Me's old seat has been removed and the infant seat is installed. So, almost half way there but it's driving me crazy that it's not done and there's nothing I can do about it.
The closets have been emptied and re-packed. We also met with our doula again this weekend. I was organizing pictures and putting together the bouncy seat at 3am Sunday morning. I just can't seem to sleep past 3.... It's like the magic number.
I am feeling very ready...
For days, I have been cleaning, organizing and re-organizing the entire house. Hubby yelled at me when I attempted to climb on a chair to scrub the light fixtures in the kitchen. (He then got them down for me so that I could scrub them.)
We had planned to clean both cars this weekend and get the car seats installed. Well, we ended up deciding to order new seats for Mini Me, which will be here hopefully by the end of the week. So, as of now, we haven't done anything to my car. Hubby's car has been cleaned, Mini Me's old seat has been removed and the infant seat is installed. So, almost half way there but it's driving me crazy that it's not done and there's nothing I can do about it.
The closets have been emptied and re-packed. We also met with our doula again this weekend. I was organizing pictures and putting together the bouncy seat at 3am Sunday morning. I just can't seem to sleep past 3.... It's like the magic number.
I am feeling very ready...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Krazy Glue
They should put a warning on that stuff about bonding skin instantly.....
Not that my thumb got stuck to the changing pad cover or anything like that....
Um, gotta go...
Not that my thumb got stuck to the changing pad cover or anything like that....
Um, gotta go...
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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