31 December 2009

Happy New Year!

Well, we survived the 4 hour trip to Cincinnati! I took minimal meds, the baby slept almost the entire way down AND back, and the mama only slept on the way back! So....over all: success!

Tonight we ring in the new year. One year ago today was the debacle with the thermometer.....errrr pregnancy test stick. It's crazy what a difference a year can make. :)

It is with a big heart, slobbered on clothes, and lack of coffee headache that I wish you and yours a wonderfully beautifully New Year! Celebrate closely with the ones you love......and in the words of a very intelligent newborn:

"pbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbblt" <~insert raspberry noise here!

16 December 2009

Plans for the Holidays

Well, we are going to do something I never thought possible...we are taking the baby to see my folks! Yep...you heard me! We went through all of the holiday baby clothes until we found something that wouldn't freak my mom out (Peace, Love, and XMas was not in the top 5 sadly) and I have spent the last few days telling the baby how much she is going to make my mom melt! So....the day after XMas, we're going to head south to the warm lands of Cincinnati, to see if we can make my mom melt, my dad drool (not literally of course!), and my grandparents giggle! Talk to everyone after the holidays!

11 December 2009


There are times when I look at her and am simply amazed....there is no other word for it.


Reflections on the first day

Well....I would like to say it was a happy blissful blur, but that just ain't so....I remember almost every minute of the whole day: from waking up in labor sometime around midnight (I actually woke up around 2am) to waking the kids up at 3am, to driving to the hospital at 330a, to being admitted at 4a, to taking the boy to the cafeteria around 7a, to moving from the shower to the bed, to sending for the kids, to watching the doctor run in (almost too late) along with the kids, to watching the water bag emerge, to watching the baby being born, to hearing her first cries, to watching the kids jumping up and down because she was a girl, to watching the boy cut the chord, to watching the doctor and mom cry, to telling the sister and grandma, to texting the whole world twice over about the baby, to ordering food for everyone, especially mom, to making plans to transport to recovery, to getting our new tiny room, to having every medical personnel introduce themselves, to having multiple family stop by, to finally falling asleep, exhausted in the chair, by the bed that I couldn't even figure out how to unfold.........

Yeah, those kind of memories ROCK!