As anyone who reads this blog may have noticed, the detailed blog of the labor and birth was put in kind of late. So late in fact that I began to see the sunrise before I finally went down. Woog, it's been quite a while since I've seen two sunrises in one waking period. The important factoid there though is that neither Alison nor myself slept in over 25 hours. It was brutal. And now what do we get for our trouble? A kid, that eats, cries and sleeps... and personifies cuteness but that's beside the point.
The thing is, for all those of you that haven't had babies, that you want to get out of the hospital as soon as you can and cut visits to a minimum. If you don't, you'll be sorry. As you come up to the due date, people will always tell you, " Sleep when the baby sleeps." The reasoning is that you shouldn't try to force the baby to get on your schedule until 3 or 4 months and during those first months, you should get on the baby's schedule (as much as possible). Follow this and good times will be had by all. A newborn actually sleeps a ton, it's just at weird times. And this is where the visitation time comes in.
Sure grandmom and peepaw love to love on new baby. But lord have mercy folks kick em out at some point. Not just them though. Everyone altogether! You should be spending significant portions of time sleeping while the baby's sleeping and taking care of baby while it's awake. It may seem like the right thing to do to let the friends and relatives that brought you into the world and support you in it to coddle and coo over baby for hours... but it isn't. Look out for yourself and look out for your kid. Listen... Don't start a life long feud over this though. Our parents were very understanding about it when we realized it late in the game and brought it up... yours might not be. But believe me, if and when my sweet wife goes through this again, she will not have the same circus going on around her afterward.
It was a hard lesson to learn. One that has netted me an 'Alison beating' 2 and 1/2 hours of sleep in the past day or so. Everyday life became like this psycho trip to Vegas where you always lose track of what time it is, night becomes day and day becomes night. Problem is instead of fun gambling and watching shows, your bouncing up and down and shushing at an angry 10 lb ball of noodles. Needless to say, no matter how much you love baby, the euphoria wears off pretty quick.
So now after hanging in the hospital and allowing baby and wife to get poked and prodded every couple hours of the day, we're heading for the house. The car seat is here and the bags are all packed. We're excited to go home and face no more distractions, no more circus, no more needles or bed that doubles as a trendy sofa. At the same time however, we're pretty nervous about not having all the professional help at a ripcord's pull away.... Let's see how good of parents we're really gonna be.
Overheard @ the Hospital
Elevator conversation between my parents and the famous dad of quints (who were the talk of the whole hospital) born on the same day...
Parents: So we did the math and figured out that your 5 news-worthy babies weighed less than our one granddaughter at birth.
Quints' Dad: Your the grandparents of that 10-6 baby?! Awesome!
It seems BR Spur was the 6th most popular baby in the nursery... atta girl.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
We did it!
Well it's just after 2am as I am starting this blog. A full 22 hours after we got up to start this whole day, it is finally over.... or maybe it's just begun.
So after the last time I wrote we had alot of drama with the pain meds. At one point the epidural was only working for one side of her body. A new guy came in and fixed it. Then an hour or two later the real fun began. So we would find out later that the first anesthesiologist had put the epidural in too low. The result then was that when baby's head came down into the pelvis, all of a sudden she could feel everything. After alot of talking and pain with not very much progress from baby, I finally made the call. (I say I because Alison was in too much pain to even think). The tough decision came down to what looked like an unavoidable C-section after hours of labor or a C section right then. Looking at my wife in such pain, I said "Lets go, do it now." Then within the next hour, there we were.
Honestly it was an awful sight. A quick sight but an awful one. When they tell you not to look across the drape in a hospital, you're best off sticking with that... I only glanced but it wasn't pretty. Between the cut, the blood and the uncontrollable shaking Alison was doing, it really remimded me of that poinent scene at the end of Braveheart. Lucky for me and baby, Alison didn't drop a hankey and scream freedom like William Wallace the weenie. What she did do was get a baby extracted from her. When they got close a lady leaned over to me and said, "Would you like to see your child?" I said, "Ofcourse" and I stood up. They told me to watch our doctor and that she would be pulling the baby out soon.
"OK Dad, when they pull it out you get to make the call!"
I watched then as our doctor reached exceedingly far into my wife and out came the biggest, hairiest newborn I've ever seen. They held it up to me and the whole room went quiet as they all looked at me expectantly...
"IT'S A GIRL!"
That's right folks your old pal Spur is a dad. To a beautiful, healthy baby girl. She tipped the scales at 10 pounds 6 ounces and has a very full head of black hair. She's healthy and happy and so is her mom. I couldn't be more proud of how well Alison has done. She is a truly special woman. And for that matter, so is little Blakely Reese. Thanks for all the prayers and well wishes throughout the day. We could not have done this without the love and support of family and friends. Thanks.
Now, it's time for sleep.
So after the last time I wrote we had alot of drama with the pain meds. At one point the epidural was only working for one side of her body. A new guy came in and fixed it. Then an hour or two later the real fun began. So we would find out later that the first anesthesiologist had put the epidural in too low. The result then was that when baby's head came down into the pelvis, all of a sudden she could feel everything. After alot of talking and pain with not very much progress from baby, I finally made the call. (I say I because Alison was in too much pain to even think). The tough decision came down to what looked like an unavoidable C-section after hours of labor or a C section right then. Looking at my wife in such pain, I said "Lets go, do it now." Then within the next hour, there we were.
Honestly it was an awful sight. A quick sight but an awful one. When they tell you not to look across the drape in a hospital, you're best off sticking with that... I only glanced but it wasn't pretty. Between the cut, the blood and the uncontrollable shaking Alison was doing, it really remimded me of that poinent scene at the end of Braveheart. Lucky for me and baby, Alison didn't drop a hankey and scream freedom like William Wallace the weenie. What she did do was get a baby extracted from her. When they got close a lady leaned over to me and said, "Would you like to see your child?" I said, "Ofcourse" and I stood up. They told me to watch our doctor and that she would be pulling the baby out soon.
"OK Dad, when they pull it out you get to make the call!"
I watched then as our doctor reached exceedingly far into my wife and out came the biggest, hairiest newborn I've ever seen. They held it up to me and the whole room went quiet as they all looked at me expectantly...
"IT'S A GIRL!"
That's right folks your old pal Spur is a dad. To a beautiful, healthy baby girl. She tipped the scales at 10 pounds 6 ounces and has a very full head of black hair. She's healthy and happy and so is her mom. I couldn't be more proud of how well Alison has done. She is a truly special woman. And for that matter, so is little Blakely Reese. Thanks for all the prayers and well wishes throughout the day. We could not have done this without the love and support of family and friends. Thanks.
Now, it's time for sleep.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Then the dam broke...
Well we had a pretty rough go of it for a while.
The doctor came in and did a test and found that the baby wasn't moving along very quickly. She decided to go ahead and break the water. And boy oh boy... Let's just say it wasn't a trickle. Funny thing is that after the water breaks you really can't control it. Not only that, but contractions really step it up a notch. It was amazing to see my wife go from smiling and happy funtime to "I HATE THIS" in no time flat. I have to hand it to her though she stuck it out for about another couple hours or so with what appeared to be some really rough and tumble contractions. Seriously kids, I can't tell you how much watching her do this just to extend our family makes me love her. She's so incredible. Also folks, you should go hug your moms, they went to hell and high water to bring you into this world... they deserve it. Unless you were a C section kid like me, in which case maybe you spent the rest of your life punishing your poor mother. Either way, labor's no joke.
Anyway so after a while she'd had enough and she called in the heavy hitter. It was time for the epidural. Now we'd heard lots of great things about this little miracle but you know it's almost as if the doctor wants to punish you for getting it. After the 4th try and making some "crunching sounds that are just ligaments" it was in. Almost immediately..... relief. I can't begin to tell you how awesome it was to see her get some relief. But on the real here yo... the same contractions she was about to rip my arm off for in the first place were now almost unnoticeable. So, with the ability to relax and a quiet private room, I'm writing this to you while my beautiful bride is sleeping soundly. She's got a long road to hoe and she'll need all the rest she can get. Thanks for all the well wishes from everyone. We both really appreciate all the love and support. The next time you hear from me, Baby Spur will have made his or her world debut. My cup runeth over.
The doctor came in and did a test and found that the baby wasn't moving along very quickly. She decided to go ahead and break the water. And boy oh boy... Let's just say it wasn't a trickle. Funny thing is that after the water breaks you really can't control it. Not only that, but contractions really step it up a notch. It was amazing to see my wife go from smiling and happy funtime to "I HATE THIS" in no time flat. I have to hand it to her though she stuck it out for about another couple hours or so with what appeared to be some really rough and tumble contractions. Seriously kids, I can't tell you how much watching her do this just to extend our family makes me love her. She's so incredible. Also folks, you should go hug your moms, they went to hell and high water to bring you into this world... they deserve it. Unless you were a C section kid like me, in which case maybe you spent the rest of your life punishing your poor mother. Either way, labor's no joke.
Anyway so after a while she'd had enough and she called in the heavy hitter. It was time for the epidural. Now we'd heard lots of great things about this little miracle but you know it's almost as if the doctor wants to punish you for getting it. After the 4th try and making some "crunching sounds that are just ligaments" it was in. Almost immediately..... relief. I can't begin to tell you how awesome it was to see her get some relief. But on the real here yo... the same contractions she was about to rip my arm off for in the first place were now almost unnoticeable. So, with the ability to relax and a quiet private room, I'm writing this to you while my beautiful bride is sleeping soundly. She's got a long road to hoe and she'll need all the rest she can get. Thanks for all the well wishes from everyone. We both really appreciate all the love and support. The next time you hear from me, Baby Spur will have made his or her world debut. My cup runeth over.
The day wears on...
As we get further into the day, it's actually really uneventful. Alison's reading a magazine and I'm messing around on my computer. Not much differently than we would be doing if we were at home. Oh except she has to unplug like six things and drag this unrollable IV harness thing behind her if she wants to go to the bathroom. I guess it's good that not much is happening besides the fact that she's cranking out contractions. I feel bad for her though because even though everything's going smoothly, she's pretty dang hungry. It's cool though. Since she's doing the work with birthing, I did the work with eating. Mom and Dad brought me two full plates of food a while ago and I polished em off in a hurry. The nurse taking care of us seems to think the baby will be here mid-afternoon so stay tuned for an update!
Awkward Birthing Day Moment
I opened the oddly closed door to the public family waiting room to see if my parents were here yet. It wasn't until I had stepped through the door that I realized; not only are my parents not there, the only people who are there are are a crying couple and a priest. woof. Listen folks, don't go opening doors at the hospital... leave em shut.
Awkward Birthing Day Moment
I opened the oddly closed door to the public family waiting room to see if my parents were here yet. It wasn't until I had stepped through the door that I realized; not only are my parents not there, the only people who are there are are a crying couple and a priest. woof. Listen folks, don't go opening doors at the hospital... leave em shut.
Just got here...
So we just got to the hospital and things are already warming up... not outside ofcourse because it's 30's out there. But in here we're teaming with activity. The little Mrs. is all dolled up in a hospital gown and is currently looking fairly uncomfortable as they prep her for an IV............... OK my hands just went kind of numb watching that needle go in. Seriously how do these nurses do it? A better question is: How can I butcher a deer and yet this gives me the willies? Who knows.
So the parents and everyone will be here soon. For now we're just hanging around while they do tests and get the wifey all ready to roll. We're excited beyond words but also very anxious. I feel bad for Alison that she has to bear so much of the load here... be thinking about her folks, I think she's more nervous than she's letting on.
Fun birthing fact: If you close your eyes, you feel like you're on a train. A fetus heartbeat sounds just like a locomotive chugging along.
So the parents and everyone will be here soon. For now we're just hanging around while they do tests and get the wifey all ready to roll. We're excited beyond words but also very anxious. I feel bad for Alison that she has to bear so much of the load here... be thinking about her folks, I think she's more nervous than she's letting on.
Fun birthing fact: If you close your eyes, you feel like you're on a train. A fetus heartbeat sounds just like a locomotive chugging along.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Last Day Ever that Spur isn't a dad...
I've never been so anxious. I've never been so excited. I've never been so curious. I've never felt this overwhelmed....
Nothing in my life... not santa coming as a kid, not graduations, not birthdays, not even my wedding made me feel the way that I do now. I'm so ready and I'm so not. Will I be a good dad? Can I handle the sleeplessness, the worrying, the trouble this will cause? Can I succeed? Can I take care of my family? Will it be healthy? Will I outlive it? For that matter... WHAT IS IT?!
At least a couple of these questions will be laid to rest tomorrow. At 7am in the morning the little lady and I will be heading for the hospital to induce the birth of our baby. It's just gotten too big and it's time it came out. I will try to blog about what happens to let folks out there be a part of this amazing experience. It truly seems impossible, but on January 15, 2009, you're old buddy Spur's life is changing forever. I couldn't be more scared, elated, confident, nervous, excited or terrified if I tried. Pray for my wife, that everything goes smoothly. Thanks for always reading and being a part of my life. Much love... Spur
_____________________________
What would a day at work be without gems from the students?
Overheard @ WoRMS *BABY EDITION*
Kid: But how do you KNOW it's happening tomorrow?
Me: The birth?
Kid: Yeah. How do you KNOW?
Me: Well we're inducing.
Kid: Huh?
Me: They'll give my wife drugs to make her go into labor.
Kid: But aren't drugs bad for the baby?
Other Kid: Yeah idiot, that's why they're doing it. They're trying to hurt the baby.
____________
Talking about baby again...
Kid: Just be careful and check out what your baby's name means. My parents are idiots. My name means 'Homely Servant' and my brother's is 'Unfortunate Hayfield'
Me: Those are sweet... woog
Nothing in my life... not santa coming as a kid, not graduations, not birthdays, not even my wedding made me feel the way that I do now. I'm so ready and I'm so not. Will I be a good dad? Can I handle the sleeplessness, the worrying, the trouble this will cause? Can I succeed? Can I take care of my family? Will it be healthy? Will I outlive it? For that matter... WHAT IS IT?!
At least a couple of these questions will be laid to rest tomorrow. At 7am in the morning the little lady and I will be heading for the hospital to induce the birth of our baby. It's just gotten too big and it's time it came out. I will try to blog about what happens to let folks out there be a part of this amazing experience. It truly seems impossible, but on January 15, 2009, you're old buddy Spur's life is changing forever. I couldn't be more scared, elated, confident, nervous, excited or terrified if I tried. Pray for my wife, that everything goes smoothly. Thanks for always reading and being a part of my life. Much love... Spur
_____________________________
What would a day at work be without gems from the students?
Overheard @ WoRMS *BABY EDITION*
Kid: But how do you KNOW it's happening tomorrow?
Me: The birth?
Kid: Yeah. How do you KNOW?
Me: Well we're inducing.
Kid: Huh?
Me: They'll give my wife drugs to make her go into labor.
Kid: But aren't drugs bad for the baby?
Other Kid: Yeah idiot, that's why they're doing it. They're trying to hurt the baby.
____________
Talking about baby again...
Kid: Just be careful and check out what your baby's name means. My parents are idiots. My name means 'Homely Servant' and my brother's is 'Unfortunate Hayfield'
Me: Those are sweet... woog
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Due Date Eve
Tomorrow's the big day. The day we've been waiting for for what seems like a lifetime... and in baby's case, I guess it has been. Tomorrow is the due date. Kind of wacky aint it. It's here. Like right on top of us here.
Funny thing happened last night. We met a guy who was telling us about his wife being 5 months pregnant. Then he asked the same question everyone does... So when's your due date? Alison and I both laughed and said, "day after tomorrow". The guy was taken aback. But then, so are we most of the time we tell everyone how close we are. I have to admit though, I'm really hoping that if she goes over the projected due date, I meet someone who asks the same question. It will be really fun to say, "Oh about a week ago". Tell someone something like that and they almost always let out an involuntary "Woah".
So am I nervous? Not at all. In all likelihood, she won't even have the baby tomorrow. In fact I'm betting that unless we induce this week.... she won't have it for at least another week. And when it comes to predicting when my kids are going to be born, I've never been wrong...
I kinda feel bad because all the pre baby tension at home is making me slip a little in the classroom. I really hope the kids aren't feeling it but I am. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when there's actually a baby here. Thank God for Spring and Summer break, thats all I have to say. Well slipping or not, I still manage to hear some fun stuff around school. So lets get to it....
Overheard @ WoRMS
(Studying a classic painting of Destiny Personified)
Kid: But how do you know the true symbolism of each item in the painting?
Me: I just do. It's about westward expansion, I wouldn't use it if it were debatable.
Kid: But how can you just assume so much? How do you know what the artist meant by the things he painted?
Me: I drew it... It was me.
___________________________
Email from a 6th grade mom to son's teachers:
Dear teachers,
This morning my son was waiting at the bus stop and he had his basketball with him. Just as the bus was approaching the stop my son dropped his basketball and it got away from him down the street. In the rush to get on the bus he was forced to leave his basketball behind. Could you please let him know that I have found his basketball and it is OK. I was just worried that if someone didn't let him know, he would have a really bad day.
Me: So did you guys tell him?
Kid's teachers: nope...
_______________________________
Kid: Um, I really need to go to the bathroom it's kind of an emergency.
Me: OK hurry
Almost immediately I began to smell a foul poop odor that nearly made my toenails curl. I ran to the windows and threw them open allowing the 30 degree air to come blasting in.
Other kids: Shut the windows! It's freezing! Are you crazy?!
Me: BELIEVE ME.... you want to be cold right now.
Funny thing happened last night. We met a guy who was telling us about his wife being 5 months pregnant. Then he asked the same question everyone does... So when's your due date? Alison and I both laughed and said, "day after tomorrow". The guy was taken aback. But then, so are we most of the time we tell everyone how close we are. I have to admit though, I'm really hoping that if she goes over the projected due date, I meet someone who asks the same question. It will be really fun to say, "Oh about a week ago". Tell someone something like that and they almost always let out an involuntary "Woah".
So am I nervous? Not at all. In all likelihood, she won't even have the baby tomorrow. In fact I'm betting that unless we induce this week.... she won't have it for at least another week. And when it comes to predicting when my kids are going to be born, I've never been wrong...
I kinda feel bad because all the pre baby tension at home is making me slip a little in the classroom. I really hope the kids aren't feeling it but I am. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when there's actually a baby here. Thank God for Spring and Summer break, thats all I have to say. Well slipping or not, I still manage to hear some fun stuff around school. So lets get to it....
Overheard @ WoRMS
(Studying a classic painting of Destiny Personified)
Kid: But how do you know the true symbolism of each item in the painting?
Me: I just do. It's about westward expansion, I wouldn't use it if it were debatable.
Kid: But how can you just assume so much? How do you know what the artist meant by the things he painted?
Me: I drew it... It was me.
___________________________
Email from a 6th grade mom to son's teachers:
Dear teachers,
This morning my son was waiting at the bus stop and he had his basketball with him. Just as the bus was approaching the stop my son dropped his basketball and it got away from him down the street. In the rush to get on the bus he was forced to leave his basketball behind. Could you please let him know that I have found his basketball and it is OK. I was just worried that if someone didn't let him know, he would have a really bad day.
Me: So did you guys tell him?
Kid's teachers: nope...
_______________________________
Kid: Um, I really need to go to the bathroom it's kind of an emergency.
Me: OK hurry
Almost immediately I began to smell a foul poop odor that nearly made my toenails curl. I ran to the windows and threw them open allowing the 30 degree air to come blasting in.
Other kids: Shut the windows! It's freezing! Are you crazy?!
Me: BELIEVE ME.... you want to be cold right now.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Little help in a busy time
So I've been thinking everyday that I need to write something. I want to look back at these days and see what was on my mind. To tell you the truth though... I'm really just kind of... ready. I'm ready to meet my kid. I'm ready to find out whether it's a boy or a girl. I'm ready to be done waiting. But here we are.... waaaaaiting.
So in lieu of something truly prophetic to write about, I thought I'd tell you about a really cool tool that helped me out a ton. I really wanted to write about it because when I started trying to get info on it, there was little to be found. What is this miracle tool? It's called a Black and Decker 36 inch Gecko Grip level with Accu Mark.
I know some of my traditional readers will hit the snooze after reading that but hang with me here. This thing is really awesome. Have you ever had to hang something that didn't have a tradition wire or metal bracket hanger? Something that has two hooks or a couple screw brackets can be hell to get level and REAL tough to get at exactly the right distance apart. This little beauty from Black and Decker does BOTH! I really don't think I could fully explain it as well as the demo can so here it is. Check it out, go here and click 'view product demo'. Believe me, it does what it says and you will be impressed. I don't often endorse a product this heavily but this Accu-Mark thing seriously saved my rear in that nursery we're putting together.
So in lieu of something truly prophetic to write about, I thought I'd tell you about a really cool tool that helped me out a ton. I really wanted to write about it because when I started trying to get info on it, there was little to be found. What is this miracle tool? It's called a Black and Decker 36 inch Gecko Grip level with Accu Mark.
I know some of my traditional readers will hit the snooze after reading that but hang with me here. This thing is really awesome. Have you ever had to hang something that didn't have a tradition wire or metal bracket hanger? Something that has two hooks or a couple screw brackets can be hell to get level and REAL tough to get at exactly the right distance apart. This little beauty from Black and Decker does BOTH! I really don't think I could fully explain it as well as the demo can so here it is. Check it out, go here and click 'view product demo'. Believe me, it does what it says and you will be impressed. I don't often endorse a product this heavily but this Accu-Mark thing seriously saved my rear in that nursery we're putting together.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Ever heard the one about the farmer?
Seriously though. Have you heard that old story about the guy that has a ranch? One of his cows has a baby cow and he comes up with a bright idea: Go out everyday and pick it up. The thought behind it then is that when the baby becomes a full size cow, he can still pick it up.
Well in the New Year I've decided to do something similar, in the name of science. Would this actually work? Doubtful. But perhaps what I am doing will. Instead of picking up a cow, I've decided to pick myself up by doing push-ups and situps everyday. Starting January 1 I did 1 of each, by the time I get to NYE 2009 I hope to be doing 365 of each. I'm doubtful that it will work, but hey it's worth a shot!
In other news, school starts back tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to going back to work. But I am looking forward to seeing my kids. I have a new resolve after a good long break. I want to try and reach out to ones that I perhaps shunned during the first semester and continue to build on the foundations I set up with everyone else. I think it's going to be a great semester, especially if we can get it all planned through tomorrow at inservice.
So I decided I'm going to start occasionally asking a question of the day for you 5 or 6 readers to respond to in the comments. Today's question: Do you believe in New Year's resolutions? If so, what was yours?
Stay safe kids.
Well in the New Year I've decided to do something similar, in the name of science. Would this actually work? Doubtful. But perhaps what I am doing will. Instead of picking up a cow, I've decided to pick myself up by doing push-ups and situps everyday. Starting January 1 I did 1 of each, by the time I get to NYE 2009 I hope to be doing 365 of each. I'm doubtful that it will work, but hey it's worth a shot!
In other news, school starts back tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to going back to work. But I am looking forward to seeing my kids. I have a new resolve after a good long break. I want to try and reach out to ones that I perhaps shunned during the first semester and continue to build on the foundations I set up with everyone else. I think it's going to be a great semester, especially if we can get it all planned through tomorrow at inservice.
So I decided I'm going to start occasionally asking a question of the day for you 5 or 6 readers to respond to in the comments. Today's question: Do you believe in New Year's resolutions? If so, what was yours?
Stay safe kids.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Freaking out about baby is so 2008
Alright so I have to admit that there have been a few times that I have been sorta freaked out about the impending addition to the family. I mean woah.... this ain't a pet we're talkin about here Martha, it's a dang person.
But, this is a new year and I'm happy to say the freak out days are well behind me. These days, I've really just been busy as all get out. To busy to even blog about how busy I am! Now some people might call it nesting but I call it, "Let's get everything done before baby comes and we never get it done". I mean lets call a pot a pot here. We aren't birds meticulously preparing our nest made of twigs and housing insulation. We're people who, as a part of getting ready for a child, have done things like plant trees and hung our degrees. It's kind of funny. It's like we're getting ready for a relative that we haven't seen for a long time or someone of equal importance we might be trying to impress. In reality though, as long as baby's got something to eat, someone to clean up his/her poop and warm place to sleep... they could care less about the wall clock you finally got put up.
But, while babies could care less, parents couldn't care more. And, as all these sorts of things have gotten dropped from the old honey-do list, I can't help but feel a little chipper about things.
Soon we will have our kid. Hanging out, being a part of my life hopefully until it ends. Crazy to think about, but man am I excited to get it started.
So come on out here baby, we're ready for ya!
.........I think.
But, this is a new year and I'm happy to say the freak out days are well behind me. These days, I've really just been busy as all get out. To busy to even blog about how busy I am! Now some people might call it nesting but I call it, "Let's get everything done before baby comes and we never get it done". I mean lets call a pot a pot here. We aren't birds meticulously preparing our nest made of twigs and housing insulation. We're people who, as a part of getting ready for a child, have done things like plant trees and hung our degrees. It's kind of funny. It's like we're getting ready for a relative that we haven't seen for a long time or someone of equal importance we might be trying to impress. In reality though, as long as baby's got something to eat, someone to clean up his/her poop and warm place to sleep... they could care less about the wall clock you finally got put up.
But, while babies could care less, parents couldn't care more. And, as all these sorts of things have gotten dropped from the old honey-do list, I can't help but feel a little chipper about things.
Soon we will have our kid. Hanging out, being a part of my life hopefully until it ends. Crazy to think about, but man am I excited to get it started.
So come on out here baby, we're ready for ya!
.........I think.
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