2011

Since I stopped using Google Analytics like a year ago, I don't know which posts were my most popular of 2011. So, based on my impeccable mom memory alone, I will share with you the highlights of each month. I'm sure I will miss something important, but oh well!

January- Henry' first stomach virus- shared by both me and Matt and my mom, an innocent bystander. H also got his first haircut.

February- Henry's first birthday! Also the day I finally stopped breastfeeding.

March- Henry and I took a trip to Alabama to see my mom and grandmother. My sister and her boys came too... She was pregnant with her baby girl, and I was about to be pregnant with little Sam.

April- We found out we were pregnant!

May- The main thing I remember in May was going running... a lot. I also probably slept a lot, which may be why there is nothing else to note from this month.

June- Took a trip to NYC with Henry to visit Uncle Michael and Aunt Brittany.

July- Henry and I went to the pool almost every day, and we also survived many, many days with 100+ degree temperatures and no rain.

August- Trip to the beach with my mom, my sister and her family!

September- My very first niece, Laura, was born!

October- Took a trip to LA with my two best friends, Sarah and Rachel. Henry enjoyed his first Halloween as a Penguin.

November- We had a grass fed turkey on Thanksgiving and probably ate the least amount of meat in a given month of our lives EVER due to the viewing of "Food Inc." the previous month.

December- A very crazy month in which so much happened. After what seemed like the shortest pregnancy ever, we welcomed sweet baby Sam into the world. We also said goodbye to Matt's sweet grandmother, who left to be with Jesus on Christmas day.

Another year and God continues to be faithful to all His promises. And it's now officially 2012. Couldn't quite finish it in time. Happy New Year!

life with two

When your first kid is born, you sort of hibernate for a month or two until you realize that life must go on and you must return to society... or at least I did.  Then I spent the next 20 months figuring out how to be a mom.  Then the next kid was born.  No hibernating this time. Almost-two-year-olds don't lounge around the house "enjoying" their new baby brothers.  So we just keep on, keepin' on.  Now I can stop figuring out how to be a mom and start figuring out how to be a mom of two.  Gee whiz, I'm still learning how to be a wife!

That's about all I got... Short posts better than no posts at all, I say.

invasion!

Help!  My house has been overtaken by Christmas presents, toys and baby gear.  The walls are closing in on me...

At the very least we have taken down the Christmas decorations.  I might start selling stuff soon.

Shortest post ever.  Till next time.

not an excuse, but a reason

Hormones can make me feel crazy.  Hear me clearly, I know hormones are not an excuse to be crazy, but it's nice to have a reason for feeling not myself.

I read the other day that when you are pregnant, your estrogen and progesterone levels are soaring at an all time high.  Then literally within minutes of delivering your baby, both estrogen and progesterone (which are responsible for producing your body's "feel good" molecules, endorphins) plummet to the ground.  Not to mention, the hormone your body produces when you nurse your child, prolactin, suppresses your estrogen and progesterone levels to make you more or less like a menopausal woman.  During the first few weeks postpartum, your prolactin levels are at an all time high.  The article I was reading (and I should probably find it to quote) likened the first few weeks of postpartum "baby blues" to the worst case of PMS you've ever had.

So the way this plays out in real life over the past few days is that I literally cannot let myself see, hear, think about anything that is remotely sad or even things that aren't sad that could be considered sad.  Also things that are "scary."  No scary allowed.

Examples.  (Note, these are meant to be funny because looking back, they are.  So like, even though you might be tempted to feel sorry for me, just try to laugh with me cause I' definitely "laughing" at myself.)

During Henry's Sesame Street episode this morning, Elmo and his friends were singing "Goodbye Binky" to their pacifiers because they were all grown up and not babies anymore- so it was time to give up the paci.  Not sad.  In fact, I think I remember watching that when I was pregnant and thinking it was totally lame.  Not today.  I had to keep myself from tearing up.

Also, I saw a picture of a puppy cuddling w/ another bigger, dog - I could have burst into tears.  Not to mention that last night that dreaded Sarah McLaughlin commercial about the abandoned, neglected animals came on TV, and I immediately made Matt change the channel.  I think the only "safe" thing on TV these days is ESPN.

Henry threw his toy hammer at me this morning, and when it hit me in the face I got angry with him and wanted to discipline him, but when I tried I just started crying instead.

While I was in the hospital, I was about to go to sleep and the light above my bed would not turn off.  The nurse had to call a technician to come fix it, and I literally started balling uncontrollably.  "Why can't the light just turn off?" I asked, as I sobbed unashamedly in front of two nurses and Matt, who I am sure was totally embarrassed.

And don't get me started with ACTUAL sad things.  (Not that abandoned puppies aren't really sad.)  But you know, real people's "real life" sadness... I can't even mention the examples here.

Anyway, after last pregnancy, I didn't really believe in hormones.  I mean, I knew they were real and that I could get a little crabby during that "time of the month," but I didn't give them much more credit than that.  So I literally thought I was going insane w/ the ups and downs, highs and lows that the first few postpartum months can bring.  It's nice to do it again a second time without feeling totally crazy and guilty for the hormonal roller coaster. 

And also, it's nice to know that God is the one who controls my hormones, who decided that this is how my body would work, and whose strength is stronger than my crazy, crazy hormones.  So when I have to face the sad or the scary, He is strong for me.

How is it already December 21st?

not gonna happen

I had big plans to get a family picture taken and a newborn picture of Sam taken, both added to a Christmas card/ birth announcement, stuffed into envelopes, addressed, stamped and sent off in time to make it out before Christmas.

Without going into detail, we've had a CRAZY December (not including a new baby), and getting something out before Christmas is just not gonna happen.  So, if you are on our mailing list look for a New Year's card/birth announcement - although it might not come till mid January!

Matt contracted pregnant brain... and mom brain.

Matt's a little scatter-brained.  Friends have referred to him as the nutty professor.  He is super smart, he has his stuff in order and is extremely responsible, but sometimes it seems as though he is just spinning around in circles.  I can't tell you how many times he has "lost" his wallet, or left it at work, or "lost" his glasses, or gone frantically searching for his keys.  See this post or this one or this one. (Or you could just click on the label "Mattisms" and read more about this nutty professor type.)

In the past week or so, with the arrival of the new baby, a lot going on at work, and having to deal with health insurance companies/Christmas time/and a lot of other stuff in life that's going on, Matt has said some awesome things.

First of all, a couple of weekends ago, I was having some contractions that weren't painful, but hurt more than braxton hicks, so I figured I should at least write them down and pay attention to how often they were happening.  Matt saw my little paper sitting out, and he asked me very naturally, "Are you timing your transactions?"

Yes, I was timing my contractions.  No, I was not timing my transactions, whatever that means.

Today Matt and I were talking about a deal we saw on Facebook where you could get a free restaurant.com gift card w/ the purchase of a Target Gift Card.  "Restaurant.com isn't that great," I said.

Matt replied without hesitation, "I'm sure we could use a way to find it."  And after he said it, he didn't even notice that it came out wrong.

I should start calling him Nutty P.

I don't have genes.

When little Sammy man came out, he did not look like Henry.  So, the family, for a split second thought that maybe this sweet baby would have some of my features... but after just a day or so it became evident that this child, too, looks exactly like his daddy.  And, if I might say so, may even look MORE like his daddy than his big brother does.

The main difference between the two, from what I can see, is that Henry's eyes were VERY big and opened really wide, whereas Sam's eyes are a little more squinty.  Now.  I know you're all going to roll your eyes and tell me that I am vain or something, but I would like to just say that as a child, I had BIG, WIDE eyes, and as a child Matt had little, squinty eyes.  I'm not saying Matt's eyes aren't wonderful.  (Would I dare try to compete with my husband whose senior superlative in HS was "best eyes?" Absolutely not.) So, obviously Henry gets his beautiful blues from Matt, but I don't want to give up the possibility that perhaps the shape of Henry's eyes comes from his mom.  Perhaps if I get motivated enough, I will post a picture of Matt as a child with his squinty eyes and a picture of me as a child with my big, wide eyes so you can see (and judge) for yourself.

Anyway, in the meantime, here's some Henry/Sam comparison photos.

Henry

Sam

Henry

Sam

Henry

Sam

Henry

Week O' Fun

My mom, Matt and I have been taking turns getting out of the house with Henry/staying home with Sam (or as Henry affectionately refers to him, "Ham").  Henry has had quite the week!

Shooting basketballs or "abooaballs" at Chuck E Cheese.

Mom and Henry had their picture "sketched" by Chucky.

He wouldn't eat, just wanted to shoot hoops, or "slam dunk."

We took him to 37th street to see the Christmas Lights!

At a local, indoor trampoline "park."

He loves to "dump" or jump.

Part 2- Apparently contractions have a purpose.

So, about two hours or so after delivery, the nurses wheeled me over to postpartum, and I got put in the biggest room they had!  Awesome!  My nurse told me to let her know if I passed any "big clots."(TMI.)

It's funny she said that because I definitely didn't remember anyone telling me that last time.  But anyway.  I had a little bit of a headache and the nurses told me it was probably because I hadn't had anything to eat all day, and just encouraged me to rest till my food got there.  I was in the room by myself, Matt was in the nursery with Sam, and our families had gone to get us food and/or back to work, etc.  I layed down to sleep, but I couldn't.

Maybe about 20 minutes after being in postpartum, Matt and Sam came back, and I was finally going to get to feed him and hold him because I hardly had done that!  Two nurses also walked in my room right at the same time as Matt and Sam.  I sat up, and out comes TONS of blood and a huge clot (gross, I know) like the size of a small cantaloupe.

Honestly, if the nurse hadn't said anything, I would have probably not thought much of it - or wouldn't have told anyone right away, but fortunately she was right there, so I told her, casually, thinking it was no big deal.

So she came to check it out, and within about two minutes I probably had 10 nurses in my room.  They were pressing on my stomach, trying to get clots out, paging other nurses, calling my doctor, etc.  Sam's nurse had taken him out of the room and back to the nursery.  Needless to say, I was clueless as to what was happening, scared, and crying - asking Matt, who had a very concerned look on his face, to please hold my hand.

They started giving me all sorts of medicine - more pitocin to make my uterus contract more, some prostaglandins (also used to induce labor) that make bleeding stop, a shot in my leg that hurt REALLY bad, plus some other stuff via IV (and lucky me, I had TWO IVs, not one).  They also gave me some sort of pain killer that they told me would make me "loopy." A combination of the medicines and the blood loss made me start shaking uncontrollably.  It was weird to feel completely out of control of my body.  I could not stop shaking.  I could not do anything for myself.  I was thinking at best I would pass out, or I would need a blood transfusion, or I might be getting a hysterectomy, or at worst, I could die.  Later Matt told me that a surgical team was outside the door in case they needed to do an emergency hysterectomy.  While I was still shaking they wheeled me back to labor and delivery so they could pay more attention to me there. (Note, I lost my huge postpartum room.)

During that whole mess I was doing the only thing I knew to do, which was praying and thinking about Jesus.  One, I was praying that he'd heal my body, but that more importantly he'd heal my heart so that He was all I wanted.  Two, as I thought about why this was happening, I heard Jesus saying, "Because I love you." Everything He does, He does because He loves us.  So, even though I was shaking, crying, and asking the nurses tons of questions, I was feeling His peace because I knew He was present.

Eventually they gave me some drug to stop shaking, and within a few minutes of getting back to labor and delivery I had mostly stopped bleeding.  They kept me there to take my blood count and make sure I didn't need a transfusion.  Fortunately, I DID take my prenatal vitamins during my pregnancy, so my blood count was good to begin with and I didn't end up needing a blood transfusion.  But, since I am me, I figured that I must have done something wrong to make this happen, so I kept asking my doctor and the nurses what I did to make this happen, and my doctor said I was telling too many lies. (Ha ha.)  I think God is just trying to nail it in my head that I am not as in control as I think I am...

Anyway, apparently when you have a fast and easy delivery combined with a big baby, and your uterus doesn't have to contract as much, it can cause hemorrhaging, which is what happened to me.  The doc told me that if I decided to have another baby, then next time they will start me on the medicines to stop bleeding immediately after delivery - your risk for this increases with each pregnancy.  I told my doctor that I just wanted him to earn his paycheck, you know, since it took him like five minutes to deliver baby Sam.

After all that mess was over, I was still pretty darn loopy, which not gonna lie, was quite fun.  My family members, at least, were enjoying me without a filter.  Unfortunately, I wrote an e-mail to some of my friends telling them what happened while I was in that loopy state, and when I woke up the next morning and re-read it, I was a little bit embarrassed. (I mean, I already share TMI on my blog without being loopy, so you can imagine me on drugs writing an e-mail to my friends.)

The next morning my doctor said, "Not to alarm you, but what happened to you is why women die during childbirth - they bleed to death."  I had already figured that... Anyway, that's the "drama" you were waiting on.  Thankfully, the nurses were AWESOME and they did such a good job, and all turned out well and I'm still here to tell you about it. :)

My dad started getting all teary-eyed thinking about it, and I told him he wasn't allowed to do that.  Because for real, let's just be thankful that what could have been bad is good and let's not concern ourselves with what could have happened.  My hormones, emotions and lack of sleep can't handle anything else besides being thankful right now anyway. :)

Some Pictures

I know, I promised I'd share the rest of our hospital experience.  The thing is, it's kind of a long story (but I'm sure the longer I wait, the shorter it will get), so to hold you over until I have a good chance to write, I'll post some pictures. :)

Poor Sam already has like 1/3 as many pictures at this point in his life as Henry did at this point in his.  Don't worry, I do not really feel sorry for him.

Last Belly Pic!  39 Weeks and 6 days.

Henry coming to visit Mommy before it's time to push.

After Sam is born, Henry comes to meet him and opens a present "from Sam" - a football, which he loved!

Henry watching Sam through the nursery window.

Mom and Sam later that night after our drama had gone down.  Notice my makeup is all gone and I look more like I had a real labor experience.  Man, are you guys just hanging on a thread?  I'm sorry bc the story is not really THAT exciting.

Henry and Sam. :)

Hi handsome baby!

Leaving the hospital.

He has a Matt mouth... same as Henry.

Sam and his cousin Laura. :)

Henry, Sam, and Laura. So precious.

Hey blue eyes!  Will you stay blue or turn?

Brothers!

Part 1 - Labor and Delivery (the easy part)

Apologies for being SO late on the details of little Sam's birth!  (Although, it may have something to do with the fact that we have two children at home now, and literally within five minutes of walking in the door from the hospital, both children had pooped.)  Anyway, we had quite the weekend. :)  I will share the details in a little series.  Labor and delivery can best be explained in a timeline.  Enjoy. :)

Thursday
6:15 am - Leave for hospital
6:30 am - Check in at registration
6:45 am - Get put in delivery room, told the nurse would be there in 5 minutes
7:00 am - Still waiting. This is when we officially chose the name Samuel (Sam) Keith. (Details on that later.)
8:00 am (NOTE, that's way longer than 5 minutes) - NursES (plural) come in to room and start getting me set up for induction.  We were told there was a miscommunication, aka - they just straight up forgot about me.  They had three nurses setting me up because they had been running behind.  Unfortunately, Matt and I have gotten used to waiting at the Dr.'s office, so we didn't think much of it. 
9:00 am - Start on pitocin.  I had already gotten to 5cm all on my own without hardly any painful contractions at all.  Be very jealous.
9:30 am - After feeling about two real contractions, epidural is ordered.  Two contractions was enough for me. :)
10:00 am-1:00 am- Visit with Matt, visit with our (very chatty) nurse, text people out the wazoo, see Henry, let family come say hi.
12 ish pm - Dr. comes by to say hi.  Tells me he thought I stood him up this morning!  Ask me how happy that made me, since I am Miss Punctual.  The nurses never told the doctor that is was THEIR mistake that I supposedly "no-showed" that morning.  Bad form!  :)
1:00 pm - Two practice pushes with nurse.  I have to keep myself from pushing while they call the doctor because I feel like baby was going to fall out.
1:10 pm - Dr. gets to room, gets everything ready.
1:15 pm - Start "pushing" except I was literally afraid the baby was going to fall out on his own.  Dr. makes me hold off on the pushing because he doesn't want me to tear (more TMI).  Dr. literally just pulls the baby out without a single push.  I push one more time to get the rest of the body out.
1: 21 pm - Baby Sam is here!

That was the easy part!  Sam came out looking like a C-Section baby, and I am not just saying that.  It was quite welcome since Henry, handsome though he is, came out looking like E.T.  My family, in laws, etc. were all telling me how great I looked - because seriously I did NO work.  I woke up early that morning, put my make up on, curled my hair, and then sat in bed all morning until the baby fell out.  It was quite awesome.

But, if you are very jealous of me, don't be, because we had some drama go down... that story will be next, and hopefully I won't have to leave you hanging too long. 

In the meantime, I am SO glad to finally be at home w/ our little family of four (plus my mom who's helping big time)!  And I am SO thankful for my devoted blog reading friends. Missed you guys! hahaha.

Samuel Keith Gibson

Born at 1:21 PM on Dec 8, 2011. Height 20.5 inches. Weight 8lbs, 6oz.

We're calling him SAM!

Plenty of fun hospital stories to follow...

You decide, baby. Now or Thursday.

My friends, I am happy to say that baby will be here on THURSDAY, unless he decides to come before that.  Although if I were to go into active labor today, I might have him in the middle of the night (Wed-Thurs), and my doctor would not be on call, so if he wants to wait on the pitocin, so be it.  (Also, I would have scheduled it for Friday, my due date, but they did not have availability, and there ain't NO WAY I'm taking a chance on this thing going into the weekend when I have the option NOT to.)

Supposedly if I get to the hospital on Thursday morning for induction but have had something to eat after midnight, they will straight up cancel it on me and send me home.  Doesn't seem like a big deal, but the past two nights I have woken up HUNGRY around 3 or 4 AM.  Obviously getting my baby out will be more of a priority than feeding my hungry tummy, but I can't say I wasn't a little nervous about breaking that rule on accident.

This whole pregnancy, I have straight up just tried to ignore thoughts and feelings about how life is about to change big time for my sweet little Henry.  But he's had me wrapped around his finger for about a week now.  It's like he knows something's about to happen! But really it's just me.  (So, for example, I haven't been letting him cry to sleep, but laying in his room with him for almost 45 minutes each night. Bad, mama!)

But I've avoided letting myself get too emotional or think too much about having another child and what it will do to Henry because I KNOW it will all turn out just fine.  Everyone talks about feeling anxious, sad, worried about their first child when the second comes into the world.  And as far as I know, no one, after that second child comes, wishes they could give that second baby back.   So I've pushed all those thoughts to the side...

Yes, let me put myself in Henry's shoes over the next couple of months.  Yes, let me give him some grace because surely this transition will feel huge to him- he's a BIG time momma's boy.  But it's no use letting myself get all sappy about it (and I could, easily).

So for the record, Matt got on some baby name websites last night.  I was like, "What are you doing? You're wasting your time."  And he was.  I think he was secretly hoping that the world had invented some new name and it was going to show up and pop out at him.  I think we are down to two names, and as of last night the one that Matt was leaning toward is NOT the one that I was leaning toward.

Should we draw from a hat?  Should we take votes from our nurses?  Should we let the doctor decide?  Should we wait till we see him?  Should we rock, paper, scissors?  And what if I straight up do not like the middle name, but it has family significance? Having some sort of family significance is something that matters to both of us - can I go through with giving my child a middle name that I do not like?

Well anyway, unless things happen really fast (which they could), it's looking like Thursday will be the day.  So today, we are going to enjoy our last day as a family of three (plus my mom), and give Henry his last few hours of totally undivided, only child attention.

Oh my gosh!  I'm having a baby tomorrow or sooner!  I guess I've been pushing the feelings of excitement aside as well because, holy moly, that just hit me.  Maybe he's just been waiting for me to tell him that I'm ready to meet him.   I'm ready to meet you, baby!  (Or maybe he wants a name before he comes out.)  Don't worry, baby, God knows your name.

Thanks to those of you who stuck it out through this most random post. Happy Wednesday.

jinxed myself

The thing about weekly OB visits at this point in pregnancy is that they don't really do much as far as predicting the onset of labor. My appointment yesterday was exciting... so exciting in fact, that the doctor offered to induce me TODAY! Talk about being caught off guard! Much to everyone's surprise, I said no.  Anticipation can be exciting. I like that part of it. 

...But let's not get too carried away here. Going past my due date would NOT be exciting. So I called back later to see if he would induce me on Friday. The nurse had to check with him and I am still waiting for them to get back to me on an answer.  However, doctor thinks I should be in there by natural causes in "the next couple of days."

So after the appointment, I made a rookie mistake.  Embarrassing since I am not technically a rookie.  I called my mom.  She had a flight for Wednesday, but she changed it to today.  I ate spicy food for dinner.  I told people that I might not be "there" tomorrow - you know at events I previously planned to attend.  Basically, I alerted the media, but there was really no news.  Not in labor.  I will be there.  Sorry you spent an extra 50 bucks to change your flight, mom.

To top off the rookie mistake, I had been having approximately one contraction every hour for the last three days.  Nothing painful.  Nothing to write home about.  But overnight they were either so weak that I couldn't feel them, or more likely, they went away all together.

Unlike last pregnancy, I am not going to throw a hissy-fit and spend all day researching natural labor induction techniques.  (Although I won't lie and say I didn't stoop so low this morning at 3AM as to watch a couple of YouTube videos on accupressure to induce labor.)  Instead I'm going to pretend to be a mature adult and assume that this is God's way of giving me time to wrap up the last 3-4 items on my to-do list that I have put off until now.

Since I know you care to know, some of those "to-do" items include:
- Getting Henry a present "from his baby brother."  Supposedly this is a good way to help toddlers cope with the new addition.
- Getting unnamed baby 2 a baby book so I can get his footprint in it, and so later in life he won't wonder why his older brother had a baby book and he didn't.  (Note to world, I still haven't completed Henry's 1st year baby book, so I'm not extremely excited about this purchase, but it must be done.)
- Reclean.  I had a nesting frenzy one day last week.  Apparently that was a week too early because everything is unclean and back to normal now.  I'd like to get it spic 'n span again today... but a nap might be more necessary, seeing as I've been wide awake since 3:30 am now.

My actual written to do list is much longer, but it's not important that you know all the little things I put on there just so I can feel better about myself when I cross them off.   Happy Tuesday!

a pinterest fail

A couple of weeks ago I saw this on Pinterest.

Source: grilledcheesesocial.com via Kelly on Pinterest

Brilliant idea if you have a regular toaster instead of a toaster oven, right? Not going to lie, I actually tried this - because apparently putting cheese on toast and sticking it under the broiler for two minutes is really far too difficult.

MAJOR. FAIL. The crumbs that were already hanging out inside of my toaster seeped down into the sides of the toaster and smoke started coming out... along with the burning smell.

Now I wonder if someone put that "brilliant" idea on the internet just so some smarty pants like me would be silly enough to try it.

let's talk pedicures, shall we?

I got my "I'm about to have a baby" manicure and pedicure today. While I was sitting there, I realized that I'm probably more picky about my $25 pedicure than I am about my $20,000 (estimate, epidural included, possibly on the high side, but who's paying attention?) labor and delivery experience.

You see.  If I did write up a "birth plan," which I won't, it would look something like this: EPI-FRICKIN-DURAL.  The end.

However, if I had the option of writing up a "pedicure plan," it would be much more detailed.

For starters.  I would like my feet to not be soaking in lukewarm water please.  Make that water HOT!  I want it "hot tub" hot, you know. It should be uncomfortable for about five seconds, like when you get in a hot tub.  Then it feels great once your skin gets acclimated.  None of this lukewarm business... because if it's lukewarm when you put your feet in, it basically just feels cold the longer they sit there.

Next.  When you take that dirt scraper thing to scrape dirt out from my pretty toenails, DIG IN THERE!  I should be able to feel you digging around for dirt.  (Sorry if that grosses some of you out.)  Don't be wimpy, woman!  Don't just halfheartedly drag the little scraper underneath my nail!  You can't sufficiently remove the dirt that way!  Same goes for the cuticle cutting and the removing of callouses... actually get them off, don't just pick up the tools and pretend!

Finally, the lotion you're rubbing on my legs.  SHOW ME SOME MUSCLE.  Massage the lotion INTO my legs. Don't just pat, pat, pat it on.  You are stronger than that, lady!  Take pride in your job. :)

Okay, so maybe I'm a little high maintenance.  But you know, there's gotta be some consistency.  If I've been going to the same nail salon since like 8th grade, and most of the time they massage my feet and do a great job, then that will be what I come to expect.  I think they should have called this "pedicure lite" and charged me less for it - you know as opposed to the deluxe where they charge you more.

On the bright side, the manicurist gave me a neck massage, so I can't complain too much.  I can't lie and say that the whole experience left me wanting more... like a full body, "let's-apply-labor-inducing, accu-pressure," "let's-make-up-for-the-sorry-pedicure" massage.

In other news.  I love the raised eyebrows I get now when people ask when I'm due.  When I can answer, "Friday," it's much more exciting than, "two weeks" or even "next week."  But let's be honest, baby probably won't come on Friday.  Really, I'm not getting my hopes up.  And we've pretty much decided he will be named in the hospital.  Scary thought.


I think that's all for Sunday.  Let's chat soon.