Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Here she is...

Harper Ann
7lbs 10oz 20inches
born 9/21/06 at 2:34pm
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Notice the shirt? Um, yeah. You get the picture.

Monday, September 25, 2006

We're Home!

...and with us we brought our new baby Harper. She was born on thursday at 2:34pm totally, I mean totally drug free. I can't wait to tell you all about it! Pedro had his new computer with him and documented the whole thing, with pictures. Check back later today. I'll try to post once the kiddos are both asleep. Thanks for the good vibes.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The Baby that wants to stay in!

Thursday is the day. I am being induced at 7am. I still am not sure about how I feel about the whole thing, but I am really afraid of having a huge baby too. I wanted to do everything as natural as possible, but I know with an induction pain drugs are almost a nessecity. I guess I just need a few hours to wrap my head around the whole thing. I'm very nervous and a little disappointed that this is how things are panning out.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Today I am thankful...

that my baby girl doesn't share a birthday with one of Britney Spears offspring. Thank You God!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

It is White Trash Central!

Today after my appt. (where she told me I was ready to be induced) I decided to venture out to pick up a few neccessities. I needed laundry soap and english muffin toasting bread (which I eat for every meal) and other odds and ends. So where do you think I went to get it all? That's right, the store that brings out America's finest, Wal-Mart.

I am over 39 weeks pregnant, my fuse is pretty damn short and I was ready to do some bitch-slappin'. But someone has to be the bigger person in a situation, so today I tried my best to be the better and of course bigger person since I am hugely pregnant. Here is how the situation unfolded...

We are done picking up our few things and are heading to the checkouts. Mason spots a new Thomas movie that comes with a free train. It is a crate that says, Wal-Mart. So now apparently Thomas the Train and Wal-Mart are partnering up, NICE! Mason immediately starts freaking out about the movie, and I am totally unwilling to give in. He squeals a ear piiercing squeal and I am still not budging except for looking for the quickest checkout isle. Unfortunately there were two very old ladies infront of us that were witnesses to the screaming and they stopped and turned around to stare. One of them actually covered her ears and said, "Oh Gosh!" Three feet in front of me, to my face!

Oh no she didn't.

It boiled my blood and I lost it. I looked at the two women and said, "He is a child!" in a not very nice tone. The lady looked back at me and said, "And so is his Mother!"

There were so many things that I wanted to scream back at them, but I bit my tongue. I had pity because they were so old, don't ask me why. I just knew I needed to get the hell out before I went even more hormonal on them.

When Pedro came home for lunch, I sheepishly told him what happened. He said, "Good thing I wasn't with you, I would've said something really shocking." After that, we sat around brainstorming all the awesome things I could've said.

*Look Mason, Halloween brings out all the witches!
*Maybe you just need to turn down your Miracle Ear!
*Mason, I hope you never let me get that old and crotchety.

Again, remind me why I still shop at Wal-Mart?

Monday, September 11, 2006

39 weeks and counting!

I am still here. I am throwing up every morning. I have crazy bad diarrhea when I do finally eat something. It is really not good at all.

I have so many emotions running through me that I am sure are totally normal, but I still am scared to death. How am I going to be able to do this? I know that all the love I have for Mason will still be there. But thinking about it realistically, he will have to take a "back seat" often to the new baby. It kills me to think how much that is going to hurt his feelings. I try to tell myself over and over that it is probably a good thing, we have all been through it, and that it is probably the first real life lessons, but it doesn't help my heart from breaking a little each time I think about it.

Mason has been really hard the past week. He is hitting and defiant and pretty much wakes up telling me to "go-away!" Part of me wonders if he is feeling my insecurities. It is hard already, really hard. So this morning my Dad is working from home and came to get Mason for a couple of hours to give me a break. As much as I want to soak up every last minute I have alone with my baby boy, I just can barely function right now and I am sure Mason is having a whole bunch of fun with his Grandpa.
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Friday, September 08, 2006

Who needs some comic relief?

I think my first reaction was, "Is this a joke?" Then I jumped on line and sure enough look for yourself.

Barbie has a pet Tanner and she takes him for walks and he poops just like a real dog. Luckily, Barbie always has her handy dandy pooper scooper with her. Because really, what kind of model citizen would Barbie be if she took Tanner out for walks and left his little nugget poops behind? I'm not sure, but I think the package comes with everything you need, which pheew, good thing! Because who wants to check out at Wal-Mart with accessory poop for Barbie's dog! You think I am kidding, I only wish.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Still Here...

I haven't gone yet, but I have a feeling it may be today or tomorrow. I have been completely pukey for the past 24 hours and can't imagine feeling this flu-ish for the next week. Has anyone else gotten barfy right before having a baby, or is it all in my head? I am so miserable! I can't eat, I slept awful, and I just feel so nauseous. If I don't start to feel a little better later this morning, I am calling my midwife. It is that bad. Wish me luck.

Friday, September 01, 2006

The way over-promised belly shot.

I promised you long enough, so I had to follow through, right? My friend Ms. Mamma came over last night and took a few pictures. She's got mad skillz, yo. Lucky for me she loves to take pictures and is really good at it. She sent me this one late last night, you like?
Belly shot 37.5 weeks
One more thing, you make fun of my pregnant nose, I kill! I am sensitive that way.