First Day of School......

I felt like Marlin off of Finding Nemo this morning. Overprotective and Scared. "It's the first day of school" are the first words I heard when I woke up this morning. I wanted to grab onto Lakelyn and tell her she did not have to go but I refrained and acted just as excited as she did. Jason knew I was having a hard time because I started crying last night before we went to bed. We got all dressed in our "uniform," which I also had a hard time with at first. I did not understand why a 5 year old had to wear a planned outfit to kindergarten. Polo shirt and skirt or pants in the color of black, khaki, grey or blue jean. Eventually I got over the dress code. I really had no choice. It was the rule.....I don't think we did so bad though

Anyway, after we ate breakfast we all loaded up and headed to school. We arrived at the school along with the other one million parents and I began to feel hot. Not because it was 90 degrees outside but because I was nervous. My baby was starting school! We made our way to the classroom and I could just feel the excitement radiating off of Lake's little hand. She was soooo ready to be in big school and I was soooo ready to breakdown..........

We walked into the classroom greeted by the sweetest teacher ever! She seemed so full of enthusiasm and ready for a great year. You know, like she was born to teach. Lakelyn found her name at the table, her spot on the rug and that was it. She was in big school. Kindergarten. I looked at Jason with a sad look and he knew it was time to go. We walked out of the front doors and I managed to hold it together.

I looked at the clock a gazillion times waiting for time to get in the car rider line. I arrived about 35 minutes before school was out. Obviously there were other parents more anxious than me because I was behind about 50 cars. I waited patiently for my baby who had become an official big girl today. When she got into the car all she said was "Mommy, I love school!" At that moment I was the proudest parent ever.

Of course, I teared up behind my sunglasses......

Lucky.....

Sometimes my husband just amazes me........

We are sitting at the house this weekend and nothing was really happening. Jason was surfing any Alabama Football website ever invented and I was nesting for the gazillionth time......Dusting, vacuuming, mopping the floors, packing diaper bags, etc. All of those things that I have done preparing for the birth that seems like is never going to take place.

Anyway.........I decided to take a break and have some ice water and watch Lifetime Movies for a bit. All of a sudden, Jason has a burst of energy and announces he is going to paint my bathroom.

Huh?

I was shocked. For those of you that don't know, I have been wanting my bathroom painted for a while now. We have painted many rooms since we moved into our home in March and Jason is an excellent painter. We have had so much going on I just thought I was going to have to wait until all other home improvements were done. Well, I got a great suprise!
He got out the Charcoal Grey paint mixed by the one and only David Goggins (my daddy) and began painting away. In no time it was finished! B-E-A-U-tiful!

Maybe Jason was doing a little nesting of his own.......

Here's a pic of the finished product

AND......Not only does he paint, but he builds birdhouses

Creates new sidewalks ( still in progress)

Makes the best kabobs EVER...........

And most importantly, he is a great daddy and wonderful husband!

I feel like the luckiest girl alive!

False Alarm

The time is just not now. For the past few days I have been contracting. Nothing new. But yesterday I noticed more contractions so I decided to keep track of them on paper. I did not want to get my hopes up but I wanted to make sure I was not just wishfully convincing myself I was in labor. I had listened to the doctor and knew exactly when to call this time. He wants me to call when they are 5 minutes apart.....I knew I could do this..... I will not be sent home this time........
I started writing. Every 3.5 - 4 minutes my pencil was scribbling the time on a yellow sticky note.......I started to get scared and excited. I thought this was going to be the day I met my son....
My contractions did get harder and more frequent. Jason had mentally prepared himself to become a daddy within the next day or so. We arrived at the hospital, safely. I had my camouflage pillow in one hand and Jason was holding the other. We ran into a PreNatal Tour Group on the way to the elevator. I wanted to do a cart wheel for them because I was so excited and ready for this to be over but I just smiled and waved instead. They were all cheering and telling us congratulations....
I got to the unit and hopped onto the monitor. Contraction time........2 minutes apart. Steady.
We thought this meant baby. We called Jason's parents and mine in Alabama. We wanted them to know it could be soon. Well.........not soon enough.
After several hours of 1-2 minute contractions lasting 80-90 seconds each, the nurse decided to check me again.
NO CHANGE IN MY CERVIX.
WHAT?!?!!!????
I was mortified!
I was hurting all of this time for nothing!?!?
After the nurse spoke to my doctor, it got even worse. She entered the room with a syringe. I knew what was coming next. OUCH! She filled my muscle with that magic medicine that STOPS CONTRACTIONS! My doctor said it would just be best to stop them, monitor over night again and for me to come to the office on Wednesday. Bummer.

Oh Happy Day........

A little update on our delivery status.
As we drove to the doctor today I was a little anxious about the visit. Bedrest has been for the birds and I am so tired of waddling.
Jason and I arrived at the office and got the first bit of good news. I only gained 1 (that's right....) ONE POUND!!!! Yay Me!
Next we went into the exam. Now this is probably one of the most uncomfortable things for me. But, it must be done. Still sitting at 2 cm and my cervix is the same too. BUT, the doctor gave us the second bit of good news........
I can have him at any time now. Bear is measuring a little ahead of his date and my OB says whenever he wants to show his face we'll be ready. No more meds to stop contractions and I can get up and move around a little! Nothing major but atleast I can cook and clean some now.
Jason is very excited! I am very excited! WE ARE EXCITED! This is what we have been waiting on for 9 months. Our perfect little boy!
Now all we have to do is just sit and wait. No more worrying about stopping labor. No more caution with walking or sitting!
I wonder if he is going to be late??????????? I told Jason that would be just our luck.........

Ready and Waiting....

It has been about a week now since our labor scare. I have been on bedrest and it is super boring but I refuse to complain too much. Since we were rushed into thinking our little man was on his way to making his debut super early, we decided it would be a good idea to get his room finished. Just in case.......

We have the crib, dresser, pack and play, stroller, etc, etc, etc all ready for a baby. And of course his little Alabama moblie that plays the tune "Yea Alabama"





I am pretty sure this is Jason's favorite part of the room besides the "Spirit of the Bear" pic on the wall.




So for now, we are just waiting.......

Call The Coast Guard.........

Ok, so after my whiny post the other night about pregnancy I decided to treat myself to a brownie (or two). I went to bed missing Jason because he was out of town in Dallas working and I had a slight tummy ache......Throughout the night my stomach kept hurting and when I woke up, it still hurt. I went to work like usual because I thought if something was wrong that was the best place to be (I work in a Maternal Fetal Medicine doctor's office.) I got put on the monitor and low and behold, my contractions were 3 minutes apart....Yes, 1 -2 -3 minutes apart.
So, to keep from crying all I could do was laugh. Thank goodness my boss was there and he has a great sense of humor and he was able to lighten the mood as well as Debi.......

Mama called the doctor and the doctor said...Go Straight To The Hospital.
Called Jason first, no answer.

Thanks to Debi Fantastic, I got dropped off right at the front door of the hospital. As I waddled up to antepartum, my mind was racing. What am I going to do if I have a baby in the next few days? His crib is not even at our house! Jason is out of town! Keep in mind Lakelyn was born at 32 weeks. There was still so much to do. I checked in and was admitted into an "observation unit." I knew this meant they just wanted to see if I really was contracting or just whining. Contracting was the verdict.
As the whirlwind of monitoring, oxygen masks flying, and turning from side to side every 30 seconds was continuing, I tried to call Jason. I was unaware at this time that my husband was on a boat in the middle of a lake 4.5 hours away with no phone. I began to panic when I was told I had to stay. Which meant, No Going Home!!!!!!!!! Yikes!

Call The Coast Guard! I'm in Labor!!!!! These were my first thoughts as I changed rooms, got new nurses and settled into my not-so-comfy bed. With the help of wonderful friends, I did not have to call the Coast Guard. They did. Notification was made and within moments of Jason getting the message I heard his voice. What a relief! He made it to the hospital and by then the chaos had ended. I had been given several shots to stop the contractions. Steroids to beef up Bear's lungs and an ultrasound to check his weight. Luckily the medicine worked and the contractions almost completely stopped. I thank the Lord for all of the prayers that were answered. ( This is exactly how Lakelyn arrived early. The medicine just made her mad.....)

So, I'm home now. ON COMPLETE BED REST!!!!!!!!! YUCK!!!!!!!!
No cooking, No cleaning, No sitting for long periods (I'm typing fast) Only up to take showers and move from the bed to the couch. I have medicine to stop the contractions if they start back up regularly. I can sit for small amounts of time which will allow me to be able to work some from home......(Thanks Dr. R!) It is different when you want to lay down and when you HAVE to lay down.
Thank goodness I have an awesome husband! He is ready to take it all on full speed ahead!

So my promise is not not whine anymore about the ailments of pregnancy. I want him to cook a little longer before he makes his debut. No more complaining because I have figured out the hard way that you just might get what you ask for...........Like it or not!

Just Once.......

There are so many wonderful things about having a life growing inside of you. It is an unexplainable feeling. Just knowing that my son will soon be in my arms is almost enough to make me not 'blog all about it' tonight. However, I just gotta say this. No one EVER shares the ailments that come along with being pregnant. You never hear anyone say how miserable you will be at the end of your pregnancy. You never hear anyone say that the frustration of constant reflux or urination will one day make you cry. I am in no way, shape, form or fashion taking this miracle for granted, but what I am saying is that men have no idea what we go through during pregnancy. My husband has dealt very well with my hormonal outbursts and cries. I just wonder if he along with every other father would think differently if they just once had to carry a baby for 40 weeks.


Yes, I am whining a little.

Yes, I am ready to have Bear.

I just once would like to see a man gain 40 pounds, pee every time they cough, laugh, sneeze or cry, ride the hormonal rollercoaster and do it all with a smile after they vacuum, dust, iron and do the dishes. Not to mention the stretch marks and cellulite. Or the fact that just a simple shower will wear you out!

Don't get me wrong, I love feeling my son move inside of me. In fact, that is always what I miss the most after I deliver. I am so very thankful that Jason and I have created a son together. I do not, however, like the indigestion, sleepless nights, prego waddle, or the tinkle factory that I am now the president of........... I think it is so easy for a man to become a father. But just once I want him to experience all of the "greatness" that comes along with pregnancy............Can I get an AMEN?