The Short Story

It was a painful, yet short labor. From start to finish it only lasted about five hours! Compared to my labor with Flowergirl, it was a piece of cake. The second time around was certainly easier, if only because I knew what I was doing a little bit better.

I will definitely post the LONG story soon, for those of you who enjoy all the nitty gritty details! But for now, I’m heading off to spend some time with my new family of four.

Blessings and XOXOXO!

Simply Amazing

Baby Orville has arrived! Those contractions were real after all! He made his grand entrance into the world after just two short (albeit agonizingly painful) hours at the hospital! Giving birth sure is a miracle, even with all the blood, guts, and poop that comes along with it.

I’m praising my Heavenly Father for my healthy baby boy!

Another False Alarm?

It is officially June 20, 2009, and I believe it’s around 4am.

My due date has come and gone…

You may be wondering why the heck I am up so early, blogging away. There’s good news and bad news…

The good news is, I am finally having some worthwhile contractions. They’re at least ten minutes apart still, but they woke me up from my peaceful slumber, so you know they’re good.

The bad news is…they HURRRRT like a…well, let’s just say they HURT. But I guess that bit of news in itself is good and bad. If the contractions didn’t hurt, I’d know they’re not taking me anywhere, right?

Yesterday at the doc’s we got my membranes stripped again (OW!!), but I wasn’t any more dialated than the last time (BUMMER!).

Tobes and I went to see The Proposal with some friends that evening, and it was a hilarious movie. I didn’t laugh until I peed, but I did laugh a lot. And my box of Red Vines and Butterfinger were delicious. I am so glad we got to do something fun to keep my mind off the fact that I was sooo not going into labor, STILL!

But now, am I? Maybe?

These contractions are hurting pretty badly, but I can’t help but wonder…Is this another false alarm?

Thankfully, I do know that God is in control. We’ve been praying a ton that Baby O would come “today,” but when I really stop to ponder it, God knows the due date and has all along, so I know I don’t need to be anxious. Baby O will come when God wants him to come. All I can do is wait patiently. Or semi-patiently…

Wishing you a great weekend, friends! XOXO

Sad, but True

I just read the recent “Top Search Terms” for my blog. They made me giggle, but at the same time what they reveal about my blog lately is rather sad.

I AM A HAPPY PERSON! I PROMISE!

SEE???? What pregnant woman do you know who is that happy to be on her computer? (By the way, the beer in front of those towels is not mine! Although I wish it was…)

I admit I have been blogging a bit on the negative side lately. But that is not the person I usually am. Truly, people, I am happy go lucky and bubbly and usually I don’t let things get to me. I guess this pregnancy is affecting my hormones more than I thought. Anyway, without further ado, here they are:

*my wife thought she was having our baby but it was a false alarm *mad pregnant woman
*what happen when a pregnant woman gets mad
*i am pregnant and extremely mad

Lovely.

XOXO!

My Blood Pressure is Rising, and it’s Not Because of Baby Orville. (WARNING: This is a major rant! Keep in mind I am almost 40 weeks pregnant and cut me some slack.)

As I wait for Baby Orville to arrive, Flowergirl and I are staying with my parents in Oregon. I love my parents dearly, but my father and I did not have the best relationship growing up. He has a quick and fiery temper, and being the super sensitive girl that I am, needless to say we always had “issues.”

Dad and Flowergirl’s “thing” is to get into the hot tub together in the evenings. She is three and full of energy; he is old and acts old. But does he really need to sit there and yell at her when she screams and splashes?

Just a moment ago she was shrieking a bit, which, granted, is annoying, but she is outside playing in the water, and what three year old girl doesn’t squeal a little while water playing? But still, I hear her grandpa just yelling at her, “Stop screaming!”

Now, I am no perfect mother, but I rarely, rarely yell at Flowergirl. And it irks me to no end when my father does that to her. And since our relationship is the way it is, if I even tried to say something it would turn into a HUGE ordeal where he’d get all pissed off and nothing would be resolved.

So here I am sitting at the computer, all tense, trying my best not to blow up at my dad, and my mom looks at me like, “What’s wrong honey?”

The next time Flowergirl screams, before my father can yell at her again I say sternly but kindly, “Flowergirl, please don’t yell. Grandpa does not like that, and you will have to get out of the hot tub if you don’t stop.”

And then my mom looks at me and says, “Well she is just a kid!” SERIOUSLY??? Am I the one freaking out and yelling because she is squealing a little!?

Lord Jesus, PLEASE give me patience and peace, because I feel like I am going to explode!

Dear Contractions,

You’ve changed. When I was in labor with Flowergirl, you were steadfast and sure, increasingly painful all the way up to the very end. What’s happened to you? Now you’re intermittent, weak, wishy washy and just plain annoying. You’re acting like a teenage girl who can’t make up her mind on a prom dress, and I’m tired of it.

From now on, I’m ignoring you. When you come and go, I am going to pretend like you don’t even exist. You just wait and see how it feels when you come creeping up and I don’t even give you the time of day. Then maybe, just maybe, you’ll shape up and realize it’s time to get serious.

Just so you know, I can have this baby with…or without you. Just think about that for awhile.

Sincerely,
A Tired-of-Waiting Mommy

Is This It???

I’ve spent the evening watching TLC, and as usual, all sorts of baby shows are on. My contractions have been gaining frequency and strength, but they still don’t hurt. Could it be that it’s time, or is this just another false alarm?

Tobes had to drive back home earlier this evening so he can make it to work in the morning, so if I do go into labor tonight I’ll have to call him and hope and pray he makes the two hour drive back here before Baby Orville comes. I guess I never mentioned to ya’ll that although I live in Cali, I’m delivering in Oregon. There are several reasons for this–maybe I’ll get into them later. Right now I’m just feeling a little blah, so this post is going to stay short and sweet.

Is this it? Pessimistic mommy here is thinking it’s another false alarm, but hoping it’s the real thing! I’ll keep you posted!

XOXO!

Can I Get a Baby Up In Here?

Last doc’s appointment we found out our due date is actually the 19th (not the 28th, which we originally thought). I’m guessing our original doctor failed to mention this change to us at the beginning, and then the rest of the docs we saw just figured we knew. I’m pretty ecstatic to get Baby Orville out of me and start our new life as a family of four!

However, I am beginning to wonder if Baby Orville feels the same way. At yesterday’s appointment, I was dialated to 3 cm, and our doctor stripped my membranes. (Ouch! But it put me into labor with Flowergirl, so I said, “Go for it!”) At around ten last night I began to have some strong contractions, and I had about three an hour until midnight, when we decided to get some sleep. Honestly, I thought Orville was coming. I envisioned waking up around three and knowing it was time to go to the hospital.

Obviously my night did not go as planned. Instead I slept well and woke up at ten a.m. I got a good night’s sleep, but the contractions stopped! Here we are at two in the afternoon, and I have had a whopping ONE contraction today even though we’ve spent the entire day walking around and playing outside. BIG BUMMER.

Wait a second, I think I’m getting one now. Okay, fine. That brings our grand total up to TWO contractions. And they don’t even hurt.

Baby Orville, are you ever going to grace us with your presence? Am I actually going to have to wait for your due date?

Love, Mommy

Did She Really Say That?

The other day we had two “Oh my goodness, did she really just say that out loud?” incidences in public places.

Our neighbors were recently evicted, and they left behind one of their five pets; a cat, CJ. Flowergirl noticed that the neighbors were gone suddenly but that the cat was left behind, and so I explained to her that the neighbors had left their kitty and that it wasn’t nice of them. We feed CJ now, and he has basically become our outside cat.

In Safeway we ran into these neighbors, and they asked us if we’d seen CJ. Their story was he “ran off” while they were moving. My reply was, “Yes, we’ve been feeding him.” We didn’t have much else to say so we headed off to finish our shopping. A few aisles down, Flowergirl LOUDLY stated, “Mommy, our neighbors left CJ and that’s not nice!”

Oh dear. I’m not sure if they heard her, but I would not be surprised because her voice sure can carry, just like most three year olds’.

Later that same day in Walgreens, a female employee who happened to have a very deep voice (as in, so deep if my eyes were closed I would not have been able to tell she was a female) asked us if we needed any help.

We walked a few steps before Daisy exclaimed, “Mommy, that’s not a lady!”

“Yes, she is a lady,” I whispered, embarrassed.

“No, it’s not!” She insisted.

Isn’t it fun taking toddlers to the store?

Diary of a Mad Pregnant Woman Part 2

Last night I slept atrociously. Hopefully my husband will forgive me for practically tearing the bed apart with all my tossing and turning, not to mention the seventeen trips to the bathroom. And then there were the dreams… I had an ex boyfriend dream in which not one but TWO exes made an appearance. Then I dreamed I was a prostitute. Then I dreamed I went into labor and had twins (and it didn’t hurt AT ALL!). And for the very first time ever during this pregnancy, I got a leg cramp/Charlie Horse thing from hell. It was agony! My leg is still sore. To top it all off, I woke up when Tobes’ alarm went off at 5ish and couldn’t get back to sleep. Ohhhhhh the joys of pregnancy!

Most days, I am ready to be done with this pregnancy. But then I remember I still have a month to go. Secretly I am hoping that the doctors have the due date a month off…does that ever happen? Maybe I can be the first…

Yesterday I ran into a good friend and her husband at the store. Her helpful hubby decided to share his opinion of pregnancy weight gain. According to him, women shouldn’t be so upset over all the weight they gain during pregnancy, because, these are his exact words, “They snap right back to their normal size right after the baby’s born.” For real? This is coming from a man who’s wife has had two kids. My friend and I just looked at him with our eyebrows raised. There really were no words…

Let’s look on the bright side, though. I can think of one benefit to having a big belly. When I’m at the grocery store in one of those narrow aisles, I can use my belly to push everyone out of the way so I can get what I want without having to wait! Have I ever actually done that though? Well….No. But I’ve wanted to!

I have to face it. I am just not one of those lucky women who loves being pregnant. I do not have a glow, and my weight gain has not been “all baby.” But I do believe that pregnancy and childbirth, and motherhood as well, are amazing privileges that God gave to women as a gift in the beginning of time. So even though I like to joke (and sometimes moan and complain) about how much this pregnancy business sucks, deep down I know that I am involved in something magical and wonderful, and I really do thank God for including me in the preggo club.

XOXO!