The Birth of Michael Emmett

Michael Emmett is here! Finally, he is here. I feel like we have been waiting forever and also like it all happened so FAST!

I want to post about the birth but I am not 100% sure I can be objective about it right now. It was everything (well mostly) I wanted but when I get to the end, the only words I can come up with are "horror show". So, I'm not sure about telling about it in great detail. So to start, I am just going to write about the beginning.

Saturday night I started having contractions before bed. I had them ALL night and was getting pretty pumped but as soon as I got up Sunday they disappeared. Sunday night, they started up again and I was pretty annoyed. I had already missed a ton of sleep and didn't want to deal with another night like Saturday. The contractions lasted all night but were manageable. When I got up on Monday they didn't go away so I was happy. I tried to stay busy, I cleaned some, walked some, and the contractions stuck with me. In the afternoon I decided to take a nap before taking Reghanne to choir and when I got up the contractions started going crazy. They went from 15 minutes to 3-4 minutes apart so we left the kids with my mom and headed to the hopsital. We were so excited!

I had them ALL the way to the hospital, sat down on the bed ith the monitor and they stopped. Like, almost completely. NONE, ZIP, NADA. The nurse told me about how to determine "real" labor. I wanted to punch her. We came home and went to bed around 10 ish.

Suddenly I am exhausted... I guess reliving it is making me tired :) Plus I did just have a baby... I will write more tomorrow!

Praying for labor...

You are all really supportive. I am hearing from a lot of you everyday, "Have you had that baby yet?" It is nice to know that everyone is thinking of me and BBQ and my family. I just want to ask you to pray for labor. I know God has a perfect plan and that his timing is always right.

It really isn't so much about actually being pregnant for me anymore. I am fairly used to it and pain free. I walked half a mile yesterday and jumped over a four foot barb wire fence, I can still put my shoes on, I'm not disabled. I can still do basically every physical task (not as well, mind you) that other people will allow me to do.

The issue at this point is that they will only allow me to "go" so long. At my appointment yesterday my doc mentioned that she would be comfortable using "some pitocin" on me. If you don't know my history, I have had a c-section, labor inducing medication can be dangerous. I am beginning to wonder if another c-section is in my future. The recovery from which was VERY difficult for me last time and I can only assume would be even more difficult with a clingy two year old. It also would put the nail in the coffin of me every having a regular birth again, and I am not sure I could face a fourth pregnancy knowing full well I am set for a third c-section.

So please say a prayer for us today. Instead of laying in bed cuddling my new baby, I am going to go to co-op and cuddle other people's babies.

That is all.

Oh Heather, Where art thou?

I'm here. I am alive. I am PREGNANT! Which is not news because I have been pregnant forever. I think what I mean to say is that I am still pregnant.

Things have been CAAARRAAAZZZAAAYYY! My mom and I switched houses. So basically, we moved, one week before my due date, with two days notice. Everything is a mess but whatevs! The house is big and there is room for us all which is nice. We have a playroom again! YAYA!

The day we moved Denton seemed fine all day. We had been packing for two days and we had moved a couple of boxes in the van and none of that really bothered him. The movers came and things changed! When they started moving out the furniture it was like watching someone who was watching someone rob them. When they took the couch out he was reaching his hand out crying and screaming "NO, my chouch MY CHOUCH!!!" and then GASP! they picked up DADDY'S CHAIR, and the world pretty much ended. The little booger was traumatized. He even kinda freaked when we took the bean bag to our own car. He does love the new house (we all kinda do!). But he calls it Bubby's house still. Someday maybe he will realize it is his house and we aren't just hanging out!

I'll let you know if BBQ (baby question mark, for those of you who are uniformed) is ever born.

That is all.

A Mommy Thought Process...

9 months pregnant and feelin' it! So far today I have been to Costco, Kroger, the bank, made 18 sausage, egg, and cheese mcmuffins for Clint's breakfast, and started me and D's laundry. Suffice it to say, I am exhausted... So I think, Denton is watching TV, I will rest on the couch.

I lay down. and here is what happens...

1. Realize I am watching Wow, Wow, Wubbzy and see that the remote is across the room on Clint's chair.

2. Get up to get the remote and decide to refill my water bottle in case I get thirsty whilst resting.

3. Walk in to the kitchen and start doing dishes from my earlier cooking session because the sink is too full to get water.

4. Realize I am starving, walk in to the laundry room to get a granola bar (this is where I store the Costco size boxes of stuff)

5. Realize the laundry is ready to go in the dryer. However, the dryer is full of the hubby's clothes so I take those to the bedroom. Denton sees me and wants to have his cup.

6. Bring Denton his cup. Go back to the laundry room and change out my laundry.

7. Lay down on the couch with no water and no remote and realize.... I need to go to the bathroom.

Kind of afraid to get up again, I may never get back to the couch!

That is all.

I'm in LABOR....

oh wait... no I am not. There are a lot of "signs" you are in labor. None of them are pretty and apparently, none of them mean a dang thing! Every time I develop one of these lovely symptoms I google it to see if it means anything and the most common answer is "Yes this means labor is coming but it could be hours, days or even weeks" Um, hello, DUH! I am 37 weeks pregnant... I think it is pretty obvious that I will go into labor sometime in the next few weeks. Thanks!

I did just recently have a baby, but I never made it to 37 weeks with him, so I haven't been this pregnant in 10 years. In addition, despite the fact that this is my third child, I have never "gone into labor" before. So, this is all new to me.

And apparently never going to happen. As Ron Washington would say "That's the way preggo go." Except he would say baseball but that doesn't really fit here.

That is all.

I run funny....

Denton likes running away these days. We go to check the mail he runs, we get out of the car he runs, and tonight we were at the park and he decided to run. He says "I run mama" and takes off. The thing about him running is that if he runs, I have to catch him somehow, which means I will most likely have to run. He likes to run as much as I dislike it. At 35 weeks pregnant, I just don't run well. I am sure the other parents though it was awesome... who doesn't need a laugh here and there.

I am starting to re-think my opposition to baby leashes.

That is all.

What I'm doin' these days!

Well, I was just sitting here thinking in my head that I bet everyone is like "Man, I wonder what Heather is doing?" So I figured I would tell you.

Firstly, I am growing a person. He is pretty much all done cookin' in there, we just have to put on the finishing touches (you know like breathing etc). I have been a paranoid skitz for about 3 weeks because I am afraid he will come early like Denton did. He must be coming soon because I have an unbelievable urge to clean things and that just really isn't my MO. I vacuumed twice in a week long period! TWICE! Obviously something is seriously wrong with me. I am also afraid that my baby will be born and my laundry basket will be filled with dirty underwear. I don't know why I care about this but I am constantly trying to do laundry to insure that this doesn't happen. It's not like Clint would do the laundry and see the dirty underwear or anything, but the though of this scenario completely freaks me out.

I am also cooking lots of foods because I am HUNGRY!! I only have a few weeks left to try to gain a billion pounds and I am working tirelessly to achieve this goal. Today I made Pumpkin French Toast and White Bubble Pizza. Both were good but the pizza was Ah-mazing.... I am considering going back in for more, finishing it and telling Clint I was too tired to cook. This week I also made a no-bake pumpkin cheesecake, from scratch too! Look Mom, no box!

Let's see, I am also busy because I have a 10 year old that is in everything. We have choir once, soccer practice twice, and a game (or two) every week. Three days a week my husband and I exchange the Denton at 6 and don't meet up again until 8. Last weekend I thought I was going to run my feet off of my body. Friday I watched my gma, went to a soccer game, had dinner with extended family. Got up at 8 am for a soccer game on Saturday, came straight home to a Crimewatch block party, left there to a skating party, and drove from there to Music for Mika. I thought I was going to die at the end of the day, but I didn't so there's that and that is pretty awesome.

So anyways, five more weeks to "D" day! Sono in the AM to make sure he still has plenty of water in the pool, can't wait to see his skeleton-y, scary face again!

That is all.