An update

We're slowly adjusting to life with two. My mom has been a Godsend!!! I am finally able to pump enough milk to make an extra bottle for nighttime, so my mom has spent a few nights here and taken "Millie duty" for me to get caught up on sleep. I still have to wake up and pump every 4 hours, about the time I sprout some majorly rock star cleavage, but it's still a tremendous help and I feel better than I have felt in two weeks!

It's still a a major feat to actually get showered during the day- it's amazing how easily you forget how much work newborns are. I had grand plans to get all of my holiday decorations up before Thanksgiving... but they remain in the basement. Everyday I think I'll get to it, but then I wake up, get my 3-year old fed, get her dressed, comb her huge lion's mane of hair (which is NO small task!), eat breakfast, contemplate showering but put it off, feed the baby, change the baby, change her again since she poops right after I change her every time... you get the idea.
Before I know it I am exhausted and it's time for bed!

My next blog will be the birth story... prepare yourselves- not for the faint hearted!! LOL

Just like ridin' a bike

So, I've been absent from my blog this week. With the introduction of our newest little family addition I've had to give up some nice-eties like regular blogging... reading books... showering... sleeping... eating... you get the idea.
Having two is definitely a transition. Some things are much more difficult to juggle. Last night we have two kids crying at once. That was a first. It's really tough juggling your attention between wanting to love and entertain a 3-year old and wanting to rock and snuggle a 1-week old- all while sitting on an ice pack... I know...

My two sweethearts:


But some thing are easier the second time around. I have to admit we have a little bit of 2nd baby syndrome going around our house. Last night my husband dropped the pacifier on the floor. He picked it up, looked at it quizzically and popped it back in Amelia's mouth. This is the same man, who 3 years ago with our first would have abruptly ran to the kitchen, disinfected the pacifier with a microsteam bag and then inspected it closely. Then and only then would he have dared give it back to our little bundle of joy. We are also more laid back about the frets and fussing of a newborn. 3 years ago we looked at each other in sheer terror every time our baby so much as furrowed her brow. We ran to her every whimper, trying to just stop the crying! This time around, we look at each other, look away and both try to pretend it's the other person's turn to comfort her. In my defense, I am extremely sleep deprived from multiple night feedings so you can see why I feel it is his turn!

All in all, it's definitely a transition. A tough one. I have a whole slew of physical and emotional complaints, but some may not be suited for my dear readers so you'll just have to use your imagination.

And then there were four!

Story to come later I promise. Check out more pics here!

It's a...............

"Failed indcution." What does that mean? You go through all of the labor and end up no closer to a baby than when you started. What causes this? A stubborn cervix. I'm sorry to my squeamish readers out there- it's just the plain truth. Google it. While you're at it Google "crabby-ass-miserable pregnant person" and you will see a glowing mug shot of ME- my huge, puffy, still very pregnant face. Who knew. Where's that chapter in my What to Expect When You're Expecting book?

Please Lord- show me some Mercy and let labor #2 be successful. We begin Labor 2.1 at 6 AM tomorrow morning. So, I'm off to my hospital bed for another cozy night of restlessness.

And then there were four...

OK, just kidding, not quite yet. I know I have been really absent this week. Sometimes that happens when you're like 62 weeks pregnant and miserable. But I do have some news to report.

Tuesday evening we'll be admitted to the hospital for an induction early Wednesday AM! I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. I guess I've been thinking a lot about snuggling with a new born and how they smell and how they are so sweet and all, and neglected to remember that you kind of have to actually GIVE BIRTH and all first. Like, it's a whole long process that is feared by humans everywhere! It's kind of hitting home that 24 hours from now I'll be writhing in pain, cursing the man I married, all the while the doctors are saying whimsically, "Oh look Dad, we're crowning!" Yeah, I forgot all that.

But, God willing, things will go quickly and we'll have our bundle of joy here before we know it!

Thanks to the miracle of wireless internet and laptops, I hope to check in from the hospital in the next day or two.

Thanks for all the well wishes! Now it's off to my last night of uninterrupted sleep!!!

We're not in Kansas anymore

I was reading one of those blogs I read- a cute, young, single gal living it up in the big city, and lo' and behold I see a comment on her blog, from one of my real life friends. They were discussing the merits of "couple costumes" and their total lameness. So, um, I guess it's time for me to confess something...

We have done the couple costume. 2 years ago at a Halloween party we were the Spartan cheerleaders, you know, Will Ferrell & Cheri O'Terri from Saturday Night Live. It was pretty funny if you ask me- but apparently if you ask cute, young single gals it was actually lame. But I could argue, that there are stipulations on couple costumes and that if they are in fact raunchy, satirical or otherwise meant to be comedic, then they are acceptable. Like, if you are imitating Brittney Spears and Kevin Federline= funny. Sarah Palin and Barack Obama=funny.

Well, this year we may have ventured into the, "that's actually the lamest thing I've ever seen" territory. Not only did we do the cutesie couple thing, but we incorporated our darling child too.

Well, in our defense, we knew this would be one of the last things we could do with just her, before baby #2 makes it's big appearance, so we went ahead and bit the bullet. And I have to admit, lame family costume and all, it was so worth it to see her smile!!! (That being said I think we'll stick to just dressing her up from now on!)