Friday, January 26, 2007


YUMMMM....Raspberries..... "Fresh or frozen," I ask. (I was headed out to get groceries.) Thinking that he'd better not say fresh, since I'm not going to pay five bucks for one of those tiny little cartons.

Hubby looks confused.

"What are you wanting them for?"

He still looks confused. Then his eyes light up.

He then proceeds to tell me that he caught video of K blowing raspberries.

It's pretty cute. She blows spit everywhere. But it's pretty darn adorable.

Here's a video.

And here's one of her giggling, just for fun.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Three long (short) years ago

My first contractions started a few minutes past 1am on the 24th of January, 2004.

I was so very excited to actually get the show on the road and meet my precious little one. At the same time, I was scared to death about what was to come. Too late, I guess. I was in for the long haul, I was sure of it.

About that same time, the anxious grandparents-to-be came rushing in, unable to wait any longer to see for themselves that I was really going to give them a granddaughter. In my emotional, scared, hormonal state, I quickly stomped into the room where hubby so blissfully sleeping away and ordered him to get rid of his parents. Once he got over the fuzzy brain from being woken up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night, he obliged me.

It was all so very much more than I thought it would be.

Just a few hours later, I was questioning my ability to deal with labor. Would I make it? Why in the WORLD do women choose to do this more than one time. There's no way I can make....

7:10 am--I know why women choose to do this more than once. As soon as I held my precious baby girl in my arms, it was all clear to me. I would do it five times over (maybe not all in the same day) just for her. I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, whether I should hold her close for fear that she might break, but knowing that if I didn't, I would break. My precious baby girl was in my arms.

My life would never be the same. I was in love.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

***going back three years, here, folks***

Did I just pee my pants???

It certainly felt like it!

I ran to the bathroom and went anyway.

Back at my desk again, I was sure that there was something wrong. When in the world did I start peeing my pants? I was 24 years old, for goodness sakes.

Could it have something to do with being 38 weeks pregnant? AHA!! That was it! Did my water break? What was going on?

I called my friend Mattie downstairs. We were supposed to get together after we got off work. Asked her what she thought. She was sure that it was my water breaking and that I needed to leave and get to the birthing center. I was sure that I could make it through the last 45 minutes of the day. Couldn't I? Maybe not? Should I leave?

OK, I'll go. But don't make a big deal of it. I don't need people checking in on me while I was packing my things. (If I was going to have this baby, then today would be my last day of work.)

Terrified that I would tell everyone at work that my water broke only to show up on Monday morning still pregnant, I made an excuse about feeling sick and headed home.

I'm not sure if it was the spicy Mexican food that I had for lunch, or maybe just the fact that my little one was ready to come out. Either way, it looked like we were going to have a baby.

Once at home, I took a shower and climbed into bed to take one last pre-baby nap. I'm amazed I was able to sleep my heart was racing so fast. But I was. It was bliss.