The Final Countdown

Well, my due date has come and gone (the 29th), which sucks, but I was prepared for that possibility.  My parents and little sister were all here in town this weekend and it was really, really good to spend some time with them since it's been about a year since I've seen them.  They left Monday morning to drive up to see my older brother Jeff and his wife Rachel for a couple days in Rochester, and then sometime during the week they'll head down to New Jersey to see my older brother Mike and his wife and daughter (who is about 6 months older than Baby).  They'll be back down here in Raleigh though at the end of this weekend to spend just about a week with Tucker and I and little Baby, who will for sure be making her appearance by Sunday night or early Monday morning.

That's right, the induction is scheduled.  Sunday June 5th I'm set to go in at 830pm to be induced if I haven't gone in to labor before then.  I had a doctor's appointment this morning to get "checked", and not gonna lie, it was majorly uncomfortable and even just a tad painful.  We found out that I'm basically not dilated at all, but I am 75% effaced (which I'm still not completely sure what that means even after my sis-in-law Katie explained it to me) so that's apparently good.

Now while I'm ok with waiting till Sunday for things to get rolling, I'd much rather have something happen earlier than that, so Thursday night when Tucker and I head up to Durham to play D&D Katie (my sister-in-law) is going to have a delicious (ha!) caster oil milkshake waiting for me.  Yum yum.... haha!  While I'm sure this will be gross, I'm totally fine with trying it just to see if it jump starts labor for me, cause that'd be nice.  Yeah.  And if nothing happens after drinking it, then oh well.  It doesn't hurt to try!

So anyways, that's about it I guess.  We're pretty much just killing time now and twiddling our fingers.  Hopefully the song "The Final Countdown" doesn't stay stuck in my head all week, cause it's been playing in my head all morning so far.

Playing the waiting game

Pretty dang bored at the moment.

No baby yet.  Nothing really going on either. 

Our sister-in-law Stephanie got to town last weekend and has been staying with us while she looks for an apartment.  Not gonna lie, I'm glad it's her and not us that has to look for an apartment; super stressful.  She did find one that she really likes that's only about 5ish minutes away from us (and in our ward, woot!) that we're hopeful about.  If they aren't approved for it, I think we'll all be really surprised seeing as Tucker's parents are co-signing with them.

It's strange to think that we're down into single digit days for the arrival of little Baby.  Even stranger sometimes to think that the little alien moving around inside of me is actually going to have a face soon... and not be in me anymore.  I think I'll be glad to "have my body back" to myself again.  I'm sick of sleeping on my sides, and not being able to get up off the couch, and not being able to bend over. 

Next week Jenna gets here on Wednesday which should be super fun since I haven't seen her in like a year.  My parents won't get here until Saturday.  And hopefully Baby will decide to make her entrance at a convenient time for everyone (and not late either).

So that's it for now.  When stuff starts to happen, I'm hoping that we'll be able to keep everyone posted through facebook and what not. 

A lovely Saturday

Yesterday while I was waiting for our laundry to finish up in the dryers I drove around our neighborhood a little bit to figure out exactly where the parks were near us (so that I can go there in a couple months with Baby and take walks).  I decided that instead of doing basically nothing today (Saturday), I would bribe Tucker to go on a walk with me at a trail near our apartment by first going on a picnic.  Now, for most people, a picnic is probably not really much of a bribe, but to Tucker, picnic = KFC.  I guess that's the only time that he ever really had it as a kid--and as an adult, as well, I suppose. 

Back before we were married, we tried to have a KFC picnic once at Rock Canyon Park (I think that's what it's called... the park behind the Provo Temple), but it was totally crashed by bees, and I'm pretty sure I made Tucker pack everything up and we ate at his apartment.  Bee free's the way to be!

Anywho, the weather was perfect, the area was beautiful, and there weren't any bees!  Most excellent picnic.  I even remembered to take some pictures while we were there.

The delicious spread.

The colossal 'jug' of lemonade.

Aw, so cute!

Yeah.........

And I thought the lemonade container was colossal, haha!

Our picnic spot.  See?!  Totally beautiful.

Apparently I was wrong

If you'll think back a few posts, I related my story of the tornado that went through Raleigh.  I mentioned that while Tucker and I were hiding out in our hallway I took a few pictures but deleted them because they were gross looking.  Remember?  Yeah, found out that that's not entirely true just a few minutes ago while I was uploading some other pictures.  They are definitely gross looking (at least the portion of the pictures that is me are), but what the heck, I'll post them anyway.

 Notice the grossness.... please disregard.

 The little radio that was our lifeline to the outside world.

There ya have it.  Just thought I'd share.

What's in a name?

Picking the name that a person is going to be called the rest of their life is just kind of a daunting task.  I can understand how some people pick their child's name before they're born because they like a name (or whatever), and I've got a list of names that I like, but every time I think I'm getting closer to pinning down one that I like "the best" I completely change my mind.

What if I get sick of the name a few years down the road?  It's happened before with me.  There were names that I absolutely loved in high school and was positive that I would someday use for my children, but I can't stand them now.  Also, what if the name we chose isn't easy to scold with, or call from across the house, or some such thing?  Seriously stressful.

I'm posting about this because my little name poll has closed, and the obvious winner was 'Charlotte'.  But I can already tell you we don't know if this will be her name.  We're not even sure anymore if we're going to use the names that were on our original "short list".  So there.

We just can't bring ourselves to name little Baby before we meet her.  After all, she has to look like a Charlotte, or an Emmeline, or whatever, if we're going to name her that and we have yet to see her.  Maybe we'll just use the nickname my parents have given her--Roscoe.

Very frustrating.

Bored again

I don't know about the rest of you bloggers out there, but I kind of really enjoy playing with how my blog looks (even though I don't post all that often) and seem to be changing it constantly.  My apologies.  It entertains me when I have nothing else to do. 

Also, I'm noticing lately that I'm short of breath, like, all the time.  I've also found that I hold my breath, thus making my shortness of breath problem even more annoying.  Huzzah for having a person inside of you squishing your lungs!

Holy Moley it's May

It's kind of hard to believe that after all the waiting and daydreaming, May has finally arrived.  I know this probably sounds fairly stupid, but I still don't think it's fully hit me exactly how drastically my life will be changing in a few short weeks.  It's still hard to believe that there's actually a baby inside of me right now even though she moves all the time to make her presence known.  What if I'm not ready for this?

Ha.  Funny that after 9 months of feeling confident that I could totally handle whatever was coming my way with this I'm finally starting to have worries and doubts.  It's only natural though, I suppose.  Still... I'm nervous. 

People have asked me throughout the whole pregnancy if I was worried about labor and such, and honestly, I really wasn't.  I've known for quite some time that I was going to be getting an epidural.  I have no false ideas about me being a pansy when it comes to pain.  Certainly if it came down to it, I would have little Baby naturally if I needed to, but I really don't want to. :)  But now that I could potentially go into labor any day, I'm feeling anxious about the pain that I'm going to experience before I get the blessed relief of an epidural.  Not only that, but I'm really, really worried about the pain/uncomfortableness that will come after baby is born. 

I know I'll survive it all though, and it's going to be one of the best experiences of my life.  And I'm super grateful that I'll have more than one sister-in-law close by to help me out or give me advice if I need it. 

I guess what it comes down to is: we're ready for you Baby.

Bring it on!