......whew

Tra-la! Presenting Caleb Joshua! 9 pounds 3.4 ounces...VBAC. That's right VBAC. I was supposed to go in for a C-section on Saturday 11/11. I had big plans Friday; Drop Olivia off to Grandma, pedicure, manicure, leg wax, facial,pack Hospital bag, do a little shopping, nap. Instead my day went a little something like this; Give Olivia breakfast, wrythe on the floor in pain, crawl to phone, call Mother, and Husband, call Hospital, take fastes shower on record, go to Hospital.
At 10 am when the Dr. checked I was not dialated so the suggestion was made that I could just get the C-section then or wait and see what would happen. By the time She checked again at 11:30 I was at 3cm. Things went fiarly fast from there. I have sopem anxiety about how this two kid thing is going to go.....something tells me I am not in Kansas anymore.

What is in a name?

okay the baby is coming Saturday for sure and J and I are not really sure of his name. We have been telling everyone that we are 'keeping our choice to ourselves', you'd be surprised at how riled people get about us not wanted to tell what our name choices are...almost as surprising as how many people...strangers to boot freely give their oppinion about the name s you have picked. I learned this during my first pregnancy. People actually make suggestions as to what they would name your children.....it's very rude. ALMOST as rude as rubbing my belly, but not quite.

Question of the day

Why do people feel it is okay to touch a pregnant Woman's belly? I can not imagine that I am giving off a 'touch me' vibe right now. As a matter of fact I would think that it appears I have been touched enough. I mean complete strangers...associates...it is bizarre. In the beginning I woul dpolitely ask them to please not touch me, but now at 40 weeks..I am in full blown SWAT mode.
A man at church greeted me and reached his hand out to apparently make a wish on my Buddha belly....I politely raised my hand and told him that if he gets to rub mine I get to rub his...as he also looked about 40 weeks or so....take that! One for the pregos!

Deep breaths..I can do this.

I went to the Dr. today. 39 weeks pregnant. My c-section is scheduled for 11/11 and I am scared out of my mind. Next Saturday they will extract child .5 from my abdominal cavity....I will officially have TWO children.......why do I feel like I am on Death Row awaiting my execution?

Yellow Brick Road

Olivia, my beloved child is two. She is ferociously independent, sweet cuddly and very naughty. Okay naughty might be strong....we'll call her annoyingly 'busy'. Recently, Olivia and I went shoe shopping. Honestly, I attempt practicality on a regular basis. This being one of those instances I picked out a pair of practical brown stride rite shoes.......Olivia, being the free spirit that she is decided that she would prefer a pair of ruby red patent leather t-strap shoes......not practical unless your name is Dorothy and you're hiking down the flippin' yellow brick road.
She adamantly REFUSED to try on the brown shoes, but was very compliant in regard to the red ones....she even did a little dance in them in the middle of Macy's kids department.......everyone except me found it really cute.right.
Long story short. We left with the red shoes...and the brown ones, because I am still the Mother in some capacity...I think. My only consolation is that she loves these shoes. I have to hide them the night before if I have a different pair in mind. It's not strange around here to look up and see a wild haired 2 year old run by half naked less a pair of ruby red patent leather t-strap shoes..
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