Can't believe JJ is two weeks old today.
He has changed so much, it is like someone inflated his face and body. His ears and nose have popped out, cord stump dropped off, forehead, cheeks and chin expanded, his limbs are straightening out (and getting stronger). We just found out today that he is also packing on the pounds (well ounces, 12 of them in just 6 days!). I know E has gained a sense of validation from that, all those feeds and disrupted sleep now have a physical value, a number (and being somewhat of a geek, yes, I have an Excel file keeping track of all of this). JJ is clearly not suffering! We both feel so happy and proud! Maybe he's going to be a linebacker instead of a quarterback...
We are starting to get used to sleeping whenever JJ lets us and much more comfortable taking him out and about in the stroller and car. We're just more comfortable doing everything, practice I guess. Now we have to figure out how to entertain him when he isn't feeding or asleep...
Being back at work here and there hasn't been too bad, I'm busy so time flies. Glad I'm phasing in going back to a 5 day week. I really miss E and JJ in the day (and getting up around 9 instead of 6.45) but it is so good to come home to them and I'm so happy I get home by 5pm. It is way better than my commute from Toronto to Milton, I can't imagine what this would be like if we were still living there. No family close by and much longer days - a very good reason why we upped sticks.
On a random note, who writes Nursery Rhymes? I'll have some of what they were on. Seriously, they don't make sense. I can't believe what I'm reading to JJ. A vindictive gingerbread man running amok, a pig getting up early to throw acorns at a wolf, kittens getting dressed up for tea and cake, a puppy going on a picnic with a crocodile, hippo and monkey? I might just start making my own stories up...
Two weeks already, wow!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Family Day for Three
E and I have been parents for 11 days already. Time certainly does fly! We find ourselves at Family Day with our own little family of three, the sun is shining, we've been out for a walk (the stroller did well in the light snow and the ride must be comfy enough as JJ slept through it all) and we are fairly well rested (for parents of a newborn). JJ is feeding great and pretty good at napping. E feels less chained to the couch for constant feeds.
We have obviously been through and learned a lot so far. Compared to seven days ago looking after a newborn is way less scary. There are certainly highs and lows, laughter and tears. I think the best thing is that not only do we have a son but he has brought E and I even closer together (rather than putting a bit of a divide between us as we once thought might happen). We know that between us we will get through the tough times and enjoy the great times.
You really can't beat seeing him alert and happy in your arms or nodding off to sleep and making funny faces (and monster yawns). A great feed, a good (and quiet) diaper change, how he smells after a bath, visiting family for a change of scenery, not waking him when we put him down in the crib, getting two hours sleep, having time for a shower are all fantastic. We love how small, cute, sweet and vulnerable he looks during bath time or when we are dressing him.
Of course there are the cluster feeds at 2am, the uncertainty of being on his (non-existent) schedule, messy changes (you really will get pooped on and in places you didn't expect), trying to follow all the recommendations of the midwives (which leads to us second guessing a lot of what we do when we don't have a great day) and never knowing what to expect next. He doesn't seem to realise my chest hair is attached, to me.
Our lives really have changed (for the better) and we look forward to next Family Day when we could be out playing in the snow, taking JJ on a snowshoe or just playing with him in front of our cozy fireplace.
Our next challenge, I'm back to work for a day tomorrow...
We have obviously been through and learned a lot so far. Compared to seven days ago looking after a newborn is way less scary. There are certainly highs and lows, laughter and tears. I think the best thing is that not only do we have a son but he has brought E and I even closer together (rather than putting a bit of a divide between us as we once thought might happen). We know that between us we will get through the tough times and enjoy the great times.
You really can't beat seeing him alert and happy in your arms or nodding off to sleep and making funny faces (and monster yawns). A great feed, a good (and quiet) diaper change, how he smells after a bath, visiting family for a change of scenery, not waking him when we put him down in the crib, getting two hours sleep, having time for a shower are all fantastic. We love how small, cute, sweet and vulnerable he looks during bath time or when we are dressing him.
Of course there are the cluster feeds at 2am, the uncertainty of being on his (non-existent) schedule, messy changes (you really will get pooped on and in places you didn't expect), trying to follow all the recommendations of the midwives (which leads to us second guessing a lot of what we do when we don't have a great day) and never knowing what to expect next. He doesn't seem to realise my chest hair is attached, to me.
Our lives really have changed (for the better) and we look forward to next Family Day when we could be out playing in the snow, taking JJ on a snowshoe or just playing with him in front of our cozy fireplace.
Our next challenge, I'm back to work for a day tomorrow...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Looking forward to cake and ice cream....
At 3am on my Birthday I can usually be found doing one of the following:
- Playing video games while drinking whisky with my brother-in-law and friends
- Standing in a line up for whatever greasy post-pub food has attracted my attention (generally poutine)
- Sleeping off the delicious dinner E cooked for me
- Convincing E that, yes, the bathroom floor is comfortable and I would like to sleep there
Not so this year.
My Birthday was shortly after we brought JJ home. Instead of the lazy morning, coffee and paper, relaxing kind of Saturday Birthday I was charging around the house trying to do everything while looking after E who, it seemed, was permanently feeding JJ. He has quite the voracious appetite!
It was around early afternoon when I realised that I was going to have a hard time prioritising when to look after E, JJ and myself and when to get other things done. I like getting things done, feeling productive, being useful. However, I'm just not going to be able to do everything. Thankfully, we have a great support network!
Birthday dinner this year was take out pizza and cheesecake and it was perfect. Our little family plus JJ's Grandma and Grandpa sitting around admiring the little guy. I couldn't ask for a better gift, even if he was delivered a little early which sort of ruined the surprise ;)
I'm really looking forward to sharing Birthday parties with JJ. One thing is for sure, there will always be cake and ice cream and one day we'll be standing in line together waiting for our poutine! (I imagine I'll be paying)
Oh yeah, 3am this year.... I was getting pooped on while I changed a diaper.
- Playing video games while drinking whisky with my brother-in-law and friends
- Standing in a line up for whatever greasy post-pub food has attracted my attention (generally poutine)
- Sleeping off the delicious dinner E cooked for me
- Convincing E that, yes, the bathroom floor is comfortable and I would like to sleep there
Not so this year.
My Birthday was shortly after we brought JJ home. Instead of the lazy morning, coffee and paper, relaxing kind of Saturday Birthday I was charging around the house trying to do everything while looking after E who, it seemed, was permanently feeding JJ. He has quite the voracious appetite!
It was around early afternoon when I realised that I was going to have a hard time prioritising when to look after E, JJ and myself and when to get other things done. I like getting things done, feeling productive, being useful. However, I'm just not going to be able to do everything. Thankfully, we have a great support network!
Birthday dinner this year was take out pizza and cheesecake and it was perfect. Our little family plus JJ's Grandma and Grandpa sitting around admiring the little guy. I couldn't ask for a better gift, even if he was delivered a little early which sort of ruined the surprise ;)
I'm really looking forward to sharing Birthday parties with JJ. One thing is for sure, there will always be cake and ice cream and one day we'll be standing in line together waiting for our poutine! (I imagine I'll be paying)
Oh yeah, 3am this year.... I was getting pooped on while I changed a diaper.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Bringing JJ Home
Following JJ's successful arrival E and I were in wonder of our little guy. We had made him. E had provided everything he needed for 9 months of growth and development. Biology is just astounding! He is half of each of us yet his own person. Can't wait to see how he turns out...
One thing I did feel a little odd about was cutting the cord though. For some reason everyone was very keen for me to cut the physical link between Mum and Baby. Not sure what kind of message that sends... (and by the way it is a lot like cutting through overdone calamari)
Following some routine monitoring and a visit from his elated Canadian Grandparents, E and JJ were transferred to the ward. The nursing staff were quick to give JJ the once over and change his first diaper. I was very proud of how full it was! At this point both of us were very relieved that the delivery was over but also very nervous for what was to come. We were going to have to look after this baby. Fortunately E was staying overnight to rest and JJ would be in the capable hands of his Mom and the nursing staff. We also couldn't get over how much hair he had (and how cute it looked stuck to his head). There was also more crying.
I now had a tough choice to make: Stay over and sleep in a chair (we were in a semi-private room so no sofa bed for me) or go home. We umm'd and ahh'd but eventually both decided that it was best for me to go home and rest. There was no point in me being exhausted and having E and JJ to take home and care for the following day. Leaving was incredibly hard, there were more tears (I should have been out of them by this point). So 28 hours after E went into labour I headed home. It felt good to drive, I've always liked driving and find it relaxing. I don't think I could have been more relaxed at this point. We (well , E mostly) had done it! A happy and healthy son. During that drive I got to look out over a frozen moonlit Lake Ontario and know I was now a Dad, I had a son. That acceptance felt amazing and what surprised me was that I felt calm and ready, like being a Dad was what I was made to do. I think I'd been preventing myself from thinking about JJ too much, just in case. I didn't even call him by name until he was actually born despite E and I deciding on a name months before.
A sound 6 hours of sleep (when will that happen again?) set me up for our little Homecoming. A quick update for the Grandparents and then off to see my wife and son (with a stop at Starbucks to get E the coffee she really wanted). It was amazing to see them again, both looked fantastic, E had rested, she looked beautiful in a whole new way. JJ was in his Grandpa's arms (not sure who looked more comfortable) and was soon in mine. I can't explain the feeling of holding him, even though he was fast asleep and completely oblivious. What will it be like when he is alert, recognises us and has a character all his own?
More checks and JJ's first bath followed (he is not a fan of water or being naked just yet). E and I got to catch up while we waited to be discharged. I really have a new level of love and respect for my wife (and no I'm not sucking up to her in case she reads this). The pregnancy and labour have made us even closer and stronger - something we will need to get through the next few weeks I'm sure. We also have a whole new love for our son. It's different from the love we have for each other, it is somewhere else in our hearts but pulls just as strongly.
Finally we were good to go, we passed the car seat test, packed up our things (we probably looked like weary hitchhikers with a newborn as we left KGH) and set off for home. JJ was totally out in the car despite Kingston's awful roads. Then a moment I had been waiting for: we got to pull into the driveway of our new house (the one we designed to raise our family in) with our new son.
Our little family was Home.
One thing I did feel a little odd about was cutting the cord though. For some reason everyone was very keen for me to cut the physical link between Mum and Baby. Not sure what kind of message that sends... (and by the way it is a lot like cutting through overdone calamari)
Following some routine monitoring and a visit from his elated Canadian Grandparents, E and JJ were transferred to the ward. The nursing staff were quick to give JJ the once over and change his first diaper. I was very proud of how full it was! At this point both of us were very relieved that the delivery was over but also very nervous for what was to come. We were going to have to look after this baby. Fortunately E was staying overnight to rest and JJ would be in the capable hands of his Mom and the nursing staff. We also couldn't get over how much hair he had (and how cute it looked stuck to his head). There was also more crying.
I now had a tough choice to make: Stay over and sleep in a chair (we were in a semi-private room so no sofa bed for me) or go home. We umm'd and ahh'd but eventually both decided that it was best for me to go home and rest. There was no point in me being exhausted and having E and JJ to take home and care for the following day. Leaving was incredibly hard, there were more tears (I should have been out of them by this point). So 28 hours after E went into labour I headed home. It felt good to drive, I've always liked driving and find it relaxing. I don't think I could have been more relaxed at this point. We (well , E mostly) had done it! A happy and healthy son. During that drive I got to look out over a frozen moonlit Lake Ontario and know I was now a Dad, I had a son. That acceptance felt amazing and what surprised me was that I felt calm and ready, like being a Dad was what I was made to do. I think I'd been preventing myself from thinking about JJ too much, just in case. I didn't even call him by name until he was actually born despite E and I deciding on a name months before.
A sound 6 hours of sleep (when will that happen again?) set me up for our little Homecoming. A quick update for the Grandparents and then off to see my wife and son (with a stop at Starbucks to get E the coffee she really wanted). It was amazing to see them again, both looked fantastic, E had rested, she looked beautiful in a whole new way. JJ was in his Grandpa's arms (not sure who looked more comfortable) and was soon in mine. I can't explain the feeling of holding him, even though he was fast asleep and completely oblivious. What will it be like when he is alert, recognises us and has a character all his own?
More checks and JJ's first bath followed (he is not a fan of water or being naked just yet). E and I got to catch up while we waited to be discharged. I really have a new level of love and respect for my wife (and no I'm not sucking up to her in case she reads this). The pregnancy and labour have made us even closer and stronger - something we will need to get through the next few weeks I'm sure. We also have a whole new love for our son. It's different from the love we have for each other, it is somewhere else in our hearts but pulls just as strongly.
Finally we were good to go, we passed the car seat test, packed up our things (we probably looked like weary hitchhikers with a newborn as we left KGH) and set off for home. JJ was totally out in the car despite Kingston's awful roads. Then a moment I had been waiting for: we got to pull into the driveway of our new house (the one we designed to raise our family in) with our new son.
Our little family was Home.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The fastest longest day of my life!
We all have memories that we will never forget, special times and places for one reason or another. As I'm sure you'll understand I've got a new top memory.
Following "The call" E and I began our labour journey.
Honestly, the first leg of that journey was scary, full of anxiety and I was just trying to keep my focus on supporting E and remembering what we had read/learned/decided we wanted to do. With the timing and strength of E's contractions it was clear we weren't going to sleep through early labour. We were looking at several hours of timing contractions, making calls to our Midwife and Doula and going through the final preparations. The surprising thing was that living 4-5 minutes at a time made 8 hours fly by. Our Midwife and Doula were very supportive and reassuring - amazing since both had just come straight from other births and they must have been exhausted!
E reached active labour at 4:20am the following morning. The next decision was when to go to the Hospital. It was pretty clear things weren't going to follow our ideal plan so we packed up and set off for KGH. I have never driven more carefully in my life and thankfully we hit every green light (one advantage of an overnight labour). We settled in to Labour & Delivery and with advice from our Midwife and Doula came up with our new plan. Deciding on an epidural was actually pretty easy in the situation, it was clear that it would be the best thing for E as it would allow her to get some much needed rest (and me too). Things took a while to organise (and the nurses suggested we wait for a fresh anesthetist to come on at 7am!) but we got there in the end. Relief washed over E (and I).
I can't stress enough that seeing the person you love the most in pain and discomfort is the worst thing in the world. The previous 12 hours were the hardest of my life. I wasn't a big fan of all the IVs and monitoring leads E was hooked up to but at least she was comfortable and resting. The next 5 hours passed by as E's body got ready to deliver our baby. The epidural led to more medical interventions to ensure labour progressed but we didn't mind, frequent updates and feedback were reassuring. It was also interesting to note how fast E got comfortable with being semi-naked around a large number of people she's never met!
At 1:30pm we were told E would start pushing at 2:15pm so now was the time to rest and get any remaining calls/emails out of the way. I was keeping expectant Grandparents (one set in the waiting room, one set back in England) and an expectant Uncle (in Belgium) up to date. It felt great to be passing on good news and updates but I couldn't do it without welling up. Something about the whole process had made me an emotional mess!
It was time for the final push. Before D-Day E and I were convinced we were not interested in what was going on below the waist and would in no way want to see it. That all changed. Seeing E push with each contraction and the progress she was making was fascinating. E could see when she was doing it right and when she needed to focus her push on a different area. Between the medical team, Midwife, Doula, students and us the delivery room was quite full but everyone there was giving E encouragement. It felt like we had our own team of cheerleaders clad in scrubs.
After only 90 minutes JJ's head popped out and rest of him followed surprisingly fast. E and I looked at each other with relief, joy and love. E had done it! I was in awe of her. Then our attention was drawn to our newborn baby boy letting everyone present know his lungs were in full working order. He may have been all squished, covered in sticky goop and either pale or purple but he looked beautiful! The important stats: 3:45pm on February 10th, 2011, 9 lbs even, 21" long, 36cm diameter head. The words "hefty" and "robust" were soon mentioned by the medical team and Midwife.
The next hour or so was a blur. Relaying the news to overjoyed Grandparents and family, seeing JJ and E together, feeling relief and the love for my son growing inside me. I'm not going to lie, there was a lot of crying too.
Best day ever!
Following "The call" E and I began our labour journey.
Honestly, the first leg of that journey was scary, full of anxiety and I was just trying to keep my focus on supporting E and remembering what we had read/learned/decided we wanted to do. With the timing and strength of E's contractions it was clear we weren't going to sleep through early labour. We were looking at several hours of timing contractions, making calls to our Midwife and Doula and going through the final preparations. The surprising thing was that living 4-5 minutes at a time made 8 hours fly by. Our Midwife and Doula were very supportive and reassuring - amazing since both had just come straight from other births and they must have been exhausted!
E reached active labour at 4:20am the following morning. The next decision was when to go to the Hospital. It was pretty clear things weren't going to follow our ideal plan so we packed up and set off for KGH. I have never driven more carefully in my life and thankfully we hit every green light (one advantage of an overnight labour). We settled in to Labour & Delivery and with advice from our Midwife and Doula came up with our new plan. Deciding on an epidural was actually pretty easy in the situation, it was clear that it would be the best thing for E as it would allow her to get some much needed rest (and me too). Things took a while to organise (and the nurses suggested we wait for a fresh anesthetist to come on at 7am!) but we got there in the end. Relief washed over E (and I).
I can't stress enough that seeing the person you love the most in pain and discomfort is the worst thing in the world. The previous 12 hours were the hardest of my life. I wasn't a big fan of all the IVs and monitoring leads E was hooked up to but at least she was comfortable and resting. The next 5 hours passed by as E's body got ready to deliver our baby. The epidural led to more medical interventions to ensure labour progressed but we didn't mind, frequent updates and feedback were reassuring. It was also interesting to note how fast E got comfortable with being semi-naked around a large number of people she's never met!
At 1:30pm we were told E would start pushing at 2:15pm so now was the time to rest and get any remaining calls/emails out of the way. I was keeping expectant Grandparents (one set in the waiting room, one set back in England) and an expectant Uncle (in Belgium) up to date. It felt great to be passing on good news and updates but I couldn't do it without welling up. Something about the whole process had made me an emotional mess!
It was time for the final push. Before D-Day E and I were convinced we were not interested in what was going on below the waist and would in no way want to see it. That all changed. Seeing E push with each contraction and the progress she was making was fascinating. E could see when she was doing it right and when she needed to focus her push on a different area. Between the medical team, Midwife, Doula, students and us the delivery room was quite full but everyone there was giving E encouragement. It felt like we had our own team of cheerleaders clad in scrubs.
After only 90 minutes JJ's head popped out and rest of him followed surprisingly fast. E and I looked at each other with relief, joy and love. E had done it! I was in awe of her. Then our attention was drawn to our newborn baby boy letting everyone present know his lungs were in full working order. He may have been all squished, covered in sticky goop and either pale or purple but he looked beautiful! The important stats: 3:45pm on February 10th, 2011, 9 lbs even, 21" long, 36cm diameter head. The words "hefty" and "robust" were soon mentioned by the medical team and Midwife.
The next hour or so was a blur. Relaying the news to overjoyed Grandparents and family, seeing JJ and E together, feeling relief and the love for my son growing inside me. I'm not going to lie, there was a lot of crying too.
Best day ever!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Call
I'd always imagined that E would call and tell me she was in labour while I was at work. I'd frantically pack up my things, set my out of office alert and drive home as fast as legally possible. Everyone would be wishing me luck as I headed out the door kind of thing. Maybe a few high fives...
Not so.
Wednesday night rolled around and E had decided a change of scenery and company was in order. A movie night with one of her girlfriends was suggested so I dropped E off around 7. I got home and fired up the PS3 (one of my few vices, along with single malt, chocolate covered ginger and cheese). I was happily playing away, noticed it was roughly two hours after I dropped E off and sure enough my phone rang. "Hi, will you come pick me up?"
So I dutifully saved my game, drove to E's friend's place and rang the doorbell. I was greeted with "Hi, I think I've been having contractions since 8!"
Now lets just go back one step to that simple phone call that changed my life (well, maybe that was a different phone call back in May 2010 when I was on the GO Train home and E simply said "I'm pregnant"). Seven simple words, but not the words I was expecting. I would have thought contractions, labour, I'm having, I think I'm in, it's started would have figured fairly prominently. Nope! I totally understand E's thinking and it did prevent me from driving there like a panicked crazy nervous person.
But still!
Not so.
Wednesday night rolled around and E had decided a change of scenery and company was in order. A movie night with one of her girlfriends was suggested so I dropped E off around 7. I got home and fired up the PS3 (one of my few vices, along with single malt, chocolate covered ginger and cheese). I was happily playing away, noticed it was roughly two hours after I dropped E off and sure enough my phone rang. "Hi, will you come pick me up?"
So I dutifully saved my game, drove to E's friend's place and rang the doorbell. I was greeted with "Hi, I think I've been having contractions since 8!"
Now lets just go back one step to that simple phone call that changed my life (well, maybe that was a different phone call back in May 2010 when I was on the GO Train home and E simply said "I'm pregnant"). Seven simple words, but not the words I was expecting. I would have thought contractions, labour, I'm having, I think I'm in, it's started would have figured fairly prominently. Nope! I totally understand E's thinking and it did prevent me from driving there like a panicked crazy nervous person.
But still!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
No, not yet...
Another day and still no baby.
We're on day 284 of this journey, I think E is fit to burst.
The big thick "Your pregnancy, week by week" book is finished, we've been through the "What to Expect" iPhone App (which was very good and free), we've finished pre-natal classes. Now E and I seem so focused on the labour part that we're kind of forgetting the whole looking after a baby afterwards part.
The combination of emotions leaves us not sure of how we are feeling. The ideal birth plan couldn't be further from our thoughts. Let's just have this baby!
It's also funny to go to work, arrive at the office, say "Morning!" to everyone and they all go "ohhhh, you're here, no baby then, we were hoping not to see you today."
Maybe the Midwives will give us some good news later on...
We're on day 284 of this journey, I think E is fit to burst.
The big thick "Your pregnancy, week by week" book is finished, we've been through the "What to Expect" iPhone App (which was very good and free), we've finished pre-natal classes. Now E and I seem so focused on the labour part that we're kind of forgetting the whole looking after a baby afterwards part.
The combination of emotions leaves us not sure of how we are feeling. The ideal birth plan couldn't be further from our thoughts. Let's just have this baby!
It's also funny to go to work, arrive at the office, say "Morning!" to everyone and they all go "ohhhh, you're here, no baby then, we were hoping not to see you today."
Maybe the Midwives will give us some good news later on...
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Today feels odd
I'm caught up at work and on top of everything at the house (does anyone else get a good feeling when they pass the Municipal Waste test and all their recycling and garbage gets taken away when it should and not dumped over their driveway?). I'm achieving my goal of letting E relax as much as possible and save as much energy for D-Day (Delivery Day). It feels good to be back to my usual self after a spell of illness, in fact I feel twice as good as usual (kind of like that first "warm" day in the Spring when you put shorts on even though its only 12 degrees out).
However, I'm sitting here drinking a cup of tea waiting for my life to change.
Now, we're used to life changing, E and I have made decisions and taken chances that have led to plenty of change. The thing is, none of those choices involved just waiting for something you know is going to happen...to happen. There has always been a deadline, a closing day, a departure time. In a funny way it reminds me of the build up to School being finished for the Summer, so much to look forward to but you just have to get through the last few days of classes, except they haven't told you when the last day is.
Right now, I'm waiting for "that call". For the last couple of days I've had a surge of adrenaline every time my phone rings and I see it is E on call display. Is this it? I'm sure my in-laws get the same thing when either of us calls them. Fortunately, we've decided any non-labour related communication can be done by email or text while I'm at work. That will probably extend my life a little...
Our anticipation and excitement are building, I feel ready for this to happen despite not having a clue what to do when it does.
However, I'm sitting here drinking a cup of tea waiting for my life to change.
Now, we're used to life changing, E and I have made decisions and taken chances that have led to plenty of change. The thing is, none of those choices involved just waiting for something you know is going to happen...to happen. There has always been a deadline, a closing day, a departure time. In a funny way it reminds me of the build up to School being finished for the Summer, so much to look forward to but you just have to get through the last few days of classes, except they haven't told you when the last day is.
Right now, I'm waiting for "that call". For the last couple of days I've had a surge of adrenaline every time my phone rings and I see it is E on call display. Is this it? I'm sure my in-laws get the same thing when either of us calls them. Fortunately, we've decided any non-labour related communication can be done by email or text while I'm at work. That will probably extend my life a little...
Our anticipation and excitement are building, I feel ready for this to happen despite not having a clue what to do when it does.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Waiting....
My first post! I've decided to try and chronicle my adventures as a new Dad through the medium of blogging. Now I was never good at keeping a diary or anything like that so we'll see how this goes but I'm guessing there will be plenty to write, sorry blog, about...
Right now, E and I are "waiting". Due date has come and gone (so has the Superbowl) and we are in limbo. Not wanting to make plans, watching a lot of DVDs, mourning the end of the Football season, doing our best to stay relaxed... E must be sick of me asking her if she is OK every time she moves/breaths oddly/looks at me!
Neither of us are very good when we aren't in "control" of a situation and here we are being held at the mercy of a tiny baby who seems more than content to stay in his warm and cozy surroundings! We can't wait to meet our little guy but I guess he isn't quite so curious right now.
So the waiting continues.....another episode of Modern Family anyone?
Right now, E and I are "waiting". Due date has come and gone (so has the Superbowl) and we are in limbo. Not wanting to make plans, watching a lot of DVDs, mourning the end of the Football season, doing our best to stay relaxed... E must be sick of me asking her if she is OK every time she moves/breaths oddly/looks at me!
Neither of us are very good when we aren't in "control" of a situation and here we are being held at the mercy of a tiny baby who seems more than content to stay in his warm and cozy surroundings! We can't wait to meet our little guy but I guess he isn't quite so curious right now.
So the waiting continues.....another episode of Modern Family anyone?
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