And here we are- almost 6 months later and boy has it been a ride! January ended with my 25th birthday and February passed with even less interest. March 1st marked the official start of the Lacrosse season and the beginning of the end of my pregnancy. March was such a busy month, I barely had time to feel miserable being large and in charge- I woke each morning before 6 am and was at work by 7. I left my "real" job at 3 pm and headed to the field to coach until 6 or 7 each night. When I arrived home each evening, my loving husband had dinner for me and a much needed foot (or ankle or calf) rub waiting for me. Can I tell you how lucky I am to have married this man?!
We concluded baby prep with a LOVELY baby shower- that was rescheduled due to a freak snow storm- and got many of the necessary supplies to welcome our bundle. Clothes were washed, crib made, car seat installed- all we needed was a baby.
March 24th marked our first official Lacrosse game of the season. The Lady Braves played well, but lost- story of the season- and I headed home on the bus at about 7 pm. As I drove home from the school after all my athletes were picked up and ushered home by their parents, I had a heart to heart with my little baby, yet to be born. I told her that I was ready for her. With March 25th marked on the calendar as her due date (I was confident that she would be a late baby- I did NOT have my hopes up), I let her know that we were ready when she was. All my coaching responsiblities would be taken care of, things were tied up at work, and we were ready to hold her; I told little miss that she could come any time now. I had no idea that my baby listened so well or would be so prompt.
I woke up at 3:30ish on the morning of Thursday, March 25th with some pretty serious contractions. They were just a few minutes apart and strong enough to cause me to double over. Not terrible pain, but they definitely took my breath away. I decided I wanted to take a shower and see how I felt and then call the doctor. The man was a little bit anxious and was pushing for sooner rather than later. He called the after hours number and we waited for the doctor to call back. By this time, the contractions were two minutes apart- sometimes less- and the doctor called to say head to the hospital.
When we got there, it was about 6:30am and we were well into labor. I was 7 to 8 centimeters dialated and the nurses were preparing for a baby to come soon. But, this little miss took her time after the initial rush. We called our parents, they jumped up, dressed and headed our way- and I labored. And labored. And got really tired. By 10:30, I was ready for an epidural to get some relief from the exhaustion. The anistesiologist came by at 11:15 and we were in business. I took a two hour nap while the man watched some TV and I awoke at around 2 pm feeling like a new person. Around that time, the doctor came in and broke my water- and we waited some more. Our parents came in and took VERY FEW pictures and chatted about our birth days and all things baby. Around 4, the doctor shooed the family to the waiting room and checked me out to see if we were ready... and we were. She said, let's go and we were pushing before I knew it.
At 4:20 pm on Thursday, March 25, 2010, Ainsley Jane was born weighing in at a healthy 8 pounds, 13 ounces and 21.5 inches long. This little miss cried with amazing strength at the moment she entered the world and was healthy in every way. We could not have been happier! Since then, it's been a blur... The happiest, most fun filled blur of my life!
Welcome, little AJ!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
In the meantime...
So, to pick up where we left off yesterday-- As of July, we found out that we were knocked up and the adventrue really began.
Since that time, we jumped in head first with baby prep. Well, we kinda lazed aobut and theorized as to what we would do to prepare for the first tri-mester and then actually sprung into action around the our fourth or fifth month of pregnancy, bringing us to October. This is the time that we realized that we're actually going to be bringing home a baby. I started to show and there was no denying-- there's a baby coming.
We started to get the house together, painting and re-arranging, which has not stopped. We've painted the baby room, guest room, and kitchen. Things are really coming together! The man sold his little roadster, bye bye Z-3, and we bought a more practical 325 station wagon. Our dogs hang out in the way back and it's got a sunroof and butt warmers-- I'm pumped. The best part about it is the fact that our whole family can fit-- puppies included, but we'll see how much stuff we'll be able to take with us... we're a big brood, already!
We got our day-care provider in place. Her name is Miss Debbie and the man and I had such a great feeling when we met her. She's warm and caring and has been watching kids for more than 10 years. As anxious as I am about leaving my child, (I mean- the baby has lived inside of me for 7 months now, I feel pretty attached) I know Miss Debbie will care for our little one wonderfully!
We've recently gotten our crib and dresser/changing table and got them assembled and placed in the baby's room. It's starting to feel like we're pretty ready for the little one. I'm getting to the point where I just want to hold my baby! The jumping on my bladder and sciatic nerve pain doesn't help me to love pregnancy, but I can definitely understand why mommas are ready to meet their babies by labor day.
Hopefully, we're as ready as we feel... but who really is ready for their whole world to be turned upside-down by a tiny person? I guess we'll find out!
Since that time, we jumped in head first with baby prep. Well, we kinda lazed aobut and theorized as to what we would do to prepare for the first tri-mester and then actually sprung into action around the our fourth or fifth month of pregnancy, bringing us to October. This is the time that we realized that we're actually going to be bringing home a baby. I started to show and there was no denying-- there's a baby coming.
We started to get the house together, painting and re-arranging, which has not stopped. We've painted the baby room, guest room, and kitchen. Things are really coming together! The man sold his little roadster, bye bye Z-3, and we bought a more practical 325 station wagon. Our dogs hang out in the way back and it's got a sunroof and butt warmers-- I'm pumped. The best part about it is the fact that our whole family can fit-- puppies included, but we'll see how much stuff we'll be able to take with us... we're a big brood, already!
We got our day-care provider in place. Her name is Miss Debbie and the man and I had such a great feeling when we met her. She's warm and caring and has been watching kids for more than 10 years. As anxious as I am about leaving my child, (I mean- the baby has lived inside of me for 7 months now, I feel pretty attached) I know Miss Debbie will care for our little one wonderfully!
We've recently gotten our crib and dresser/changing table and got them assembled and placed in the baby's room. It's starting to feel like we're pretty ready for the little one. I'm getting to the point where I just want to hold my baby! The jumping on my bladder and sciatic nerve pain doesn't help me to love pregnancy, but I can definitely understand why mommas are ready to meet their babies by labor day.
Hopefully, we're as ready as we feel... but who really is ready for their whole world to be turned upside-down by a tiny person? I guess we'll find out!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
And so, we meet again...
After a year (plus) long hiatus, here I am. Let me tell you, this has been one serious calendar year! 2009 started slowly, not much in the way of events or news even worth discussing, but right about the middle of the year, the news was big!
I got my wisdom teeth out one lovely Saturday in July. In fact, it was July 11th that I spent the morning having my teeth extracted and the man ushered me home to sleep my recovery away for the next day or so. It is worth mentioning that Rob was a great nurse, even though he was pulled back to work for the open house that day, but Rocky was a very attentive nurse-maid. I slept downstairs in the big, comfy arm-chair that night and my buddy didn't leave my side. Zoey and the man carried on the normal routine and went upstairs at a reasonable hour to slumber in our room, but the man moved Rocky's bed right next to my chair and he stayed there with me all night. Every time I would wake up feeling a twinge of pain, he would put his head on the arm of the chair to check on me. I would pop another half of a pain pill... the good stuff... and doze back to sleep, all the while- under the watchful eye of our furry baby boy.
I made it through Sunday with various liquid foods prepared for me by the man, and even got to sleep in my own bed Sunday night. Luckily, I had the foresight to take Monday off, so as the man was getting ready for work, I decided to make use of my morning trip to the loo.
Let me preface this by saying, I had been thinking that I should take a pregnancy test at some point for about a week prior, but decided that Monday, July 13th would be the day to test. I didn't warn Rob or even hint to him that I had been thinking I should take a test... we'd been jinxed in the past by getting our hopes up a little too much. So, in secret, I took a pregnancy test. And passed. The stick said, "Pregnant." And I said nothing. I sort of gasped and then thought... "Should I tell the man before he goes to work, or chew on this all day and then tell him this evening?" This thought passed quickly as Rob and I don't do secrets very well. I hurried down the stairs and only got to the bottom before I said, "Rob--" He poked his head around the wall in the kitchen asking "Yeah?" And I said, "I'm pregnant." He moved quite quickly over to me at the bottom of the stairs and said, "What?" I repeated myself and held out the capped stick to prove my statement. He took it from me with one hand and moved the other to his forehead, saying, "Oh my God." I sat down on the steps and we both cried a few happy tears through giant smiles. We hugged and kissed (gently... I had just had my wisdom teeth out, you know) and our minds raced together through pregnancy, delivery, parenthood, and all things baby. At one point, I think I even said, "Here we go."
The man left for work after a few very long minutes and I settled in downstairs to watch "A Baby Story" all day and call the doctor. Neither of us did much thinking about anything but this little growing offspring all day and we were on our way. We figured that we were about 5 weeks along at that point, scheduled our first doctor's appointment for 10 weeks and started talking about when to tell our parents and families. We waited two weeks to tell our parents; at 7 weeks, we shared the news and everyone was very excited to hear that a little baby was on the way!
Needless to say, we're very excited to be parents! I can't believe in a few short months, I will be a mom. I'm getting back into the blogging thing because I think I'll have more to say as the days carry on. I'll try my best to keep the updates, coming-- I'll fill in the gap between then and now tomorrow!
I got my wisdom teeth out one lovely Saturday in July. In fact, it was July 11th that I spent the morning having my teeth extracted and the man ushered me home to sleep my recovery away for the next day or so. It is worth mentioning that Rob was a great nurse, even though he was pulled back to work for the open house that day, but Rocky was a very attentive nurse-maid. I slept downstairs in the big, comfy arm-chair that night and my buddy didn't leave my side. Zoey and the man carried on the normal routine and went upstairs at a reasonable hour to slumber in our room, but the man moved Rocky's bed right next to my chair and he stayed there with me all night. Every time I would wake up feeling a twinge of pain, he would put his head on the arm of the chair to check on me. I would pop another half of a pain pill... the good stuff... and doze back to sleep, all the while- under the watchful eye of our furry baby boy.
I made it through Sunday with various liquid foods prepared for me by the man, and even got to sleep in my own bed Sunday night. Luckily, I had the foresight to take Monday off, so as the man was getting ready for work, I decided to make use of my morning trip to the loo.
Let me preface this by saying, I had been thinking that I should take a pregnancy test at some point for about a week prior, but decided that Monday, July 13th would be the day to test. I didn't warn Rob or even hint to him that I had been thinking I should take a test... we'd been jinxed in the past by getting our hopes up a little too much. So, in secret, I took a pregnancy test. And passed. The stick said, "Pregnant." And I said nothing. I sort of gasped and then thought... "Should I tell the man before he goes to work, or chew on this all day and then tell him this evening?" This thought passed quickly as Rob and I don't do secrets very well. I hurried down the stairs and only got to the bottom before I said, "Rob--" He poked his head around the wall in the kitchen asking "Yeah?" And I said, "I'm pregnant." He moved quite quickly over to me at the bottom of the stairs and said, "What?" I repeated myself and held out the capped stick to prove my statement. He took it from me with one hand and moved the other to his forehead, saying, "Oh my God." I sat down on the steps and we both cried a few happy tears through giant smiles. We hugged and kissed (gently... I had just had my wisdom teeth out, you know) and our minds raced together through pregnancy, delivery, parenthood, and all things baby. At one point, I think I even said, "Here we go."
The man left for work after a few very long minutes and I settled in downstairs to watch "A Baby Story" all day and call the doctor. Neither of us did much thinking about anything but this little growing offspring all day and we were on our way. We figured that we were about 5 weeks along at that point, scheduled our first doctor's appointment for 10 weeks and started talking about when to tell our parents and families. We waited two weeks to tell our parents; at 7 weeks, we shared the news and everyone was very excited to hear that a little baby was on the way!
Needless to say, we're very excited to be parents! I can't believe in a few short months, I will be a mom. I'm getting back into the blogging thing because I think I'll have more to say as the days carry on. I'll try my best to keep the updates, coming-- I'll fill in the gap between then and now tomorrow!
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