The Day I Became a Mom

*Warning: This post is long. Plus, it has a movie and lots of pictures! 

August 30 will always be one of my favorite days. It is the day I became a mom. Our Little Man made a speedy debut after less than 7 hours of labor two days before my due date. Actually, Cory and I had a minor meltdown the night before. I was so sick of being pregnant, but I knew that pregnancy typically ends with labor...and I was very nervous about the unknowns of delivery. We knew starting our family was the right choice, but my irrational 39 week 4 day pregnant mind started wondering, What were we thinking? I don't even like babies! and then of course realizing there was no turning back. Cory was scared as well, but his nervousness involved far fewer tears than mine. I guess Little Man knew we were at our wit's end, because my water broke within 6 hours.

To preface, I had a goal of having an unmedicated labor. Why did I want to go natural? It's not because I'm a whack job. Basically, I wanted to avoid as many medical interventions as possible. In my mind, interventions include IVs, constant electronic fetal monitoring, inductions, Pitocin, epidurals, narcotics, episiotomies, stirrups, forceps, vacuums, and Cesareans. While I think some of these are needed at times, I personally chose to avoid them. That Tylenol I took really took the edge off. Not. Also, this is lame, but I'm terrified of needles. Including really big epidural needles. Essentially, I wanted to be in as much control as possible and know exactly what was going on. To accomplish this, I planned to labor at home as long as possible, and then have a water birth with midwives at a hospital. I really wanted to have a water birth. But, you can't have one if you receive an epidural. I hired a doula, which is a woman who has given birth who helps you during your labor. While these were my personal preferences, I absolutely understand why many women get an epidural! Believe me. However, while I did feel a significant amount of pain during my labor, I think there is a difference between pain and suffering. Will I go natural again? Probably, but I'm open to other options as well.

I also hired a birth photographer. The budgeting side of me asks, "Why Crazy Lady?" There is only one first moment. One first breath. The moment that takes your breath away; that moment you fall in love. Cheesy sounding, yes, but my birth photographer captured those moments. I debated posting our birth slideshow, but Cory thought there would be some people who would want to watch it. Also, I am now a huge fan of birth photography. If you are considering it, I say bite the bullet. Note: I am having a baby in the slideshow, but there are no graphic shots. Skip to 2:50 to just watch the first time we saw him.

What did contractions feel like? During my pregnancy, I found it infuriating that whenever I looked up online, "What do contractions feel like?" I could never find a solid answer. I mean, hello, millions of women have given birth and we cannot create a definitive answer to that question? Now, after going through labor, I can see what they mean. It is unlike anything I have felt before. It is a tightening in your abdomen that takes over your whole body, ramps up in intensity and then gradually lessons. It hurts, yes, but each contraction has an end and labor doesn't last forever. I just took it one. contraction. at. a. time.

On Thursday morning, at about 3:30 am, I woke up to my water breaking. It was like a golf ball of water inside of me just popped. Pro: You know you're in labor. Game time. Con: If your contractions don't start pronto, you probably have to get induced.

I sat there realizing that I was going to have a baby that day. Which meant I wouldn't be pregnant any more! I was excited but nervous. No more time to agonize or mentally prepare. Although I was not yet having contractions, I decided to wake up Cory so he could put in a request for a substitute. He asked me what we were supposed to do next. I told him I thought that we were probably supposed to go back to bed, try and sleep, and wait for things to start rolling. Within minutes, the man was passed out. Meanwhile, I'm laying in bed, wide awake, wondering what I should be looking for.

Within an hour, I started having mild, cramp like contractions. I didn't time them, and just breathed to ten through them. After a while, they intensified, nothing major, but enough that I realized there was no chance I was getting any sleep. Around 6 am, I got up and took a nice, long, hot shower. I had a few contractions in the shower that I just breathed through. As I stood in the shower, I thought of all of the moms who said to say goodbye to undisturbed showers when you have kids. I love long, hot showers. It sounds so lame, but I stood in that shower wondering if this was my last wonderful shower. Negative! You can still take awesome showers when your kid is immobile. During this time, Cory gets up and starts tidying up the house.

Cory loves to tell the next part of the story. Let's back up a bit. In the weeks leading up to Sheppard's birth, I had been refinishing our kitchen table. The night before he was born, I had put on a coat of polyurethane. I wasn't completely happy with it, plus I wanted to do another coat anyway. I came out in my towel and asked Cory where he put the sander. Confused, he told me that he had put it away. I made him get it out for me and then proceeded to sand my table, pausing every so often for a contraction, then resuming. So, yes, in the short part of my labor where I was having contractions but they were not yet all consuming, I sanded our kitchen table.

Meanwhile, Cory was watching the Today show, or something...it doesn't matter. All that matters is that it was annoying. There was a hurricane hitting the Gulf and Cory kept wanting to small talk about the hurricane. I remember thinking, "I don't give a crap about the hurricane." At one point, I said something about how the contractions were getting closer together and he thought I was referring to the hurricane. No. Again, don't care about the hurricane. By the time I finished putting on the coat of polyurethane, which looked fabulous,  it was around 7 am and I decided it was time to text our doula, Jamie. By this time, contractions were much closer together. Jamie had me start timing them, and I think they were about 3-4 minutes apart. In retrospect, I should have texted her sooner, but she had told us that if I went into labor at night, to wait to contact her until I knew I needed her, because if it's a false alarm or too early in labor she usually is unable to fall back asleep. Mistake number one.

Cory made me a smoothie, but I was only able to finish part of it. I went into the bathroom to do my makeup. It may be vain, but I knew we had paid a birth photographer good money to document this day and I was not going to look busted!  It was difficult, because by this point I was having to stop and focus during each contraction, which were getting more and more intense. They reached the point that I was on my hands and knees during each one.

Due to the sanding incident, Cory thought that contractions were still mild and manageable. So, he was folding laundry in the other room. During one contraction I realized, "Where the flip is Cory?" I yelled, asking where he was and what was he doing? Laundry. Laundry? I don't care about the laundry!

Cory came in and it was so wonderful. He was so good. By this point, contractions were every couple minutes, lasting 30-45 seconds. So, before you've pushed out your first human, you don't really know how you are going to react to the contractions. My go to position was hands and knees. For a few contractions, I wanted Cory to lift up my belly. I wished that my doula was there with her rebozo. I told Cory to contact her again ASAP!

After that, I mostly wanted Cory to gently rub my back during each contraction and tell me that I could do it, that the contraction would end, and that I was doing a good job. Did I mention by number one love language is Words of Affirmation? By this point, contractions were intense enough that I was getting scared. I'll admit, I cried a little bit, but mostly because I was scared of what was to come. It was about 8 am, and contractions were already intense, requiring my full attention. Although my mom and sisters all had fairly fast labors, I thought I would probably have 5 more hours, since I was a first time mom. Since I was hoping to go medication free, that thought was unnerving.

During this time, I was nice to Cory; I only got mad if he referred to any contraction but the current one! No past contractions, no pending contractions, only the present contraction! During pregnancy, I had purchased an exercise ball because I had heard some women liked to labor while sitting on the ball. I had Cory bring it in. No go. I hated that ball. Why did I buy it? Stupid purchase.

I asked Cory to give me a priesthood blessing. It was honestly one of the best blessings I have ever gotten. In most priesthood blessings that I have received, the speaker talks about Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ in the third person (i.e. Heavenly Father is mindful of you, etc.). Well, in this blessing, Cory gave the blessing as if he was Jesus Christ talking to me. It was really special. To paraphrase, the blessing said, "I can't take away the pain, but I know exactly what you're going through. You will be able to handle it and have the birth that you want." It was very cool.

Did I forget to mention that I was still in my towel during this episode? And that we are on the bathroom floor? Path.et.ic. Cory encouraged me to get dressed, so in between contractions I put on my yoga pants and shirt. We headed out to the living room, where things really started rolling.

Looking back, this was transition. Transition is the part of labor where most women say, "I can't do it. Where is the wonderful epidural God?" I can totally see why most women get an epidural. Contractions were coming every couple minutes, rocked my whole body, and I needed Cory to get me through every single contraction to the peak. He was so helpful. Contractions were lasting 45-60 seconds long, gradually getting more intense, until they peaked and then declined. However, after the contraction, my body needed about 15 seconds to sit there and recover. I kept asking Cory to call Jamie but there was a wreck on 820 and she was stuck. Sad!

She asked Cory to call her during one of the contractions so she could hear how I was reacting to judge my progress. Honestly, that contraction was one of the worst contractions of the whole day. I had to grab onto Cory and yes, it hurt really, really, bad. But, one of the best parts about labor are the breaks. Oh, those breaks are sweet relief but never long enough. I started having pressure down low and I was nervous for the 20-25 minute drive to the hospital. I was still on my hands and knees for every contraction and needed Cory during every second. That didn't jive with sitting in the car.

Despite my incessant reading during pregnancy, I still didn't realize I was in transition. In my preparation for trying to do a natural birth, I knew that labor pains were going to be some of the most intense pain I had ever felt. Add that to the unknown length of your labor, and it was difficult to know how far along I was. I wish my doula could have been there to tell me, but with the accident, that was not happening.

A this point, I think I entered what they call Labor Land. You start to feel a little out of it (translation: loopy) due to the endorphins. I started wondering if we should just meet Jamie at the hospital when I had a contraction where I felt Little Man move down. Way down. First off, it hurt. Second off, I was scared. I stood up and started heading towards our bathroom. I was thinking that we might just have to have him at home. Cory was like, "No. Wrong direction!" He steered me toward the door. Cory was panicking about getting our hospital bags in the car. As I said, contractions were about two minutes apart, but you time contractions from the start of one contraction to the start of the next. So, if your contraction lasts for one minute, you really only have one minute (or less) between contractions. In that one minute, Cory was sprinting down to the parking lot, chucking stuff into the car. One time, he didn't make it back in time, and I realized how important he was during my labor. It would be so hard to labor (without medication) alone. Our neighbors probably thought I was a flipping nut job.

Right before we left, I asked Cory to give me another blessing. This time, his voice was shaking. He pretty much just said that we would make it to the hospital. We should have left for the hospital sooner than we did. Mistake number two.

So, we got in the car, and I'm just totally out of it. Well, not so out of it that I didn't notice Cory was speeding. He was going at least 85. He joked later that if a cop did try and pull him over, he would have just put his hand out the window to signal him to follow him to the hospital. Thankfully, the contractions settled down. I was praying like crazy that they wouldn't be bad in the car. I was actually able to stay quiet through them, hold onto the handle above the door and lean towards Cory. I always wanted the breaks to last longer. Always.

Cory jokes that he knew things were serious when we're pulling up to the hospital and I told him that I didn't care about the money. Do valet. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm obsessed with the budget. As I get out of the car, I realize that I got the front seat of our car all wet. We were in such a rush, we didn't think to put down a towel and my water was still leaking everywhere. Mistake number three. Rookies. And, believe it or not, some people told me to buy Depends for that exact purpose. I bought them, but was too weirded out to wear them. So, does anyone need 3 pairs of Depends??


Cory said I kept on apologizing to everyone. Sorry for ruining the car, oh don't mind me if I yell while we're in the elevator, oh, I promise I'm not usually like this, etc. Duh, I'm not usually a whack job crazy lady. We checked in at the emergency room; I even got a wheelchair. As I'm being wheeled in, I had a contraction and totally slipped out of the wheelchair. Everyone was a little alarmed, but I really couldn't stop it from happening! Embarrassing.

As I'm arriving, one of the nurses asked me nicely if I could take off my 'britches' so they could check me. Now, I'm usually a very private person, but I was like, "SURE! I'd love to rip off my clothes." I'm not even kidding. Those clothes were off in record time. Jamie was there, and I was so glad to hear her soothing voice. Cory was thrilled to be able to hand off some responsibility to her because he was emotionally exhausted by this point. It is a different kind of pain watching someone you love be in pain and not being able to take it away. Cory doesn't cry, and it made him cry. So sweet, right?

They checked me and I was dilated to a ten. TEN. I was so thrilled. On the way to the hospital, I had told Cory that if I was at a 4, I was getting an epidural. I knew then that I would be able to get my natural birth, and I was totally pumped. We got to skip admissions, and they rolled me up in the hospital bed. I told them how comfortable the bed was and they said they didn't get that very often. I'm telling you, I was out of it.

I went upstairs to the birthing suite and they immediately started filling the birthing tub. They weren't lying when they said it is the midwife's epidural. It felt wonderful. I realized that contractions still hurt even when you are pushing. When I was reading about the pushing stage, people would say they liked pushing because it felt productive. I guess I translated that to mean that contraction pains went away. It was a sad moment when I realized that pushing contractions may feel 'productive' to some people, but they still are uncomfortable in a different way. But, I couldn't pass the baton. The only person who could finish the job was me. So, you finish. Meanwhile, Jamie, Cory, and my midwife are spraying warm water on me, putting hot packs on my back, and massaging me with mineral oil. That stuff is legit. Man, did it feel good. At one point, my midwife tried to get me to push in a semi-sitting position. I hated it and went back to my go-to hands and knees position.

 All in all, I pushed for probably around 25-30 minutes, which is short for a first time mom. It took a bit longer than it would have because my initial pushes were not productive because I wasn't holding my breath. Details, details. They always wanted me to give one more push per contraction. I said no, if the contraction is over, I'm taking a break.

I was making progress, but the midwife had to leave for just a moment to go to another girl (who had gotten an epidural) who was having her baby. That girl's baby was 10 lbs 9 ounces. Holy mother. I pushed with Jamie and the nurse for a minute, and I start crowning.The midwife came back, I pushed through a couple more contractions. On the last pushes, ouch, ouch, ouch, it burned. Because of the stinging, my body reacted by popping up out of the water. At that point, Little Man's head came out and they said, "Oh, don't go back in!" See, babies can be born under water but only if they start under water. Once any part of them touches air, they will start to breathe. So, since his head touched air first, they didn't want his head to be under water when he took his first breath. I was a little bummed about that part.

And Sheppard was here. 10:11 am. I was totally in shock. They immediately handed him to me. They told me later the first thing I said was, "He's here, he's alive, he has hair!" When I was reading about labor while pregnant, a common phrase was, "Oh, once the baby is here, the pain goes away. It's amazing." Liars. Take that in. Li-ars. Yes, it was absolutely 100% amazing to hold my beautiful, perfect, healthy, baby boy. But, I had just pushed out a baby. Tenderness replaced the previous burning. But it was worth it!

Cory cut the cord and I held Sheppard for a bit while they drained the tub. Then, Cory held him while I delivered the placenta and got fixed up a little bit. Now, while I wanted an unmedicated delivery, let me be clear in saying that I am all for the drugs once baby is out of me. I told them to bring on the lidocaine! You can prescribe me Vicodin? Awesome. At this point, I was still totally in shock. My labor had been so quick, I had done it naturally, and I was a mom. A mom. But, that whole getting stitched up and getting your abdomen massaged to get out blood clots is an unfair fact of life. The pain should be over when you get your beautiful baby.

 

 

  

While my doula set up a hot herbal bath for me in the birthing tub, I held Sheppard and chatted with Cory and whoever else would listen about the birth. The endorphins had kicked in and I was on an adrenaline rush that would last for a couple days. We soaked in the bath for a bit before being moved into the postpartum suite.

 

All in all, it was hard, hard, work, but an absolutely beautiful outcome. We are absolutely smitten with our healthy baby boy.I will never forget August 30, 2012. The day I became a mom.

Welcome to our family Little Man!

Sheppard: One Month

I'm six weeks late with this, but I'm getting caught up! Cory and I were so excited to escape with Sheppard from the hospital. Our Little Man had several visitors in his early days: Haley, Carson, Camilla, Grandma Judy, Granddad, Mia, Mimi, Tricia and Maili, Jay and Jody Hinton and their kids Jake, Izzie, Libby, and Camdyn, and Connie Rios and Paula Pratt. After staying at the hospital for 48 hours, we were ready to fly the coop. We were annoyed that we had to stand and wait 30 minutes for the wheelchair that I was required to sit in to leave the hospital. It was a surreal moment as we drove away from Harris Downtown to our different, wonderful life with our new baby boy.

My mom was with us for the first week and we were very grateful for the meals and company she provided. In addition to going grocery shopping for us, she finished the beautiful crib bedding and floor quilt she made for Sheppard. I was gutsy enough to go on several errands in the first week, including Costco, Target, and Jo-Ann's. Angie, Maisy, and Poppy came up to visit for a day and braved sleeping on our couch and an air mattress since Sheppard's nursery replaced our guest room. While my mom was in town, I was able to barely squeeze into some of my pre-pregnancy jeans. I wasn't as svelte as I wanted, but I felt skinny despite not actually being skinny. I was so thrilled to not be pregnant and loved seeing my shrinking belly and weight.

One of the cutest things Sheppard did was when he sneezed he would do this slightly high pitched but very cute "ahhh" sigh after he sneezed. It melted my heart every single time. Cory liked to call him a ninja because he sometimes would only open one eye when he was really tired. I thought it was hilarious because I do that all the time at night if I have to get up.

I really wanted him to inherit his dad's gorgeous eyelashes and I was thrilled when they started growing in longer every day. He became our little celebrity whenever we went out because of his hair, hair, hair. Everyone said, "You don't see little blonde babies with that much hair!" or "Look at that hair!" We frequently said that we didn't know where it came from because both of us were fuzzy babies. People joked that he would be the youngest person to get a haircut. Cory tried to get me to trim it up but I resolutely refused. It was one of Sheppard's best features. After a couple weeks, I realized that he had a large red birthmark on the back of his neck. It was hidden by his shaggy mane.

Sheppard was a very mellow baby. He didn't cry often and was very chill. Sometimes he cried when he was getting changed, especially if we took too long. Although he didn't pee on Mom, Dad was able to witness a good urine stream onto the wall and also got some on himself. We were glad everything was working!

Everyone thought he was so handsome. We were biased of course, but we couldn't help but agree. Most people thought he was a miniature Cory because he had similar facial features and hair. Cory loved how people would say, "Oh he looks just like his dad! He is so handsome!" Cory translated that to mean, "Hey, you are a good looking guy, Cory!" However, while he had Dad's nose, he had Mom's long torso and her feet. I hate my feet, but everything is cuter in miniature. His hair was so long and he even had sideburns. My mom compared his hair to Mr. Collins from Pride and Prejudice (but not his disposition of course). She noticed his nose was slightly crooked when he was born but it quickly straightened out. He loved to be swaddled tight, tight like a burrito but was a stealthy Houdini and was sometimes able to wiggle his way out. Sometimes he reminded me of the bronze bust my Papa sculpted of Angie as a baby because he would put his arm right up by his face just like the sculpture.

Sheppard looked like a different baby with his eyes open. They brightened his whole face as they transformed into baby blues. However, I did not like seeing him wide eyed at night. After spoiling us for the first two weeks (he even went a six hour stretch one night), he started having bipolar nights between two and four weeks. Some nights, he would go right to sleep after he ate. We loved that. Other nights, he would decide he wanted to party between midnight and 4 am. On those nights, he was not colicky but he was a bit fussy and wanted to be snuggled, have his back patted, and be rocked and held. He did not want to sleep. This resulted in several sleepless nights for Mom (mostly) and Dad (on the rough nights) and very late mornings for Sheppard and Mom.

I learned that "sleeping through the night" is a bit of a competition for mothers. First off, moms label "sleeping through the night" differently. For me, it was going 7-9 hours between feedings so I could actually sleep. Mothers love to brag about their newborn baby who can sleep through the night. Well, for me, 5-6 hours is not sleeping through the night. Plus, to not nutritionally need a nighttime feeding, Sheppard needed to reach that magic 10-11 pound mark. He wasn't a party animal every night, but every so often was often enough. While we weren't set on him sleeping through the night, we needed some sleep between midnight and 4 am.

We wondered if he was having some tummy aches, so we tried gas drops and gripe water. The gas drops soon became a staple but the gripe water was tossed when Mom realized it needed to be refrigerated weeks later. We were and still are big fans of The Happiest Baby on the Block so we continued with swaddling, white noise, swings, and bouncing. Those really helped. Mom considered changing her diet, but not very seriously because Blue Bell is hard to give up. We even tried non-medicated BabyRub (it's a soothing lavender rub) and the homeopathic Hyland's teething tablets (so diluted they aren't really even medicine). After all of it, he just grew out of it.

Seriously though, Sheppard made the cutest baby noises. In fact, he snored like a grown man. People could hear him from across the room. When he was two weeks old, Dad took a day off of work and we went out to breakfast. The whole time, he snoozed away in the sling on Dad's chest, snoring like a bear. To his Dad's dismay, he inherited Mom's tendency to make lots of groans, moans, and coos in the night. I thought it was cute, but we will see if his future wife agrees. Also, he inherited his Aunt Tara's creepy sleeping eyes. Sometimes, although he was sleeping, his eyes were not all the way closed. However, you really knew he was out when his mouth drooped open as he slept.

Per advice from Angie and Nate, we started having Sheppard shower with us very early on. I tried washing him in the bathroom sink once and he didn't particularly like it. Besides one bath in his baby bath, he only took showers with Mom and Dad. He absolutely loved them. He would get so relaxed with the warm water on him and sometimes he fell asleep. The only thing he didn't like quite as much was getting soaped up.

One of my favorite things he did when he relaxed was this vibrating kick. He used to do it while I was pregnant. Basically, his leg would get this vibrating tremor as it kicked. It reminded me of Thumper from Bambi.

From the beginning, Sheppard had lots of pesky hiccups. They usually didn't seem to bother him but we always felt so bad for him because they rocked his entire body. Feeding wise, he nursed like a champ. In fact, he sometimes became Mr. Lazy as he ate. It was the highlight of his life. Sometimes, he relaxed there like he was at a spa. Other times, he would almost try to stand while he nursed, pushing his legs against the bed. His head control got better and better. He loved to purse his lips. Some of his facial expressions mirrored Cory so much.

He would only spit up a little but he did projectile vomit all over Mom twice (two days in a row). And by projectile I don't mean it dribbled, it more rocketed out of his mouth all over my clothes. Of course, after some quick Googling, newbie Mom worried for a moment he had pyloric stenosis but that worry faded because it was an isolated incident. However, he was a gassy little guy. One time, Mom had to get up and leave during Relief Society because it was a little embarrassing and he obviously needed some time away.

He was a cuddle bug. He loved to cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. He could stretch like nobody's business, arching his back like an 'C', reaching his arms up to his face, and sticking his bum out really far. It was terribly adorable. We loved his sleepy grins. We knew they weren't considered "real" smiles, which we looked forward to, but we soaked them in. Other times, he had a major serious face. He looked so stoic and handsome.

Mom was determined to not let herself become a chubby recluse who never left her home so she used the baby sling all the time. He loved sleeping in the K'Tan when Mom ran her errands. He was great in his car seat and often passed out completely. However, every so often he decided he wanted out, out, out and would cry like a wailing goat. It was so pitiful.

He preferred the Nuk pacifier but couldn't always keep it in his mouth. He would often spit it out when he was finished with it, but he wasn't actually finished with it. Poor guy needed to work on his coordination!

Near the end of the month, we went down for our first trip to Austin. Cory wanted to come with us, so we waited to leave until after a tennis tournament. This meant we did not leave until midnight. After a minor crying spell, which was quickly alleviated by a short nursing jaunt, he slept the rest of the trip and two utterly exhausted parents dragged themselves into my parent's house around 3 am. Luckily, Sheppard slept great that night. Unluckily, Mom woke up feeling like she got hit by a Mack truck. I think it was a mild nursing infection. Considering you get the milk for free, I guess it's a form of "nursing tax." The flu like symptoms faded in a couple days and the night sweats were mostly gone within a week. Sheppard got to meet Tara, Tyson, Carson, Nate, and Christine.

At the end of the month, Little Man got all dressed up to go to his Uncle Christopher's marriage to MaryAnn. He wore a button up that Mom dyed blue and a tie she made out of  Dad's mission homecoming tie. After it took an hour and a half to get there in the rain, we arrived with a hungry baby in a dirty diaper. Amidst feeding him a bottle, we took some family pictures before the wedding. He looked very handsome.

Throughout the first month, Mom and Dad were absolutely smitten. We felt like we could stare at him for hours. Dad loved kissing him, but his scruffy face would scratch Sheppard's face and he wasn't too keen on it. It really is amazing how much you can love such a tiny little person.

Here are some miscellaneous iPhone and Instagram pictures.

Sheppard Jeffrey Carroll

Sheppard Jeffrey Carroll

Water broke at home 3:30 am.

Born 10:11 am, August 30.

7 pounds 9 ounces, 20 inches.

Ten fingers, ten toes. Perfect.

Mom & Dad are smitten.

Birth story to come!

We're Pregnant!

Yes, that's right, we're pregnant. Oh, we're due in four days. Which very possibly means 11 days.

Cory and I found out that we were expecting our first baby on Christmas Day. Cory likes to take all of the credit, but apparently I'm Fertile Myrtle because we were extremely lucky to get pregnant quickly. Although it may sound bad, after taking the test I did not run to Cory with the happy news. Instead, I  went to church, and I kept my secret to myself for the next three hours. Because, let's be honest, it's a little surreal. After, I pulled him aside and told him the news. I was pretending to take a picture of him, but was actually filming. In the clip, Cory pretends to wipe a glistening tear from his cheek. Do not be fooled, the man is not crying.

I didn't take a pre-pregnancy side shot, but here is one from Tara's wedding. I am very newly pregnant in this shot. In case you were wondering, I haven't been able to fit into that super cute size 2 skirt for many moons.

We told my family with a cheesy candy poster. Now don't snicker, and don't be sour. We're not telling a whopper. We're going to be the Three Musketeers. She might be sweet or he might be Cory Junior, but we won't name it Mike & Ike. The fact is, Delaney may burst around September 1st, cause we're having a baby!  

The next week, we told Cory's family with the estimated due date circled in a calendar I made for his mom of family pictures. My family was absolutely unsurprised, while Cory's family was very surprised.  

Now, for the progression of the belly. I have been horrible at taking regular belly shots. Also, I think my camera mislabeled the dates on some of them...so the labels might be off by a day or so.

I think the cutest stage is the end of the twenties. The beginning sucks because you just look like you  have a food baby. The end looks like you are a beached whale. So after looking like a fatty mcfatfat for 20 weeks, you get about five to eight weeks of having a cute pregnant belly, then you descend into the stage where Cory introduces me as his massive pregnant wife. I told him "massive" is never an okay descriptive word, but he thinks it's "funny."

How far along? 39 Weeks, 3 days
Total weight gain: My doctor is lucky to know that, are you kidding me?
Maternity clothes? No, of course I can still fit into all of my cute jeans and shirts. This is a stupid question.
Stretch marks? Thank you good genes, none!
Sleep: Once I fall asleep, I can get in a good 12 hour stretch, with about 3-4 pee breaks. Yeah, 12 hours...that's embarrassing. It's the falling asleep part that sometimes is the problem. 
Best moment this week: Going on a wonderful date with Cory, hitting the 39 week mark, getting more of the things on the to do list checked off, and counting down for Little Man with Cory. 
Miss Anything? Hands down, I miss my flat abs. And I miss seeing friendly numbers on the scale.
Movement: lots of movement, I'm hoping from the movement I'm feeling that Little Man is anterior...We know he is head down, which is wonderful. 
Food cravings: Nope. 
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nope.
Gender: They tell us it is a boy.
Labor Signs: No, just Braxton Hicks. And the fact that my belly is massive.
Symptoms: I have had a stellar pregnancy, physically. Now that I'm pretty much finished, I have been having back pain and some swelling. Mostly, my symptoms are all mental. I do not "like" being pregnant.
Belly Button in or out? out, flattish
Wedding rings on or off? on
Happy or Moody most of the time: Terrified, but excited.
Looking forward to: Little Man's debut.