April and Olivia are good and will be home tomorrow afternoon. I'm geeked!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Olivia May: baby model
By popular demand, a better baby pic...
April and Olivia are good and will be home tomorrow afternoon. I'm geeked!
April and Olivia are good and will be home tomorrow afternoon. I'm geeked!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
She's HERE!!!
Everyone welcome Olivia May.
Born: 10-11-08 5:30pm
Weight: 8 lbs 13 ounces
Length: 22 inches
After sixteen hours in the hospital Olivia was evicted from April's womb. Both baby and mom are doing great, dad too. More pictures to follow after I make my way out of this delirious haze.
Friday, October 10, 2008
ED Day +5
Today was my last day at work before I take my maternity leave. It was so hard to go! I've never left work for more than a week (for vacation) and now I'm going to be gone 6-7 weeks.
Almost all of my coworkers are women and moms, and they have been tremendously helpful to me during my pregnancy. As I announced that I was leaving everyone got up from their cubicles to bid me good-bye and wish me luck. It was so sweet.
It's going to be so weird to not work for 6 weeks. I've been working since I was 15 years old. I've never had this much time off.
Yeah, yeah--I know that I'll be busy with a screaming mimi (please don't be a screaming mimi, baby! please!) but it'll be weird to not have to report somewhere every day. To not have contact with the world's workforce or have to put on a uniform/pantyhose.
Hmm, wait a second...the no-pantyhose part actually sounds appealing...
Almost all of my coworkers are women and moms, and they have been tremendously helpful to me during my pregnancy. As I announced that I was leaving everyone got up from their cubicles to bid me good-bye and wish me luck. It was so sweet.
It's going to be so weird to not work for 6 weeks. I've been working since I was 15 years old. I've never had this much time off.
Yeah, yeah--I know that I'll be busy with a screaming mimi (please don't be a screaming mimi, baby! please!) but it'll be weird to not have to report somewhere every day. To not have contact with the world's workforce or have to put on a uniform/pantyhose.
Hmm, wait a second...the no-pantyhose part actually sounds appealing...
Thursday, October 9, 2008
ED Day +4
The waiting is the hardest part
Everyday you get one more yard
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part.
-Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Still waiting...
The OB scheduled an induction date for 6am next Wednesday. I was gunning for today, 10-9-8. We'll see.
btw, all you small grouper friends are awesome. Thanks for the visit and thanks for your generosity. We're glad you are all in our lives!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
ED Day +3
So I'm going to try to post on this every day until baby comes so that readers can rest easy--if I've posted a blog entry, I'm obviously not in labor! :)
We have received so many wonderful gifts for our child--it's overwhelming how generous people are! As I got the baby room ready this last weekend, I decided to take a photo of some of my fav things that baby H will get to enjoy.
There are homemade items (like the blankets), unique used things found in a second-hand store or something (Seuss book and Kittens book), and bitchin' clothes.
Most of the homemade items are on the left. I would like to give props to the people who made something, as I understand the time and love that went in to them:
Thank you to all who have helped us get ready for this kid. We couldn't have done it without every single one of you!!
We have received so many wonderful gifts for our child--it's overwhelming how generous people are! As I got the baby room ready this last weekend, I decided to take a photo of some of my fav things that baby H will get to enjoy.
There are homemade items (like the blankets), unique used things found in a second-hand store or something (Seuss book and Kittens book), and bitchin' clothes.
Most of the homemade items are on the left. I would like to give props to the people who made something, as I understand the time and love that went in to them:
- Pink and white blanket: Andrea
- Green and White blanket (Go STATE!): Heather P.
- Yellow blanket: Beth's mom
- Pink knit hat: Grandma Hunt
- Striped bolero sweater (isn't it the bomb?!???): Lizzy from London
- White sweater: Mom Marian
- Pink bibs: Sarah D.
- Burp cloths with blue and brown ribbon: Jess F.
Thank you to all who have helped us get ready for this kid. We couldn't have done it without every single one of you!!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
ED-Day +2
Hmmm…everyone seems to be on pins and needles here about this baby. Everyone except for me! :) I am looking forward to a lazy week of occasional vacuuming and therapeutic crocheting and do not anticipate a baby soon.
(On the crocheting note, do any siblings want me to crochet them something for Christmas? I am obsessed with crocheting right now. Well, I can only figure out blankets or other square-shaped things right now—like I think I could work out a scarf or maybe a hot pad. Annie has requested a Prada skirt—yeah, not sure about that one, but it’s nice that she thinks I could have the skills for it.)
Back to the baby update:
I saw the doctor today and the baby is pretty content right now, with little intent to leave. On Friday they will do a non-stress test thingy and give me a shot to get the party started. If she hasn’t read her eviction notice by next Wednesday, the doctor will take things into his own hands by inducing.
Sooo…don’t get too excited for baby news this week. You can get back on those pins and needles this weekend. Haha!
My money is on Sunday or Tuesday. Ever since I learned I was pregnant, I had picked Oct 12 for her birthday. No reason. Just felt right. However, Tuesday is the full moon, and even though there is no scientific evidence to support it, I believe the old wives’ tale that more babies are born on a full moon. I’m sure they talk about it in my crazy old Foxfire books somewhere…
Monday, October 6, 2008
ED Day +1
It's one day past the estimated delivery day.
All day yesterday I was on edge. Whenever April made a comment about aches or baby movement I immeadiately asked if it, labor- of course, was starting. April has a OB appointment Tuesday and if the baby hasn't arrived they will schedule an inducement date. I've got mixed feelings about inducement. It would be nice to have a "concrete" date that the baby will arrive, but it puts more stress on the baby. Either way, by ED Day +12 baby H will be out and about.
Enough waiting. I'm ready for this fatherhood business.
All day yesterday I was on edge. Whenever April made a comment about aches or baby movement I immeadiately asked if it, labor- of course, was starting. April has a OB appointment Tuesday and if the baby hasn't arrived they will schedule an inducement date. I've got mixed feelings about inducement. It would be nice to have a "concrete" date that the baby will arrive, but it puts more stress on the baby. Either way, by ED Day +12 baby H will be out and about.
Enough waiting. I'm ready for this fatherhood business.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Jesus Thong Room
Before we owned our Calvin house the back bedroom belonged to the teenage son of a single mom. They didn't have a lot of money, so he used what resources he could scrape up when it came to decorating his room:
posters and magazine pages of his favorite role models. Well, and just plain old models.
Oh, and a random image of the Cross.
When our friends the Ficks saw the photos of his room, Jess dubbed it the Jesus Thong Room.
(And no, I don't mean the thong you'd wear on your foot.) On one side you have the Cross hanging serenely between the basketball mega-stars of the day, showing off their rippling muscles as they drive the ball in for a slam dunk. On the other side you have... THONG TIME! And boob time. Thigh time. Basically, hot chicks.
Who would have thought that one could combine the two into the same space? Well, I guess you could, but who would want to? This teenage boy, I guess.
Since then JB and I have altered the room a little. Jesus is still welcome in the room (though he doesn't appear on any wall) but we had to let the thong ladies go. This house only has room for one hot chick, and I already got that job.
Notice the improvements we have made. Particularly the floor. And the nice clean doorknob. When these people painted their rooms they did not use
drop cloths. And they didn't bother to try to wipe up any messes, either. Unfortunately, their painting indiscretions on the windows are not viewable, but they basically painted all over the panes of glass and never scraped them. They also never cleaned the windows, so you couldn't really see out of them. I cut them some slack on the house's condition because they were poor, but these little things I just listed can be done for FREE. And the whole house was like this. Agh!
The room has morphed into guest room and now baby/kid's room, but I'll always remember it as the Jesus Thong Room.
posters and magazine pages of his favorite role models. Well, and just plain old models.Oh, and a random image of the Cross.
When our friends the Ficks saw the photos of his room, Jess dubbed it the Jesus Thong Room.
(And no, I don't mean the thong you'd wear on your foot.) On one side you have the Cross hanging serenely between the basketball mega-stars of the day, showing off their rippling muscles as they drive the ball in for a slam dunk. On the other side you have... THONG TIME! And boob time. Thigh time. Basically, hot chicks.Who would have thought that one could combine the two into the same space? Well, I guess you could, but who would want to? This teenage boy, I guess.
Since then JB and I have altered the room a little. Jesus is still welcome in the room (though he doesn't appear on any wall) but we had to let the thong ladies go. This house only has room for one hot chick, and I already got that job.
Notice the improvements we have made. Particularly the floor. And the nice clean doorknob. When these people painted their rooms they did not use
drop cloths. And they didn't bother to try to wipe up any messes, either. Unfortunately, their painting indiscretions on the windows are not viewable, but they basically painted all over the panes of glass and never scraped them. They also never cleaned the windows, so you couldn't really see out of them. I cut them some slack on the house's condition because they were poor, but these little things I just listed can be done for FREE. And the whole house was like this. Agh!
The room has morphed into guest room and now baby/kid's room, but I'll always remember it as the Jesus Thong Room.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Laundry Handicap
To preface, I love my wife and I am by no means perfect, but...
April is handicapped when it comes to the household chore of laundry. Seriously.
I work an unusual shift, 10am to 8pm, which limits the time I have to do chores in the evening. Tonight after stopping by Home Depot (aka the Homo) to pick up some house stuff I rushed home to grab a bite to eat and watch a little TV with April. We've been coveting lowkey one-on-one hang out time because soon this will be a thing of the past. After the show April gets up and tells me she's going to surf the net a bit and then go to bed. No biggie. So I let the dog out and noticed that the basement light was on. When I trudged down stairs I saw laundry.
Three bins stood full to the brim. Clothes crushed down into them.
April always complains about laundry. "Didn't we just finish this?" she always asks. And I always reply, "If you did the laundry in one evening, you wouldn't feel like you were perpetually doing laundry." When I do the laundry, I COMPLETE the laundry. I run everything through both the washer and the dryer and fold and put away everything. Conversely, when April does the laundry it takes about a week. She gets the first load all the way through the machines and it ends up on a chair in the living room. The second load stalls somewhere in the dryer and never makes it way out. The other two (or three if it's been awhile) lie in piles on our bedroom floor for me to trip over the next several days.
"April if you feel like you're always doing laundry; sweetie, it's because you are."
In the course of our wonderful 5+ years together April's laundry deficiency has continued if not worsened. I guess I should be thankful she has stopped ruining my clothes in the wash.
I've explained to her numerous times that I am more than happy and capable to do the laundry. Still April keeps on making her attempts. *sigh* Methinks, it's time for me to become the full time launderer once again.
April is handicapped when it comes to the household chore of laundry. Seriously.
I work an unusual shift, 10am to 8pm, which limits the time I have to do chores in the evening. Tonight after stopping by Home Depot (aka the Homo) to pick up some house stuff I rushed home to grab a bite to eat and watch a little TV with April. We've been coveting lowkey one-on-one hang out time because soon this will be a thing of the past. After the show April gets up and tells me she's going to surf the net a bit and then go to bed. No biggie. So I let the dog out and noticed that the basement light was on. When I trudged down stairs I saw laundry.
Three bins stood full to the brim. Clothes crushed down into them.
April always complains about laundry. "Didn't we just finish this?" she always asks. And I always reply, "If you did the laundry in one evening, you wouldn't feel like you were perpetually doing laundry." When I do the laundry, I COMPLETE the laundry. I run everything through both the washer and the dryer and fold and put away everything. Conversely, when April does the laundry it takes about a week. She gets the first load all the way through the machines and it ends up on a chair in the living room. The second load stalls somewhere in the dryer and never makes it way out. The other two (or three if it's been awhile) lie in piles on our bedroom floor for me to trip over the next several days.
"April if you feel like you're always doing laundry; sweetie, it's because you are."
In the course of our wonderful 5+ years together April's laundry deficiency has continued if not worsened. I guess I should be thankful she has stopped ruining my clothes in the wash.
I've explained to her numerous times that I am more than happy and capable to do the laundry. Still April keeps on making her attempts. *sigh* Methinks, it's time for me to become the full time launderer once again.
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