...takes talent, I'll have you know. You may now proceed to marvel as you read this and sporadically recall "she typed this all with one hand!"
It's gorgeous sunny out. Enough to make me consider hanging laundry outside, which would be good for my soul, but probably not dry any faster than inside 'cause it's still below freezing. Oh well. Also good for my soul would be to go for a walk to the library, which was the plan for the morning, except now it's almost 11, there is laundry EVERYWHERE (and dog hair in more places than that), and Haydon will need to eat soon. Oy. Scaleback of expectations of what to accomplish begins now...
But seriously. On the list of important every-day things I've put: a walk, a nap, a devotion, and a load of laundry. Supper is up there (like yesterday, supper happened - when I called James and asked for a Big Mac on his way home...). Those things alone can take up pretty much my whole day, when scheduled around feeds.
Which means I'd better stop typing (with one hand), throw a load of diapers in, feed this baby, and hit the road. That sunshine is too good to miss.
Thursday, January 21
Saturday, January 16
Some Pictures of My Boy
Tuesday, January 5
Haydon's Here!
Yes, our babe finally arrived. Here's how.
(This is going to be long. Just a warning)
Here's the short version:
Haydon Elliott Smith Wallace was born on December 17, 1:36 pm, at McMaster Children's Hospital. Weighed 7lbs, 8oz.
Here's the long version:
Haydon Elliott Smith Wallace was born on December 17, 1:36 pm, at McMaster Children's Hospital. Weighed 7lbs, 8oz.
Here's the long version:
I had an ultrasound scheduled for 3:15pm Wednesday, December 16, a routine procedure when babe is overdue (I was 41 wks, 1 day at that point) to ensure that everything is still hunky-dory in utero and that babe is fine to continue on its own schedule. I headed out that afternoon, picked up some Christmas presents, went to the library, found a one hour street parking spot near the hospital and sat down in the waiting room.
Once on the bed,t he ultrasound tech kept getting me to switch positions, lay this way or that, poke the baby where I usually feel the most movement. "Is your baby usually pretty active?" She asked. Yes and no, was the answer - he usually had 2-3 really active periods during the day, but the rest of the time would barely move at all, this being one of those "rest-of-the-times." The lack of movement during the ultrasound, combined with a couple of other factors, was some cause of concern, so they sent me from ultrasound up to labour and delivery to do a non-stress test (NST) - "a routine thing when baby is overdue - no cause for concern."
So, I trek across the hospital, calling James on the way, slightly unsettled, and mostly annoyed, because I knew the lack of movement was not abnormal for my baby, and that everything was likely fine. I get up to reception at labour and delivery, tell them I've been sent up from ultra sound for a test. "Who are you? They didn't call to say you're coming. (huffy breath) They're sending everybody today. Go sit down." So I do. Only to be called moments later and asked who my care provider is. I give them my midwife's name. "Oh. You're with a midwife. She should be the one running this test, not our OB..." (spoken with some snarky frustration - as ifI requested their OB)"...gimme a sec to get in touch with your midwife." Back to sit down. She makes some phone calls, I can slightly overhear from the waiting area. My midwife is in a delivery at the other hospital. My back-up midwife is in a delivery at this hospital. They don't have any of my records. "I have a copy here..." "I'll just get them faxed over." (WHY must we make things more complicated...???I had copies of everything right up to my last visit in my purse.)
Wait. Text James. Call/text a few other people. A woman comes in, introduces herself as Elizabeth another midwife from my midwife's office. Is going to do the test with me - is very apologetic that she is tied up with another patient going through the same thing and will be in and out. Explains that based on what they saw on the ultrasound, induction might be necessary. Says tears are ok (I was planning a natural birth at home. An induction would require me to be in the hospital, and had the possibility of leading to other interventions being necessary, which was totally the opposite from my plan. This wasn't even the hospital I had planned to go as my back-up hospital. I was parked in a one-hr parking spot. I had ground beef in the fridge that needed to be cooked for supper...). Tears come.
She's back in a few minutes, I'm putting on a horrible hospital gown, having monitors strapped to my tummy, sitting on a crappy bed looking at the ugliest pastel plaid curtain in the world. The monitors keep track of the baby's heartrate (which was fine), and my contractions (which I was surprised to discover I was already having, mildly). I'm given a button and told to push it whenever I feel the baby moving. I sit. I press the button, I text James, call my parents, text some friends and ask for prayer. Press the button. Elizabeth is in and out, looking at the print out from the monitors and the number of times I've pressed the button. Blood pressure, temperature check, etc. James arrives (finally!).
Elizabeth comes back, says that the stuff they're monitoring looks ok, but because of the indicators on the ultrasound, they were really going to push for induction. I don't totally understand the way it all works, but there is a point system for how well the baby is doing based on a variety of factors, and we were at 4 out of 8 points - not good. There was concern that this late in the pregnancy the placenta couldn't/wasn't sustaining the baby. Basically, it was best for the baby to come out as soon as possible. Will further discuss with the OB and my back-up midwife (Mariana - just finished a delivery at the hospital I was at.) Induction would be pushed.
(Enter my frustration with this process - I was already having mild contractions, and I knew that the lack of movement during the ultrasound was not a concern - since then the baby had been moving lots. I was pretty sure that I could have a baby on my own without induction in the next day or so).
The decision to induce was made - we toyed with the idea of waiting until the morning and seeing if labour started on its own, but because there were already 4 inductions or c-sections scheduled in the morning, and I wouldn't be considered urgent if we chose to wait, it could have been late in the day or even into Friday before I was next in line. So, at 11:00, they hooked me up to an IV and started the pitocin. Hooray for starting labour after being awake all day and not eating anything since lunch. Sigh. Mom came to hang out while James went home to grab our hospital bag. Then we waited for things to start. Sent Mom home around 1:30-2ish - seemed silly to have all 3 of us there trying to sleep when no one probably would.
Sidebar about nurses. Nurses come good, and nurses come bad, and we got to experience both. Our first nurse, Catherine, was the latter, unfortunately (I think she probably would've been a nice person, but I didn't like her as a nurse). One of the first things she asked me was if she should order my epidural.
"No thanks, I'm planning a natural birth."
"That's what you think now, honey. Wait until it's 4 or 5 am, you've been up a day and a half and the contractions start. We'll see then."
She asked me what was important to me about a home birth so we could see what could be protected. I told her it was important to me to be able to move around as much as possible so that I could try different positions to labour in, in an effort to keep the labour moving along and as natural as possible. She pretty much laughed, and said "Well, that's out the window now honey." I was attached to two monitors that wrapped around my belly - one to measure fetal heartbeat, one to measure contractions, plus the IV. "You're stuck in that bed," she told me. I asked if the hospital had a birth ball I could try. "Yes, but not an option with these monitors and wires," was the answer. (Later a resident dr. came in, acknowledged that I wanted a natural birth, and offered the birth ball. Nurse hesitates, states that she has a latex allergy and something in the ball sets it off....GRR!)
But, there were 2 great nurses to make up for this frustration. When Catherine went on her lunch around 4am, Cindy came in, and she was awesome. First thing she said was "Why don't you get up off that bed and move around for a bit! Try some different positions!" (At this point I'm thinking, you've got to be kidding me, I thought that wasn't allowed....). She gets me up, brings a stool we can try, the ball, lets me walk around a bit. She gave James some tips on how to help me, where to touch, what to say. She was AMAZING. I was sad when she had to go (we actually asked her if she could stay). Before her shift was over at 8, she came back to wish us luck and say good bye. Made me cry.
Second great nurse was there for the rest, from 8am on. Her name was Pam. She came in and said "So, we're doing this naturally, eh? Good for you - I know you can do it! I did it four times, you can do it." Such a nice change of tone. I really appreciated it.
Around 5:30 things were ramping up, contractions getting stronger and fairly close together. James called our midwife, Emily, and she arrived 6ish. I laboured on my own until about 9, and was running out of steam. I was also sick of having every random resident dr. walk in and say "Why hasn't she had an epidural yet? Would you like an epidural?" Pam the wonderful nurse finally told one of them "We're not saying the e-word. She knows it's an option." Finally, I said I think I needed the epidural. James was wary - he knew how important it had been to me to do this naturally. Pam suggested I try labouring another hour and see how far I progressed - I was at 4 cm at this point. I agreed, but within about 15 minutes asked to have the epidural. As much as I would've really liked to have given birth naturally, I was too exhausted at that point. I had begged them to take off the monitors and let me get in the tub or shower (the heart monitor had been fine all along, and the contraction monitor wasn't even picking anything up), but they couldn't, apparently. Pam and Emily were both very supportive of the switch. I had the epidural administered, and everything quieted down for awhile. James was able to sleep for an hour or so, I dozed in and out, Emily went home for lunch with her kids. Within an hour and half, I was dilated to 9.5 cm.
Pam and Emily both said that sometimes the body just needs that help to relax and things pick up from there. By about 12-12:30, I was ready to push.
That was awful. You don't need details. I'm pretty sure that my epidural was NOT as strong as it could've been, let's just say that (which I'm ok with - I wanted to be able to feel my birth, but it was frustrating to be told that it shouldn't hurt that much - especially when they were stitching me up after).
Haydon Elliott Smith Wallace was born at 1:36pm, 7lbs 8 oz. Daddy cut the cord. Because I was induced due to fetal concerns, there was some crazy neo-natal swat team that scooped him and started examining him, which I was upset with - I had stated under no uncertain terms that he was to come right up on my tummy before any examinations or anything took place. James and Emily argued and wrangled with the team and he was back with me before long, laying on my chest while I was stitched up. Because Haydon and I were both healthy, I was transferred back into the care of Emily, and the ridiculous number of drs. and residents left. I showered, she tidied up and examined Haydon, and we were off to the post-partum ward in an hour or so. We left the hospital the next afternoon at 2:30.
Haydon is now almost 3 weeks old. He's gaining weight like a champ - up to 9lbs, as of yesterday. He is a very content baby, sleeps well, eats well, and we couldn't ask for more. James is the best dad and support I could ask for - he is a laundry machine, and is doing everything he can to make sure I get as much rest as possible and to support me (in return, he gets to sleep through the night, most of the time).
I...am doing ok. It's taking me a long time to heal, and I can't walk far or stand for too long without being in a fair bit of pain, which is frustrating, 'cause there are things around the house that I would like to do so that I don't have to ask James to, but it's just not happening. Breastfeeding has also been a bit of a challenge (for me - Haydon seems to be ok with it, judging by his weightgain), and I am being treated for an infection right now, which is a pain (literally). I think if it wasn't for the physical stuff, I'd say I'm doing pretty well - I'm enjoying my babe, am getting enough sleep, and am excited about momming - I'm just frustrated by the physical set-backs.
I'll add a picture soon! I just realized they are all on James' computer.
Sidebar about nurses. Nurses come good, and nurses come bad, and we got to experience both. Our first nurse, Catherine, was the latter, unfortunately (I think she probably would've been a nice person, but I didn't like her as a nurse). One of the first things she asked me was if she should order my epidural.
"No thanks, I'm planning a natural birth."
"That's what you think now, honey. Wait until it's 4 or 5 am, you've been up a day and a half and the contractions start. We'll see then."
She asked me what was important to me about a home birth so we could see what could be protected. I told her it was important to me to be able to move around as much as possible so that I could try different positions to labour in, in an effort to keep the labour moving along and as natural as possible. She pretty much laughed, and said "Well, that's out the window now honey." I was attached to two monitors that wrapped around my belly - one to measure fetal heartbeat, one to measure contractions, plus the IV. "You're stuck in that bed," she told me. I asked if the hospital had a birth ball I could try. "Yes, but not an option with these monitors and wires," was the answer. (Later a resident dr. came in, acknowledged that I wanted a natural birth, and offered the birth ball. Nurse hesitates, states that she has a latex allergy and something in the ball sets it off....GRR!)
But, there were 2 great nurses to make up for this frustration. When Catherine went on her lunch around 4am, Cindy came in, and she was awesome. First thing she said was "Why don't you get up off that bed and move around for a bit! Try some different positions!" (At this point I'm thinking, you've got to be kidding me, I thought that wasn't allowed....). She gets me up, brings a stool we can try, the ball, lets me walk around a bit. She gave James some tips on how to help me, where to touch, what to say. She was AMAZING. I was sad when she had to go (we actually asked her if she could stay). Before her shift was over at 8, she came back to wish us luck and say good bye. Made me cry.
Second great nurse was there for the rest, from 8am on. Her name was Pam. She came in and said "So, we're doing this naturally, eh? Good for you - I know you can do it! I did it four times, you can do it." Such a nice change of tone. I really appreciated it.
Around 5:30 things were ramping up, contractions getting stronger and fairly close together. James called our midwife, Emily, and she arrived 6ish. I laboured on my own until about 9, and was running out of steam. I was also sick of having every random resident dr. walk in and say "Why hasn't she had an epidural yet? Would you like an epidural?" Pam the wonderful nurse finally told one of them "We're not saying the e-word. She knows it's an option." Finally, I said I think I needed the epidural. James was wary - he knew how important it had been to me to do this naturally. Pam suggested I try labouring another hour and see how far I progressed - I was at 4 cm at this point. I agreed, but within about 15 minutes asked to have the epidural. As much as I would've really liked to have given birth naturally, I was too exhausted at that point. I had begged them to take off the monitors and let me get in the tub or shower (the heart monitor had been fine all along, and the contraction monitor wasn't even picking anything up), but they couldn't, apparently. Pam and Emily were both very supportive of the switch. I had the epidural administered, and everything quieted down for awhile. James was able to sleep for an hour or so, I dozed in and out, Emily went home for lunch with her kids. Within an hour and half, I was dilated to 9.5 cm.
Pam and Emily both said that sometimes the body just needs that help to relax and things pick up from there. By about 12-12:30, I was ready to push.
That was awful. You don't need details. I'm pretty sure that my epidural was NOT as strong as it could've been, let's just say that (which I'm ok with - I wanted to be able to feel my birth, but it was frustrating to be told that it shouldn't hurt that much - especially when they were stitching me up after).
Haydon Elliott Smith Wallace was born at 1:36pm, 7lbs 8 oz. Daddy cut the cord. Because I was induced due to fetal concerns, there was some crazy neo-natal swat team that scooped him and started examining him, which I was upset with - I had stated under no uncertain terms that he was to come right up on my tummy before any examinations or anything took place. James and Emily argued and wrangled with the team and he was back with me before long, laying on my chest while I was stitched up. Because Haydon and I were both healthy, I was transferred back into the care of Emily, and the ridiculous number of drs. and residents left. I showered, she tidied up and examined Haydon, and we were off to the post-partum ward in an hour or so. We left the hospital the next afternoon at 2:30.
Haydon is now almost 3 weeks old. He's gaining weight like a champ - up to 9lbs, as of yesterday. He is a very content baby, sleeps well, eats well, and we couldn't ask for more. James is the best dad and support I could ask for - he is a laundry machine, and is doing everything he can to make sure I get as much rest as possible and to support me (in return, he gets to sleep through the night, most of the time).
I...am doing ok. It's taking me a long time to heal, and I can't walk far or stand for too long without being in a fair bit of pain, which is frustrating, 'cause there are things around the house that I would like to do so that I don't have to ask James to, but it's just not happening. Breastfeeding has also been a bit of a challenge (for me - Haydon seems to be ok with it, judging by his weightgain), and I am being treated for an infection right now, which is a pain (literally). I think if it wasn't for the physical stuff, I'd say I'm doing pretty well - I'm enjoying my babe, am getting enough sleep, and am excited about momming - I'm just frustrated by the physical set-backs.
I'll add a picture soon! I just realized they are all on James' computer.
Monday, December 14
No, I have NOT had a baby yet
Sorry to disappoint.
You've gotta love that change in people's voices when I call, then proceed to discuss mundane business.
"Hello!?!"
"Hey, it's Rae. How's it going?"
"Good....you?????"
"Good! How was your weekend?"
"...Oh. I thought you were calling to say you were in labour."
Pretty sure that conversation would've gone more like:
"Hello!?!"
"Hi! Labour's started! Can you call _____ and let them know? We'll call to give you an update as things progress!"
Even better than the disappointed voices on the other end of the line are the in-person meetings. "I thought I wouldn't see you this week!" (as if I had changed my plans and re-scheduled my due date).
"Oh...you're still here?"
The best is:
"No baby yet?"
Um, actually, we had the baby, left it at home with the dog, and then I shoved a beach ball under my shirt for this outing.
Honestly people! Do you really think you want this baby to come out more than I do? And do you really think we'll let it happen without informing you? Trust me, when we have the baby (and it better be sooner rather than later), we'll let you know.
Until then, I will continue to disappoint you with mundane phone calls.
Thursday, December 10
That Darned Cat
We used to have a cat. He was nice (kind of, to some people, on some days). He disappeared when we moved (he was an indoor/outdoor cat - we figured he'd come back to the new house like he had last time we moved. He didn't).
My mother is relieved (she was also afraid of him). She thinks it's providential that he disappeared not long before our baby comes. She thinks he would've jumped in the crib and smothered the baby. He was a big cat.
Twice today I have looked out the window and noticed two different cats chase the same large tabby across the street. It looks like Monty.
I miss Monty.
My mother is relieved (she was also afraid of him). She thinks it's providential that he disappeared not long before our baby comes. She thinks he would've jumped in the crib and smothered the baby. He was a big cat.
Twice today I have looked out the window and noticed two different cats chase the same large tabby across the street. It looks like Monty.
I miss Monty.
Tuesday, December 8
Things I Could Do to Alleviate Boredom
I'm bored.
It's cold and dark, and I'm home today without a car, and am left to my own devices to keep myself entertained within these four walls. Which, shouldn't really be THAT difficult, considering James was home all morning and I didn't start being home and alone until, 1ish. I should be able to keep myself occupied. I put on a movie and knit for awhile, then took all the knitting out (for a second time) because I screwed it up AGAIN (at some point I should learn to fix the mistakes, 'cause when I'm 3/4 done a project it's going to be a lot more upsetting to take it all out than when I'm still in the first 10ish rows). Then I watched another TV show...then I decided I was bored.
Now, I know I don't have to be bored. I have lots of things I could do, and I know this. In fact, some of them not only I could do, but really should do, but am seemingly lacking the motivation. What could I do? I could...
- clean up the memory card for the camera so that it's full of room for baby pictures (and so that when I want to print those babies, I don't have to wade through a year's worth of random photos).
- write and address Christmas cards, getting them ready to just pop in a baby announcement and then send
- fold the basket of laundry that's sitting beside me
-vacuum
-clean the bathroom in the basement that hasn't been cleaned since we moved into our house because I am laaaaazy (I did, however, take down a cloth, cleaner, and rubber gloves 2 weeks ago. I'm well on my way to having it cleaned, really).
-cook up some food to put in the freezer for when the baby comes
-plan our worship service for this coming week
-brush up on Christmas carols on the piano
-brush the dog
-organize the back bedroom - specifically my crafty stuff
-try knitting (again)
...or just sit here being bored and making lists of things I could be doing, but not do any of them and instead just contemplate how bored I am. Hmm.
Where would you start? Any suggestions?
(finally - shameless plug for my blog. I know many of you read this on facebook, which is fine and all, since I publish it there as well. But, really, you should check out my blog. I think in the next couple of weeks I may stop doing the facebook publishing part, so, if you wanna know, you'll have to check out the real thing.) It's http://raewallace.blogspot.com
Monday, December 7
These Are a Few of My Favourite Things...
Life is good, and I am thankful. Thought I'd take a quick minute and tell all about my lovely weekend. Blogging is wierd, and I am aware that this is grandstanding to a degree, but, hello internet culture, apparently this is what we do.
Friday night I cooked a nice supper for St. James, who finally got his weekend off - no working, no emptying sheds out at our old house (which is officially no longer ours as of Friday - hooray for only owning 1 home!), no extra church responsibilities, no projects on the books at new house. Downside of cooking nice dinner in current home is that the only working oven in our house is in the basement. The kitchen is on the main floor. The woman we bought the house from had a summer kitchen of sorts in her basement (for canning etc, I'm assuming), so there was a second stove down there. Both that stove, and the stove in the kitchen, are probably around 50 years old. Stove in the kitchen died the second time we tried to use it. Not completely true - the oven died. The stove top still works. So, when cooking a meal that requires both, rather than just standing and stirring something at the stove top and then bending over when it's time to put something in the oven, or check on something in the oven, cooking in our house currently requires running up and down a flight of stairs to put things in the oven while hoping that the things on the stove upstairs are ok and that there's nothing on the counter that the dog is eating, and trusting that things in the stove downstairs are ok, 'cause if you expect I'm hauling my pregnant butt down there AGAIN just to check on the stinkin' whatever it is, you're wrong.
Where was I...Friday. Dinner with James (including pumpkin pie, because, I can be a good wife SOMETIMES), and chillin' in front of the TV - we got caught up on Glee and Ugly Betty. Good times.
Saturday. Baked for church fundraiser, then Maker's Market with Tracy and Sanda. Pretty things, good company, nice morning. Home to lunch with James, then had a nice visit with his parents, did some Locke St to look for Christmas presents (no luck), then to Ottawa St. to buy diapers, then home to read a magazine/nap before heading out to go bowling with some peeps from church. We had a 6 yr. old with us, so we got bumpers in our gutters. The 6 yr. old beat me 2 out of 3 games. I blame the belly.
Sunday. Church - was good. I kind of sketched out the themes and sermon topics for our advent season this year, and it's a little wierd and nerve-wracking to anticipate a sermon preached by someone else based on your idease. You hope that they caught the gist of what you were trying to communicate in the short little write up you gave them. Matt did an awesome job of summing up my ideas and communicating them super well. Interested? You can listen here. Afterwards, people came back to our place for lunch, and then we all just kind of lounged together for the afternoon, reading, knitting, playing video games, etc, until we received a dinner invite from James' brother, and we kicked our friends out of our house to go eat ribs. Mmmm. Then we hightailed it from there to Kitchener to hear a concert of Steve Bell and the K-W Symphony Orchestra with my fam, which was fantastic. Steve Bell is probably my favourite singer/songwriter.
And now it is Monday morning. I am sitting in my jammers still (desparately in need of a shower), my kitchen still has dishes to be done from yesterday, and I have 2-3 loads of laundry that need to be folded and put away, so I should really get moving. So thankful to have had such a great weekend though. I feel rested and refreshed and ready for a new...life. Complete with a baby. You hear that kid? Time to come out...
Friday night I cooked a nice supper for St. James, who finally got his weekend off - no working, no emptying sheds out at our old house (which is officially no longer ours as of Friday - hooray for only owning 1 home!), no extra church responsibilities, no projects on the books at new house. Downside of cooking nice dinner in current home is that the only working oven in our house is in the basement. The kitchen is on the main floor. The woman we bought the house from had a summer kitchen of sorts in her basement (for canning etc, I'm assuming), so there was a second stove down there. Both that stove, and the stove in the kitchen, are probably around 50 years old. Stove in the kitchen died the second time we tried to use it. Not completely true - the oven died. The stove top still works. So, when cooking a meal that requires both, rather than just standing and stirring something at the stove top and then bending over when it's time to put something in the oven, or check on something in the oven, cooking in our house currently requires running up and down a flight of stairs to put things in the oven while hoping that the things on the stove upstairs are ok and that there's nothing on the counter that the dog is eating, and trusting that things in the stove downstairs are ok, 'cause if you expect I'm hauling my pregnant butt down there AGAIN just to check on the stinkin' whatever it is, you're wrong.
Where was I...Friday. Dinner with James (including pumpkin pie, because, I can be a good wife SOMETIMES), and chillin' in front of the TV - we got caught up on Glee and Ugly Betty. Good times.
Saturday. Baked for church fundraiser, then Maker's Market with Tracy and Sanda. Pretty things, good company, nice morning. Home to lunch with James, then had a nice visit with his parents, did some Locke St to look for Christmas presents (no luck), then to Ottawa St. to buy diapers, then home to read a magazine/nap before heading out to go bowling with some peeps from church. We had a 6 yr. old with us, so we got bumpers in our gutters. The 6 yr. old beat me 2 out of 3 games. I blame the belly.
Sunday. Church - was good. I kind of sketched out the themes and sermon topics for our advent season this year, and it's a little wierd and nerve-wracking to anticipate a sermon preached by someone else based on your idease. You hope that they caught the gist of what you were trying to communicate in the short little write up you gave them. Matt did an awesome job of summing up my ideas and communicating them super well. Interested? You can listen here. Afterwards, people came back to our place for lunch, and then we all just kind of lounged together for the afternoon, reading, knitting, playing video games, etc, until we received a dinner invite from James' brother, and we kicked our friends out of our house to go eat ribs. Mmmm. Then we hightailed it from there to Kitchener to hear a concert of Steve Bell and the K-W Symphony Orchestra with my fam, which was fantastic. Steve Bell is probably my favourite singer/songwriter.
And now it is Monday morning. I am sitting in my jammers still (desparately in need of a shower), my kitchen still has dishes to be done from yesterday, and I have 2-3 loads of laundry that need to be folded and put away, so I should really get moving. So thankful to have had such a great weekend though. I feel rested and refreshed and ready for a new...life. Complete with a baby. You hear that kid? Time to come out...
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