Baby Blues, Bad News, Good News...

Bad news and baby blues are not good companions. My poor Mr. must be at a loss as to what to do with me some days. It's actually getting better, which is why I can write about it now. There were a few days when I could hardly open my mouth without crying. It all started when the baby was two days old and had to go to the Dr to get his bilirubin level checked (again). There weren't any appointments, so they "squeezed" me in. I should have recognized that as a bad sign, and prepared myself...

We arrived three minutes early, and sat down in the waiting area. I thought the baby would be getting hungry soon, but figured I'd wait until after we saw the dr. We waited for an hour. When we got into the room, the aide wanted to weigh him. I told her we were only there for his bilirubin test and that I'd rather not get him undressed (he was still sleeping, although I knew any minute he'd wake up screaming). She left and a few minutes later the dr. walked in. It wasn't our regular dr, which makes the next part even more embarrassing... As soon as he asked how we were doing, I burst into tears. It was hard not to laugh while I was crying, which made it sound like I was crying a lot more than I really was.

Oh well.

Bad news later that day didn't help.

Thankfully, my emotional roller coaster seems like it's slowing down a bit. It's also been nice that I've had three bits of good news (actually all of them happened yesterday...).

Two more of my friends are pregnant. In a couple of years (assuming they all live close enough to get together regularly) we'll have a nice group of little kids to play together. There will be 5 babies all within a year of each other. The last bit of good news is that another friend is getting married!

Baby

The baby is here! We left for the hospital around midnight, and the little guy was born at 5:43 am. I'm so glad that my sister and Mr were both there, I couldn't have gotten through the event without them.

The baby has light hair! Both of his brothers were born with very dark hair, so this might be our redhead. The other surprise was his size, his brothers were both under 7lbs. This guy was 8lbs 3oz and 20 inches long.

Pictures to follow...

No News Is No News...

Still no news on the baby front, at least the MY baby front.

A & N's baby was born last wednesday, and I got to hold him for a little while on sunday. He is a beautiful little baby. I love the little faces that newborns make when they are sleeping. Little half-smiles, worried faces... I love them all.

I'd be jealous, except that he was born via c-section, which doesn't sound like much fun to me... The good thing for them is that now N gets to start feeling better every day, whereas, I keep getting more and more uncomfortable every day.

:)

Smart Husband, Handsome Husband...

I was chatting briefly with my Mr via iChat, and I mentioned how I was feeling tired and just kind of all around blah-like today. (This of course has nothing to do with the fact that I am huge-pregnant and generally uncomfortable, and not sleeping well.) He, being the smart Mr. that he is asked, "Do you want me to comment, or just listen?" I told him comments were welcome. I thought he'd say to go take a nap. Instead he said that I should go clean up some of the piles of stuff that are sitting around the house.

My knee-jerk reaction was to tell HIM to go clean up the piles of stuff that are sitting around the house, but instead I took a breath and thought, hmmm, he's right, if I stopped sitting here and did something that involved moving around PLUS had the benefit of the house looking nicer, I might really feel better.

He's a smart Mr.

My brother-in-law put together a DVD slide-show for my Mr's (that looks like Mrs, but it's not) birthday last week. After we finished watching it, my sister-in-law said something about how he just keeps getting better and better looking. Unable to restrain myself, I burst out with "THAT'S WHAT I THINK!!!". I didn't mean for it to come out so loudly, and everyone had a good laugh over it, but really, my Mr. just keeps getting better and better looking. He's aging very nicely (for someone so young).

He's a handsome Mr.

Plus he rubs my feet/ankles every night. They hurt after a whole day of lugging around nearly 40lbs more than normal (and yes, I've almost gained 40 lbs, but this post is not about me).