Scout's Birth Story

So, I totally though that Scout was going to come early. I don't know why but I really felt she would come at like 38 weeks. Geddy came on his due date and she just felt like she was further along to me so when my due date came and went, I was pretty surprised.

I met with my Doctors each week at the end. My blood pressure looked awesome this time around (it was a little high with Geddy) and I wasn't feeling any contractions or anything so I just continued being pregnant. Some of the Doctors kept pointing out that if I were doing a C-Section I could schedule a due date and get this over with but over all, they were respectful of my desire to try for a VBAC (vaginal birth after a c-section). Her heart beat was still super strong and I was still feeling her move so they gave me the go ahead to keep waiting if I wanted.

40 Weeks and 6 Days Pregnant

So we continued to wait. And wait. And wait. AND WAIT. I was still not really dilated, maybe like 1 1/2 cm and she was still carrying really high so we were entirely unsure of what was going to happen. So I was given the option of what I wanted to do. After discussing it with Chad, I came to the conclusion that I would be "induced" at 41 weeks and if I was not successful with the induction (meaning I don't dilate or there were any other complications) I would go through with a C-Section. My Doctor felt good about that so we planned to be induced on Monday, May 4th.

On Sunday night, we got a call from the hospital (like we were told we would) and they explained that we were "on call" for the next day. I thought that was totally bogus. On call? What the? So basically, they would call us about an hour before they needed me to arrive. That could be at any point. They couldn't guarantee anything, not even that I would get in on that day, which was so frustrating, by the way. This pregnancy seemed to consist of a lot of "wait and see" moments and we were all just so ready to meet her.

After we anxiously waited for our call, we got last minute things ready. It was nice to be able to plan ahead, I will say that. We got Geddy over to my Mom's house and packed his overnight bag for when he would be staying at Chad's Mom's house that evening (the Grandparents were SO amazing through all this). Finally, we got our call. It was 4:00 in the afternoon and we were told we needed to be there at 4:30. I got all jittery and nervous with a fit of giggles (that's what happens when I get nervous).

We grabbed my bags and calmly got in the car and drove to the hospital. It was weird and delightful how peaceful the event actually was because with Geddy, I was in labor and experiencing really terrible contractions as we drove from Provo to American Fork. Not what I would call peaceful. We said a prayer in the car and talked about how excited and wonderful this was. And I told him how nervous I was feeling.

So nervous/excited to have this baby!

We arrived and were taken to our room and I was told to get in my gown and take a seat. So I did and we sat next to each other and waited. I remember just cracking stupid jokes and giggling like crazy and holding hands and walking around the room because I was just so dang nervous. Then someone came in the room, I don't remember who exactly, I think it was the nurse. She hooked me up to the monitor and then the doctor came in and took a look at everything. I hadn't been feeling any contractions but apparently I was having them which was cool. The doctor broke my water to see if we could get things going. (We didn't want to use Pitocin right away because that can make the risk of my scar rupturing a bit higher). So they broke my water and Chad and I walked around the halls of the hospital trying to see if we could make some things happen (like my cervix dilating, that would be good).

Chad's Hospital Band

We walked around for about 20 minutes and the contractions really did start to get stronger to the point where I would need to stop and lean on the wall to get through them each time. So, we waddled back to our room so I could sit down. I was "put back in bed" so they could continue to monitor the baby and my contractions. When they broke my water, they did notice a little bit of brown, which meant there was some Meconium in my water. Aka: Scout pooped. Now, that happened with Geddy as well (apparently my kids are big poopers!) but his was so severe with him that my water was like black (the nurse said she never saw water that dark, perhaps why we had such problems with that delivery). But with Scout, the water was really light brown AND her heart rate was super steady. She was as a strong as an ox, for reals, she handled all the stress of the delivery so well.

Get this baby out of me! 

***Side note. I realize that I am a fairly tall woman at 5'9" but the hospital beds seemed SO small to me this time around. Like, I constantly felt like a giant person because my feet would stick off the edge. Weird? I agree. Anyway, continuing on!

Because Scout was doing so well, the Doctor felt confident that we could keep trying for a vaginal delivery. Now, there were several things that we had to be careful of with this delivery. 1) The Meconium. We don't want her to ingest it and if she did, her heart rate would start to drop and she would be stressed and 2) we had to be careful that my C-Section scar didn't rupture and the best way to tell if that was happening was her heart rate again. We REALLY wanted her heart rate to be STRONG and STEADY. So far so good.

At this point, I just waited and got through the contractions. They checked my cervix and SADLY, it was still like a 2. I remember feeling pretty disheartened about it. If I didn't dilate, we would have to have a C-Section but I really felt like my body could do it. I know it could. I just kept at it until the contractions were starting to get REALLY uncomfortable. They were to the point where I was struggling. I called the nurse and asked if it would be too early to get the epidural. At this point, it was about 8:00pm so I had been having contractions for several hours. She called the anesthesiologist and he came in. Things were going super smoothly and he got everything set up and just as he was about to put the dang thing in my back a nurse runs in and says there is an emergency that he had to be called away. I was SO close to getting the epidural but he had to drop what he was doing to help another Mother (a woman was having twins and got the first twin out vaginally but the second baby would have to be a C-Section, wouldn't that be SO hard? You basically have to deliver BOTH WAYS. Ahhhh! My heart when out to that woman). They explained that I would have to wait 45 minutes and in the mean time they could give me this other medication that takes the edge off but doesn't last very long. I don't know what that medicine was called but it was AWESOME. I was giggling and cracking lame jokes to Chad. It was really awesome. BUT it didn't last long.

45 minutes passed and the nurse came in to tell us that unfortunately, there was ANOTHER emergency (a woman came in dilated to a 6 and the baby's heart rate was dropping and they had to do a C-Section, again, SO scary) so he had to go and help her. We waited an additional 45 minutes. This 45 minutes was not as fun and trippy as the first. It was agony. My contractions were much worse coming every 3 minutes or so and I was really tired at this point. I had been up all day and dealing with contractions for several hours. And honestly, I didn't want to have a natural birth so I wasn't all about "powering through like a bad a**" I just wanted my meds! Finally, after a total of an hour and a half of waiting, the anesthesiologist returned and gave me the epidural. Hallelujah! At that moment, he was my favorite person in the world.

I remember that right after I got the epidural, I kept getting light headed and dizzy so they had to keep giving me this stuff that helped. But I had to keep asking for it because I kept getting so dizzy. My legs finally got all numb and we just waited. At this point, it was like 11 or so at night and I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything since 1:30 that afternoon and my stomach was hurting from being so empty but you're not allowed to eat anything so I just drank water. It was the worst.

Even though I had the epidural, I could still feel the pressure of the baby and the contractions. I tried turning the lights off so Chad and I could sleep but I just couldn't. I was feeling too much and I would get dizzy from time to time and I would have to move because one leg was numb and then the other one wasn't so they would rotate me slightly until both legs were numb again. I couldn't sleep yet I was so exhausted. I was also worried about our dog. This sounds so dumb but it's true. We had left her at our apartment without really thinking how LONG this would take. Foolish of us I know. So being the anxious human that I am, I told Chad my concerns and made him call his Mom and ask her to pick up our Lady Pup. Keep in mind it was midnight. Hahahaha, I am the worst. Totally dumb on my part. We just thought that Chad would be able to go home to her earlier than what was happening. Amazingly, they came to the rescue and picked up our pup (thank you Diana and Glenna!)

Since getting the epidural, I was able to relax more and they gave me very SMALL amounts of Pitocin just to give it a nudge. They felt confident with how well Scout was doing so we made the decision to give a tiny bit of Pitocin a try just to see if it would help me dilate. AND IT DID! They checked at about 1 am and I was at a 5. Hurray! They were also monitoring INSIDE my body as well. They put something up there that kept track of how my contractions were effecting my body and the baby and stuff...I know, I really know my medical lingo.

At about 2 in the morning, I started to feel intense rectum pressure. I know, gross but this is reality. It was so intense that I called the nurse in to check what was going on. At this point it was about 2:30am. They checked my cervix and I was already dilated to an 8 and the baby was LOW. Like so low. we were getting really close to pushing. At about 3, they woke up my Doctor and had him come in and check everything out. I was at about a 9 and getting really close to needing to push. The pressure was incredibly INTENSE. It wasn't crazy painful but it was pretty uncomfortable. I felt like I was going to push the baby out my butt. Hahaha, it was a weird feeling. The Doctor wanted us to wait another hour just so that I was dilated completely and would hopefully make it so I wasn't pushing as long.

I remember being really ready to be done. It had been 10+ hours and I hadn't slept at all and was really exhausted. I was also so hungry that I was kinda nauseous. I just kept drinking water trying to trick my stomach that there was something in it. We waited that hour and then our Doctor wanted us to wait another 30 minutes. When they gave me the epidural, they also gave me this magic button that would let me push it to give an extra boost of pain meds. I started using that special button at this point because it was so uncomfortable.

At 5:32am, we started pushing. Oh pushing. What a frustrating affair. I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed...and so on. Basically, the baby's head was low but couldn't quite make it past my pelvic bone. I would push and she would move past it but when I stopped pushing, she would slide back in. Graphic, yes? I pushed until 8am and our Doctor came in (it was one of our other Doctors because there was a shift change) and he candidly told us that they usually don't allow women to push longer than 3 hours and basically, if we couldn't get her out soon, we would have to do a C-Section. He explained that if the baby doesn't fit, then she just won't fit.

I was SO exhausted. I was actually sleeping in between contractions (every 3 minutes) because I was so tired. I had also started throwing up after pushing for about an hour but there was nothing in my stomach except for water from the ice I was chewing. It was brutal. Truly the most physically exhausting experience of my entire life. (The Doctor did tell me that everytime I threw up, the baby made a lot of progress outward...as if that made me feel better...dry heaving and all)

After the Doctor explained the likelihood of needing a C-section, my heart dropped. How could I labor for 12 hours and push for another 3 and THEN have to do a C-Section. So, I asked Chad to say a prayer outloud. I didn't care who heard it, I just needed it so he prayed. And it was just what we needed. I pushed with everything I had (I thought I was going to explode) and the Doctor had a sudden change of heart and said "I think we're gonna do this" and I pushed so hard again and again until finally her head came out. And the amazingly sweet nurse (who was SO kind and supportive) and my amazing husband (who was SOOOO stupendous, he was so positive and supportive and kept my moral high) were so excited for me pushing that baby head out of my body. They had me push yet again to get the shoulders out and low and behold, we had a BABY!!!!!!! And you know what time it was? 8:32am. Exactly 3 hours of pushing and that baby girl made her way into the world. She cried and cried.

I can't explain the miraculous relief that I felt. It was like a monster poop and my body was so glad but even more so I was mentally so relieved and emotionally. Everyone said such nice things. Chad started crying and even cut the cord. Chad was such a strength to me. I couldn't have done it with out him. He doesn't like hospitals and blood but he was right there in the thick of it the entire time. Chad, you are the best. I wouldn't want to experience that with anybody else in the whole world. P.S. You totally cried when you saw your baby girl :)

After the baby was out, they did have to check her over because of the Meconium being in my water. So they checked her with their fancy machines to make sure she was ok but she stayed in the room the entire time. The doctor got the placenta out (which he said mine was super big, that's probably why was I felt so dang sick in the first trimester???) and then stitched me up. I did have to have an episiotomy because our little girl's head is huge. Which is funny because Geddy's head was on the smaller side (but he was born c-section). I really wish the head sizes could have been switch considering the ways they came out ;) But it's all good.

The nurses were impressed with her weight.

After just a few short minutes, they brought her over and laid her on my chest. And I got to hold her. And she was amazing. My first thought was "she looks like my Geddy boy!" and I think she does look LIKE him, like, as if they are related. But she has a different nose and different eyes. But their mouths and chins are totally the same. Super pouty and darling. But mostly, I thought she was beautiful. And perfect. And BIG. Right when they pulled her out, I looked down at her and thought "wow, she seems big to me". And she was!

Scout Ivy de Lisle
8lbs 13oz 19 inches
May 5, 2015 at 8:32am
Me and my girl right after delivery. 

We tried nursing right away and she latched right on but totally feel asleep super fast (which she still does, btw). Right after, Chad went with her to get her first bath while I stayed and ordered food because I was STARVING. Even though I was so tired before, the adrenaline of birth and meeting this amazing little spirit kept me really alert. I scarfed down french toast, sausage, eggs, and a fruit cup. And even though it was hospital food, it tasted divine because I was so hungry. 

Holding Daddy's finger while she got her first bath (and screamed the whole time). 
The rest of my hospital stay was amazing. I love being at the hospital. I wish I never have to leave because they take care of me and my baby and I love it. Straight up. Going pee for the first time was really interesting. And cleaning the area down there was also intense. SO MUCH BLOOD. 

And I was totally that Mother who asked them to keep her in the nursery at night and give her bottles. I got some looks but I stayed awake the rest of that day she was born so I had been awake for 24+ hours. I THINK I DESERVE SOME SLEEP. And she was totally safe in the nursery with people who are dedicated to care for those babies. And although I had every intention of nursing, I believe that formula is an ok thing. Think what you may, that's just my opinion. I used formula from time to time when Geddy was little as well and he is a happy, healthy, child. 

I knew that I had a really long and intense labor. I knew that I would go home and NOT have that option and so I made that decision and stand by it. I took both nights (yes, two) in the hospital to sleep for myself. And I am completely happy that I did. I took an Ambien both times and slept like a rock and it made it so I felt amazing when I went home (apart from just having a human come out of my body, you know).

Overall, I was incredibly happy with this birthing experience. And I was thrilled to have had a successful VBAC. It was something I really wanted and was really grateful for the support of my Doctors and Husband in getting us there.

And most of all, we are so grateful for this healthy little girl. And Geddy LOVES his little sister. Holy cow, she is the best thing in his world. More on that later.

Happy Tuesday!


Also, you can read Geddy's Birth Story here.


Scout's Nursery

As promised, here is Scout's completed nursery! This was a long process but when I nest, I nest HARD. Like, to the point where I can stress myself out (kind of pointless, I know). It turned out a little busy looking but I also really like it. It's vibrant and has a lot of happy colors in it. 

The room itself is incredibly small and strangely shaped which honestly, I don't mind, I am just glad she will have her own room and that Geddy can still have the comfort of his room too. It's really convenient. 

As you may have read before, I didn't want to have a pastel or overly feminine space. I wanted something a bit more eclectic and interesting but still enjoying pinks and reds and yellows. I didn't want to be restricted by or defined by what a baby girl nursery "should be" so I just followed my gut and put things in it that I knew I liked. And this was the outcome.  

Here is the BEFORE:


From the doorway. Rocking chair is from Grandma Glenna.
The opposite side of the room. You can tell the room is super small. Closet doors on the right. 
I spy a massive pregnant lady! The dresser is from Grandma Glenna.
Thank you so much! 
Little details. Big Brother's Aviator hat hanging on the mirror. Makes me tender.

After decorating this room and painting the dollhouse, I feel like I never want to craft again. I took on a lot of little decoration projects and I am TOTALLY tapped out now. NO MORE CRAFTING FOR THE NEXT YEAR. And I am not really a crafty person but I just kept seeing things I liked and thinking "oh, I could totally make that". I ended doing the jars on her dresser (just painted the lids of some old pickle jars), the arrows above her closet (I made Geddy some a while ago and liked them so much that I wanted her to have some too), the yellow S hanging on the wall and the blasted Pom Pom Garland hanging above her crib. I also made  her a bunch of tiny felt bows that we can put in her hair (because I am SUPER picky about bows and accessories) and then the dollhouse.

Even writing that all out makes me feel tired.

Little moccs for little feet.
Chad requested this quote be in her nursery. We love it. 
Our lady pup is a Mini Schnauzer. We love her craziness. And Geddy has a little Mini Schnauzer cuddle buddy and Scout
needed one too. So now they both have them. 
I loved the cheeriness of the cloud and sun pillows, both super cheap from Ikea. 
I am a passionate lover of tootsie rolls so that little metal sign only seemed appropriate.
And the beginning of her book collection. 
Books in baskets. 
Homemade arrows above her closet. 

A shot of the crib. 
Homemade Pom Pom Garland. It took forever to make, oddly enough. 

You'll notice I don't focus much on the bookcases. They are bookcases we have had for 5 years or so and they hold things like Chad's comics and a bunch of DVDs and media and craft stuff so, they are just there because we have no where else to put them. The designs on them are cartoons with shakespeare quotes written all over them. I actually really love them because they are unique. We found those at Ikea but they are no longer there.

Blankets from Grandma Glenna and Great Grandma de Lisle.
A colorful blanket from Grandma Olson.
Last wall of the room. 

For years I have told Chad that I want a print of Frank Frazetta's Madam Derringer painting to hang in my daughter's room and he made sure to get it for me. It's the picture above with woman on the horse holding a little gun. I've loved it since I saw it for the first time like 7 years ago. And I have the "Be Brave Little One" picture because I just love the saying. Geddy has a print of that in his room as well. 

Finished Dollhouse!

There you have it! That is Scout's completed nursery. I am not gonna lie, it took a lot of work. And Chad helped me a bunch and gave me his thoughts on things. I am relieved it is now finished. And I like how happy and peppy it is. Although, I could really do without those flesh colored walls but there was no way in h-e-double hockey sticks that I was gonna paint this room. No way. 

OH YEAH. And here is her super clean closet which makes me so, ridiculously, happy. So, yes, I took a picture of it. 

Now if Scout would just show up already...

Happy Friday!



Dollhouse Project

When I was super little (like 6 or 7 maybe?) my Mom got me this amazing Wooden Dollhouse for my Birthday. It had fresh wallpaper and paint and even had carpet and curtains and she had done all the decorating and painting herself. This dollhouse got years and years and YEARS of love (even being climbed on and sat on by many a teenager). And it held up pretty well over the years.

My Mom, being the sweet lady she is, kept the dollhouse all this time and wanted me to take it now because I was having a daughter of my own. It was such a sweet gesture and one that made my heart kind of explode. Passing down this gift from my Mom to my own daughter is ever so sweet to me. 

Even though the structure has held together quite well, the decor has begun to fall apart (as one would expect after 20 years of love). So I knew that I wanted to freshen it up a bit; just something clean and basic. Here are a few pictures of the before. Geddy and Bobbie were both big fans of the new (and rather large) piece of furniture. 

Our Lady Pup was so fascinated by this object that she climbed in it a few times to get a closer sniff. 
And Geddy has played with it quite a bit as well. It's a perfect place for his guys, or cars, or animals to play. Which makes
me very happy to see him enjoy it too.

Originally, I was wanting to be all extravagant like my Mom was. I was thinking of doing shingles on the roof and painting different rooms different colors and then adding some faux wood floors to certain rooms. I thought "it won't be that hard!". Then I started painting it and it was SUCH a long process. Why I decided to do everything white is beyond me because it took 4 coats and a million trips to Hobby Lobby to achieve a pure white look (I had to cover up the pink completely so it took a lot of paint).

Once I started the project, I realized that it was going to be a much grander process so I just decided to keep it basic. Black roof and shutters (there are shutters on the back and sides for each window). And then white walls and exterior with brown floors (so as to resemble wood floors). I'll  be honest, it took weeks of painting at night but I finished just this week (I was terrified that I wouldn't get done before she came).

Overall, I am pretty happy with the outcome. It definitely looks better from far away (there are some really dodgy corners and lines where two colors meet) but I feel like it does look nice and clean and basic enough for any child to enjoy it's beauty. And it will continue to remain ever so special to me because I have so many fond memories playing with it too (like that one time where I dunked my older sister's Barbie Doll in apple juice and then sucked the juice out of her hair...just because I was a weirdo. Her doll was never the same after that...).

And just for good measure...a pic of Geddy Boy!

Happy Thursday!



39 Weeks and Such

So, we 100% missed Easter. We got sick with Satan's cold and missed the fun festivities. Geddy started with a cough that went crazy and partnered up with terrible nasal problems. Then I caught it and wanted TO DIE. All I wanted was to dose up on NyQuil but pregnant women basically can't take anything but Tylenol which does nothing for a cough and runny nose. Boo. It was brutal. And it lasted for what felt like forever. A good 8+ days. Chad caught a little bit of it, luckily his wasn't severe as ours. Goodness, I am so glad we have gotten past that. It was truly terrible. 

In other news...I am 39 weeks pregnant this week! Huzzah! We went to our weekly OB/GYN appointment this week and the doctor said she is measuring 41 weeks large (which can be slightly off but still surprised me) and my cervix has done pretty much NOTHING. So she is huge and doesn't want to come out, basically. Haha, not really but kinda. So, we had to discuss a back up plan if she doesn't come out on her own. Thus far, we have decided to wait until 41 weeks pregnant, just to give her a chance to make a move. If she doesn't make a move, then we will evaluate where my cervix is at (hopefully dilated somewhat) and decide to induce (which raises the risk of a rupture which isn't the best) or do a C-Section. I feel like she will come before 41 weeks because...I just want her to. We will see. I am just trying to be patient and wise and give her some more time.  The Lord has a plan, I am just doing my best not to fret over the whole thing (which is easier said than done for me).

39 Weeks Pregnant!

And lastly. I am trying to do my best to enjoy the time before she arrives. This can be difficult when you are big and puffy and frankly irritable. But I want to soak up these last moments of it just being me and G at home. And to be honest, we have good moments and rough moments. I have noticed that my patience is diminishing just from not feeling my best but this little dude keeps on being as fantastic as ever. What a treasure.

Geddy pretending to be asleep while grocery shopping. Those teeth. 

Alright. That's it! I hope this baby comes soon so I can STOP CLEANING. Haha, Chad and I did deep spring cleaning this last weekend (Chad was such a champ) and I really would like her to show up so I don't have to keep cleaning trying to keep things nice and tidy before she gets here. It's kind of annoying, really. I am sick of cleaning.

Happy Wednesday!



36 Weeks and Life Lately

Hey guys. Hows it been going? Are you as tired as I am? 

So, let's just jump into this, shall we? 

I am 36 1/2 weeks pregnant. And I don't know what happened but I feel like this week hit me like a bus. Or better yet, I was the bus and I was cruising down the highway doing great and than 36 weeks hits and I ran out of gas and the tires have fallen off. I am just fried. I feel run down and mentally I'm all sorts of fuzzy. Sleep hasn't been great (but it hasn't been great for months now). It's bizarre, I just feel so worn out. 

I had my weekly OB/GYN appointment on Tuesday and honestly, I thought they were going to tell me something predictive but NOPE. The baby looks great and her heart beat is strong and is moving plenty. He checked my cervix (which is SO uncomfortable when you are massively pregnant, oye!) and low and behold, it is completely closed. He jokingly said "well, you won't be having a baby tonight!". And truth be told, I don't want her to come too SOON but I do want her to be full term and to come on her OWN because that makes chances much better for having a successful VBAC. But, there is always next week! 

Above: A pic of me and Geddy when he was feeling quite grumpy one day. He will always be my little dude. FOREVER.

Below: Geddy found out that he could plank on things. I have no idea where he got this funny idea but he was doing it one day and asked me to take a picture because he wanted to show Daddy. So we took a picture and text it to Chad.

Above: Geddy has grown really fond of stickers lately! I have had to go to the craft store a lot lately (this last project I am working on is driving me CRAZY. Details coming soon.) and instead of buying him a foam head (Hobby Lobby has weird stuff) we have found the sticker aisle. Here we put all his stickers on a paper and again, he asked if we could take a picture and send it to Dad. So we did.

Below: Scout's Nursery is NEARLY done. Only one more thing to hang and a dollhouse to finish (that is my current project that is driving me nuts). I hope to take a bunch of nice pictures and posting them on here. Stay tuned for that. It will happen, I swear. But here is one of the pictures that we put up above the crib. I really love it. And that pom pom garland? I made it. And it was SO frustrating. Why do I ever craft?! Haha... 

Above: 36 1/2 Weeks! I am wearing no makeup (even though I have been doing pretty good at wearing at least mascara each day) and an awesome Star Wars shirt (which I actually love). I am completely running out of clothes, like my maternity jeans are in the past. I am just embracing that sweats, leggings, and dresses are what I will be wearing until this kid makes her debut.

Below: Another little glimpse of Scout's nursery. More to come.

Above/Below: This boy. He is so energetic and passionate and absolutely my everything. He has no idea how his life will change in the next few weeks but even if he has a tough transition, it will be one of the biggest blessings in his life. I just hope they learn to love each other and become fast friends. That is my REAL hope. It's incredible how much I love him.

And lastly. I have this issue. Let me explain.

I am a big planner and list maker. I am sure that I have explained that on here before. So, I have been busy and stressing about getting things SO prepared before this baby comes. And I have been doing this for months. I keep adding to my list and thinking of more things that would be so good to have accomplished. But I have been doing it for so long, that I am not ready to be done. BUT my brain. can't. STOP. It's almost like the nesting has taken over and here I am now feeling really worn out that I am now fighting the nesting instinct and my body telling me to STOP with the prepping. It will all work out. And I am not putting myself in any danger but I am annoying myself.

And that is life lately. Chad is super busy with school and work and being a superb Father and Husband. I am busy making this baby and keeping our current little dude happy and healthy. Bobbie, our lady pup, has been acting WEIRD lately. I think she knows the baby is coming soon. You know, it's like animals who can sense natural disasters or aliens (hahah, not that my birth will be a natural disaster...I hope). But we are excited to celebrate Easter with all our families and enjoy General Conference. I do love this time of year.

Oh and I have hit the phase of the pregnancy where I become a recluse. I am unsocial and don't make many plans because I just can't do it. And I am totally okay with that. It's like I am starting to roost and cook this egg. And it continues on through the first month or two after the baby comes. Some people crave that social release during those early newborn months but that is just NOT me. I stay in where I am comfortable and get into a good routine with my family. That is just what I need during this time. We all need different things in that way and I never intend to offend anybody but I just bunker down please, no one be offended or concerned!

That's all!

Happy Thursday!



The Latest

Cookie dust and glasses at the store. 

This week was brutal. Poor Chad started feeling some jaw pain on Friday (last week). He thought maybe he had been clenching his teeth while he was sleeping so, he didn't really sweat it. It progressed and got more uncomfortable until Sunday Morning at 4am when he was in so much pain that he had to drive himself to the ER (Geddy was asleep and Chad didn't want us to wake him). It was so extremely sad sending him to the ER by himself. Especially because Chad really dislikes hospitals, they make him nervous and feel sick, it's just not his favorite place.

They gave him some pain meds and an antibiotic because they assumed that it was something with an infection in one of his molars. In hopes that the antibiotic would clear it up, we waited a day before calling the dentist but because it persisted, we contacted a new Dentist (because we really disliked our old Dentist) and had him take a look at it on Monday. Turns out that he has an infection in his jaw bone from an old root canal.

Even the pain meds they gave him didn't take away the pain away completely. It was terrible to see him in so much pain. The dentist referred us to an Endodontist and the soonest we could get him in was on Wednesday morning. We all went to the appointment and it lasted for what felt like ETERNITY. The office was really really WARM. Now, being pregnant and already easily overheated as a part of who I am, I was dying. I thought I was uncomfortable, poor Chad had his mouth worked on for 2 full hours. He said it was the worst dental experience he's ever had, not because of the Doctor (he really like the Doctor) but because it was painful and his already incredibly sore jaw had to be open for 2 hours straight plus they had to pull out old posts. AND he too thought it was WAY too hot for comfort.

Worst of all, he has to go back this Wed to finish the process. They drill through the tooth and basically have to clean and medicate the infected area (roots/jaw). Imagine 2 hours of that. So, yeah, he is still on the mend. I wish I could say that I was the perfect support this week but we all had our moments where we were snappy at each other and being 8+ month pregnant, I am overly sensitive and emotional and frankly, just HUGE. Haha, I am tired but I tried my BEST to be super supportive/comforting. And in the end, we can all admit how much we still love each other.

I am desperate for things to get back to normal. And so is Chad, of course. He and I are both creatures of habit so when things get crazy, we all get out of whack.

Sleeping at Dad's dentist appointment. 

Geddy NEVER naps anymore so this picture is capturing something so rare and sweet. Geddy napped on my lap for a good 30 minutes. He was all sweaty and cuddly and I was totally happy to have him close like that again. And look at those lips! They kill me.

On Wednesday, after Chad's brutal Dentist appointment, I ran Geddy to get his haircut. The poor kid was going nuts with hair in his eyes. It's funny, I never realize how bad he needs a haircut until after he gets one and then I think "Wow! Why didn't I do this sooner?" Seriously he would get so frustrated with his bangs in his face. Anywho, he LOVED getting it done. The salon has all these awesome toys and fun seats for kids and he was just completely pumped. He chose the Hippo to sit on this time and giggled while the clippers buzzed by his ears. This boy is amazing. He truly is. Then he chose a purple balloon and red sucker. He was truly happy with his experience.

And after!

And lastly, I snapped a picture of Geddy doing something JUST like his Daddy. Crossing his ankles. And it's not just the fact that he was doing it but the exact way he did just SCREAMED Chad and I loved it. Isn't it funny how these tiny little people have moments that are just like their parents. It's wonderful. I love seeing those little moments.

Crossed ankles like Dad. 

We also finally got our taxes filed. That is always a big relief and was stressing us out as well. I am relieved to have them done. We also had to figure out our new lease situation because we have now been in our apt for a year. These were both things that were going through my mind over and over and over. It's that kind of stuff that I can obsess over and it will drive me nuts. I think that all of that and then Chad's poor jaw this week has made me a crazy person. I am sure that I haven't been the most pleasant to be around.

With the baby coming so soon (like, SO soon), I wanted Chad to be sure to get in one more camping trip before our little lady makes her grand entrance. So he and two close buddies went down south to hike and camp for two nights. I was so worried that all this jaw/tooth problem would make it so he couldn't go but he was feeling well enough to. Which I am so glad, he deserves a big break. And once this baby shows up, he won't have a chance to for a bit.

That was our week. Hectic and stressful and exhausting but we are happy. I am grateful that this baby is still moving and kicking. She is doing really well, we had an OBGYN appt on Tuesday and blood pressure and her heartbeat look beautiful. Hurrah!

Happy Thursday!