Chilly sunday morning

So we have the heat on. I figure this is blog worthy since I was starting to think that this day would never come. After so many months of 90+ tempatures it is nice to feel a little chilly. I wish I had some hot chocolate!

We are cuddling under blankets and watching DVD's. Olivia has a cold. So far no one else has caught it. Crossing my fingers that it stays that way.

Abigail is a noisey baby. She cooes, grunts, occassionally screams, and is rarely silent. Even in her sleep. She grunts more than anything else. I have no idea what it means. Like if she did every time before she pooped it would make sense to me... but she just does it all the time. Leaving me with little sleep. The thing, she's not even waking up, just making these grunting sounds. I'm thinking I might put her in a different room... but we'll see. Right now she's right next to my bed, so when she is hungry all I have to do is roll over, latch her on, and we both usually fall back to sleep. Then when I wake up I stick her back in her bassinet. This would work if she wasn't so loud. Then this morning around 4:45 she was wide awake and wanting to be held. She didn't fall back to sleep until 7:30... guess what time Olivia woke up. 7:30. So I'm tired.

But we are enjoying this chilly morning. Makes me feel like the holidays are really here.

Abigail Rose

So we made it through week one.. half way through week 2. Today Olivia woke up with a little fever and runny nose. Hoping and hoping it's teething related, espcially since we have barely left the house since Abby (Abbi?) has been born so I have no clue how she could have caught anything. Abigail has been doing wonderful. She sleeps great, eats great, poops tons, couldn't ask for more from a newborn! Right now her biggest stretch of sleep seems to be from around 11 until 4 or 5. I wake her up to feed her around 3, but she hardly wakes up. These are just some of the faces I love. This was when the photographer in the hospital was torturing her.

It's hard to catch on camera, but she smiles lots in her sleep. I love watching babies sleep.

So we're all alive and doing well. I am adjusting much better than I thought I would to having two kids on my own... well with Aaron's help of course. And granted, this is my first full day on my own! Had my mom and dad here for a couple weeks and it was lovely!

The long story.

Abigail..(haven't decided on a middle name..) Opie. 9lbs 5 oz.

Well I don't really feel like typing out the entire story right now so we'll see where this goes. Friday night I was having pretty bad contractions. I thought for sure I was in labor. I tried to wait as long as possible to wake up Aaron. Woke him at 5am, and the contractions started to ease up. In fact by 1:00 I'd say they were entirely gone. They were kind of intermitten throughout the day. After trick-or-treating and other halloween festivities I was having contractions again. They felt the same as the ones that morning so I was sure they'd stop. I took a tylenol and tried to sleep. I wasn't going to time the contractions because really I was sure it was going to stop again. But then they were getting pretty uncomfortable... I really didn't think it was real labor, but thought if we went to the hospital at least I could get an epidural and sleep until "active labor" kicked in. But then I realized the contractions were 1-2 minutes apart. We got to the hospital and I was feeling an urge to push. My water broke just outside the door of the hospital. Of course in admitting they wanted me to do all this paperwork and whatnot, and I was trying not to freak out on the poor lady. When the nurse was finally able to check me the baby was crowning and they rushed me into delivery room. The doctor was barely able to make it in time. From the moment I got there I was asking for my epidural. I had no desire for a natural childbirth whatsoever. In fact in the car I told Aaron, they say to think about your baby and stuff to get through the contractions, but all I could think about was getting an epidural! I was so scared of pushing her out. When the dr got there and I could push, I didn't want to, I was so afraid. But they said just do one little push and if I can't do it they'll get me something. Well one push and she was out. I didn't believe it. I was saying I couldn't do it again, and everyone was like, "You did it. She's out!" CRAZY. For the next few hours all I could say was that I couldn't believe I had a baby like that.. I couldn't believe I was in labor all that time at home. I couldn't believe I actually pushed her out in one push. It's all still surreal.

She's been great so far. Eats well. Sleeps well. Poops lots. The only horrible thing is that Olivia is not allowed to visit in the hospital. I was not mentally prepared for this seperation at all. We had no idea siblings weren't allowed. My dad brought her, and I was so excited for her to meet her sister... and cried my eyes out when they told me she couldn't come in. And I have to stay in the hospital for 48 hours because I was group B+. Blah. I miss this face. (By the way this is what she does now when she's in trouble. She thinks no one can see her.)

I lost it today.

So lots of fun-ness going on over here... none of it involving the birth of this child... but fun nonetheless. My dad flew out last Sunday and we have been keeping him very busy. It's been so nice to have a full time playmate for Olivia. And all these projects are finally getting a done, a year after moving into this house! So really, I don't have much to complain about... except for the fact that I'm still pregnant. Which makes everything seem 1,000x worse.

Like the fact that our car needed a new fuel pump yesterday.

And the other car needed 4 new tires today.

And I'm still pregnant.

And Olivia pooped her pants this morning and it was SO nasty.

Did I mention I'm STILL pregnant?

And I get these cramps that are annoying... but not really quite labor-ish. I know it's soon, and impending, and will be here... but I'm losing my patience.

I ran into a friend at the Dr. today and when she asked when I was due I began to cry and sobbed, "I was due on Monday!" And I think I cried the rest of my doctor appointment.

Dr. Huish said we could induce, but there's not a real medical reason to. Baby is fine, I am fine.. relatively... so I'm trying to trust that my body knows what its doing. It's just frustrating to still be pregnant. I really never thought I'd still be pregnant on Halloween! I thought for sure I'd be out trick-or-treating with Olivia while my mom stayed home with new baby handing out candy or something.

Oh well.. good news is that I am 100% effaced and almost 4 cm dialated. So really... what is she waiting for!!

Pre-Halloween fun

So first let me get this much out of the way... I'm still pregnant. Due date is tomorrow. I really, really, really thought this baby would be here by now. Ohhh well... I probably should have done a fun halloween costume for the Opie Family Halloween party. But I didn't put much thought into because I really thought she'd be here! Anyway, my dad is here now to help out! I'm excited for that. We have been keeping busy. The pictures are of Olivia's cute ladybug costume that I made :) And her love of goats. We went to Schnepp's farm for my birthday last weekend and it was so fun. She also rode a pony. I have a bunch of pictures I should put up, but I'm too tired right now! Hopefully a post in the near future will be about our newest addition!

This face.

For some reason whenever Olivia does something she knows, or thinks is funny, she makes this face. She'll put something on her head, and look at me like this, and I crack up. I can't even put it into words. Just this yup, I'm hilarious face.

Enjoy.

Flashing back to almost 19 months ago...

So guess what... I have a cold. A stuff nose, sore throat, probably going to turn into a hacking cough.

Remember right before I went into labor with Olivia I had the same stinking cold! I had a fever, and was up all night unable to breathe through my nose... and at 5am contractions started.

As much as I want to not be pregnant anymore, I hope this little girl waits until I'm better to make her entrance.

And honestly, how many babies are born at 37 weeks anyway? They say it's full term and all... but I am sure I'll go to my due date, and then some.

But really I'm not so sure. I hate these last 3 (4??) weeks. Just thinking every day... could I have a baby today?? Was that pain a contraction? And constantly going through my head exactly what I think I'm going to do when I do go into labor. How long am I going to wait before getting the epidural. I like to think I'm going to do what they say and go about my normal day as much as possible. Call my mom of course and let her know. But I won't freak out. I'll keep playing with Olivia, and clean my house. My mom will get here then I'll be in a lot of pain, and ready to go to the hospital. I'll be like 9 cm dialated by the time I get there. Push her out in like 2 pushes. I won't tear. She'll be perfect in every way. Yeah, that's how it's going to go...or something like that.

And this is what's keeping me awake at 11:40pm, when all I've wanted to do all day is sleep.