i remember....

.... picking out a crib and how non of them seemed to be perfect.  Until we found this one. 

....sitting in your room debating on what color to paint it when we found out we were having a little girl.  I think it took us 20 trips to the paint store before we found the just right color we were going for.  Every shade of gray turned out looking like that ugly goose egg blue that was popular when I was growing up.

  

.....spray painting billions of frames and then going to print your pictures and we decided on a whole new idea and ended up not to using any of them....except this one.  

 

one day when I'm in the mood I will find the a frame for the bigger picture.

...Picking out your bedding and making sure it was just right for little G.

 ....picking out chandeliers and how your Daddy fell in love with this one.  He has pretty good taste don't you think? 

 

... trying to decide what to do above the crib.  When I finally figured it out I ended up with several blisters from the hot glue gun and a severe phobia of it.  But you were worth it.  

 

....when I had been looking forever for a cute nightstand that wasn't over $400 and your awesome Grammy found this cute bargain at a yard sale for $25.  It used to be yellow but we spent hours stripping it only to find that it was green underneath and then modge podged.  Then we repainted it and now it looks like this (more to come on that story later).

 

 ....the day I tried to justify spending $1,200 on a swivel/glider chair from Pottery Barn (haha).  Then your Daddy talked me out of it.  Then the next day he stumbled upon this cute Pottery Barn chair on KSL for $40 bucks.  He ran and borrowed your Grandpa Steve's truck and picked it up for me because he knew how bad I wanted a comfy chair for those sleepless nights.

...when Grammy kept asking me over and over "Are you sure you are going to name her Gabby?"  and "How sure are you on Gabby?" or "How are you planning on spelling Gabby?"  she wanted to be sure so she could surprise me for Christmas and make these cute block letters for your room.

.... going to every furniture store in the world trying to find a dresser that was just the right height for your 6 feet + parents.  You'll thank us one day for your height....I promise!

 

....but most of all I remember coming home from a long day of teaching school and sitting in this room after each addition slowly appeared. And when your Daddy came home the first thing we wanted to do was go sit in your room and talk about our day and how we would spend hours past bedtime just hanging out and talking about what you would look like and what it would be like to be your mom and dad.  And now looking back I remember  how much I thought I would love you but somehow I was wrong, because I love you much much more than I ever thought I would.  

Love you Gabby Girl

Mother of the Year Award...ya not so much

The other day Gabby and I set out on a wild adventure to the UPS store. I know, pretty exciting right? But I haven't wanted to take her anywhere public for fear of coming in contact with some illness so it was a big step. After pulling into my garage I was texting on my phone and checking my email and then I started collecting everything and putting it into the diaper bag to take inside Then I set it on the passenger seat, keys and phone included. Well since I am extremely tall, I slide my seat back all the way which makes it quite a task trying to get the car seat in and out on my side, so instead of taking Gabby out of the car on the drivers side, I walk around to the passenger side to take her out. Well, when I got around to the other side I went to open the car and found it was locked. Strange but no biggie. So I walked around to my side again and opened the door. When I hit the unlock button I wondered if I hit it the right way so out of curiosity I shut the door to see if it unlocked. Duh Christie. To my shocking surprise I hadn't unlocked the car I had LOCKED the car and my phone, keys, oh yes and the babe inside. After I realized what I had done I began to panic!!! Why didn't I just grab the spare key inside my house you ask? Well, I don't have another set of keys to my car!!! I can't tell you how many times I have thought to myself about getting another set for times like this but I was seriously kicking myself now! What kind of mother locks all things important to her (ie. baby) in the car?? Well I knew that little G would be waking up at any moment to eat and I knew she would be crying all alone in the car. My heart started to feel so sad for her knowing that I wouldn't be there when she woke up starving. I started to cry. I ran over to my neighbors house thinking surely he has busted into a car some time in his life. I tried to compose myself and explained the situation. So he grabbed his hanger and ran over to see if he could get the job done. To our dismay it was quite impossible so we resorted to the other option which was either calling a locksmith or the cops. So cops it was. We figured that if they knew the situation (considering the babe) they would understand and come rushing to my aid. Fortunately enough they did arrive about five minutes later to rescue a mother in distress. I felt like such an idiot when neighbors started wondering why the cops were in front of my house. Thanks goodness the cop was understanding since he had locked his child in the car once too and got right to work on breaking into my car. Of course as luck would have it, my car has a anti theft system so he had a difficult time breaking in. After me shining the flashlight into the car and guiding him towards the unlock button for quite a while, we eventually broke in and to my surprise, baby G was still asleep. I thanked Heavenly Father a million times that day that I did not have a baby in the middle of the summer heat. I would have panicked for sure and broken the window. I'm just grateful that she had no clue as to what was happening while she was sound asleep. But hey, it makes for a great story right? Mother of the year right here!!!

Mr. Billi

After little Gabsters was born we were anxiously awaiting the day we could leave the hospital. The day before we were scheduled to go home tests came back that showed her billirubin was a little high at 12.2. The doctors said that if her levels had come down after being on the bed the whole day we could take her home that night. After lots of time under the billi lights, her levels went up to 14.4. I was so sad :-( So daddy and I were then released from the hospital but were boarding in our room as if it was a Motel 8. The next day her levels came down to 12.2 so we were able to take her home but she would need to stay under the lights at home. Poor little Baby G had to be in the Billi Bed instead of snuggling in our arms a little longer. We absolutely HATED this thing for several reasons...

Reason 1:
Baby G is a wild little sleeper who used to enjoy being swaddled before she met Mr Billi Bed, but since she had to lay in the bed in nothing but a diaper all the day long, she discovered her new world of wide open spaces and her frantic wild movements of flailing arms and legs would constantly wake herself up....who could blame her after she checked out of her tight stay in the mini bed & breakfast she was rooming in for the past 9 months. She would also kick her blankets right off of her which would make her cold and unhappy. In fact, in order to get any shut eye at night we ended up loosely pining her blanket to the top of the bed so she could kick freely but still be warm. Now, let me clarify, I TOTALLY knew that having a newborn would result in a lot of sleepless nights but I was literally awake ALL night. The WHOLE night!!! I knew that if I could just swaddle her or dress her in something warmer than a birthday suit + diaper, she would sleep a little more than well, anything more than what she was sleeping. Let's just say that since that bed is now gone and I can dress her up in PJ's and wrap her up in warm blankets, she wakes up only once at night making me one happy mama.

Reason 2:
Baby G has an adorable wardrobe that was awaiting her. Since she has to be stripped down to nothing but a diaper, that fancy wardrobe had to wait until we could say buh bye to the blasted Billi Bed.

Reason 3:
Poor little babe was suppose to put her arms through these fancy sleeves...

and be constricted in a straight jacket at all times , it prevented her from sleeping like she has since exiting the womb....


So we resorted to leaving her little dainty arms out and covering her with just a blanket.

Reason 4:
Along with the Billi Bed comes the daily trips to the hospital for heel pricks and blood work. It's so sad when you walk in the the receptionists and nurse know you on a first name basis and say "Your back again??" They were always really sweet and I know they meant well because they would then always tell me "We love to see you, but we hope we don't have to see you again"

Reason 5:
Since we have to go to the hospital lab daily we also get daily calls from the doctors office calling to check up on Gabby's status of how many messy/wet diapers and how often she is eating. So while I would love to take a nap because I've been up all night, I spend an hour on the phone waiting to talk to the nurse who called me but I missed it since I was feeding the babe. Then by the time I get off the phone, my lovely little girl is hungry again :-)

Reason 6:
After several days of being on the bed, her levels came down into the 12 range which is actually normal and nothing to really be worried about. But since her mama has a genetic blood disease known as Speherocytosis, the doctors were worried that she might have it as well but it's too soon to tell. So, we needed to keep her on it just to be safe.

I don't want to complain or sound ungrateful for this little bundle of joy by all means. I love my little girl and anything that comes with it......except the blasted Billi bed. We are so glad to have it gone so now we can snuggle her, dress her up, snuggle her some more, and enjoy every little piece of her from head to toe!

See ya later Billi!!! Hopefully we will not have to be reunited in the future.

Special Delivery

If you can only imagine that the same person (me, Christie, soon to be mama) wrote the previous post and this soon to be post you'd be quite shocked! Lets travel back to January 10th, 2011 and allow me to explain...

This morning I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and rolled out of bed (literally rolled) with a quiet heave to go to the bathroom while trying to be oh so careful not to wake my hard working husband. I looked at the clock shocked that it was already 6:00! I was expecting 4:00 or 5:00 for some reason. Then my mind starting wandering about how this is about the time I wake up every morning to get ready for school. Then I thought to myself "This is my LAST day of sleeping in!! I need to go back to bed and live it up while I can." as I tucked myself back in to bed, the realization hit me that this was going to be my last day of being pregnant and that sometime today I would be getting a call from the doctors office telling me what time I should come in to be induced tomorrow. I then knew that I would not be going back to sleep no matter how hard I tried. I had too many thoughts running around in my head to try and sleep. Then my stomach started to growl so I once again, rolled out of bed and went downstairs to eat an orange and string cheese. Then I planned to get back into bed and try to live up my last moments of uninterrupted sleep. Just as I got back into bed, I noticed it was 7:15. So much for sleeping in. I laid in bed until 8:00 and then said goodbye to my hubby as he left for work. I told him I'd call as soon as I heard from the doctors office.

Well the day dragged on and I never did get back to sleep. So around nine I got up and went downstairs to get started on my day. At 10:00 Scott's sister Audrey came up to meet her soon to be niece that would be arriving the next day. She took me to breakfast and then we went to run some last minute errands before the babe arrived. Later on we went over to my mamas to do some passing of the time while canning some good ol' applesauce. I was trying to be patient the whole time knowing that sometime soon I would be receiving an anticipated phone call. Well, time went on I started thinking that maybe they had forgotten about me. I've never had a baby so I didn't exactly know how this whole process worked. Then the phone calls and texts started coming from family and friends and everyone was just as anxious as I was and wondering what time I was going in to be induced in the morning. After talking to my sister she told me that I should just call and find out. I didn't want to be the annoying first time mom so I waited till 5:30. I then called the hospital, since I figured my doctor's was most likely closed, and talked to the lady at the scheduling desk. I explained the situation of how my doctor had scheduled to induce me tomorrow but I hadn't heard anything yet. She then asked me for my name and looked me up only to give me the awful news that I wasn't on the schedule! I was VERY disappointed!! How could this happen! Then she asked me if I was sure that I was suppose to be induced tomorrow or maybe if it was Wednesday instead but I knew for a fact that he said Tuesday 1/11/11. I remembered that date because it was my original due date before they moved my due date up because I was measuring big, and it was exactly a week since I saw the doctor. The conversation I had with my doctor a week prior ran through my head. I remembered every detail even the fact that he said he would be on call and that he would be the one to deliver me if I hadn't had her before then. Was I dreaming? Did my pregnant mind dream it up? I knew I was right. I was for sure on the date. She then advised me to call my doctors office after hours line and talk to them since she couldn't do anything about it unless they heard from my doctor.

Well, since I am 41 weeks plus a day prego, a little, no scratch that, WAY emotional I instantly burst into tears the second I hung up the phone. I was beyond upset!! I was outraged! This whole nine months I was preparing for this and was freaked out of my mind each day that grew closer to my due date and when I finally accepted the fact that I was having a baby and that everything would be ok, they tell me "just kidding your not having a baby tomorrow!" My mom came rushing over to me to see what was the matter and I told her the whole story of me being overlooked. Since I couldn't calm down she took matters into her own hands and asked if I I wanted her to call the doctors office for me. Of course!?? There was no way I could compose myself to even talk about the issue. So, she called and explained the situation (while pretending the whole time to be me) and then hung up. She informed me that the doctor on call at the hospital would call me to tell me the new plan.

Ten minutes later, my phone rang and I finally had calmed down enough to hide my tears on the phone. I explained the situation about how I was suppose to be induced tomorrow but no one ever called me so that's when I called to find out what was going on only to find out that I wasn't on the schedule. His response you ask?? Well that little tird thought that I had misunderstood the doctor because Dr. Watabe wasn't even on call tomorrow but he was on Wednesday so he must have meant Wednesday the 12th not Tuesday the 11th. I then told him that I remembered exactly what he told me. I wasn't even on Wednesday schedule either so there must have been a goof somewhere. Well, that's when Mr. on call doctor said the wrong thing and asked the overdue prego girl "Are you sure you aren't just trying to be induced because it's 1/11/11. I know it's a popular date and a lot of girls are trying to have their babies that day." ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! I was beyond annoyed! If he was sitting in front of me I would have reached over and slapped him in the face. He then told me that he would put me on Tuesday's AND Wednesday's schedule and that I should call the doctors office at nine the next morning and figure out what to do from there. Great, that's awesome news? I was depressed and realized that I would most likely not be holding my baby girl the next day.

About 15 minutes later, the scheduling nurse called and asked me about the situation again. I told her the whole story and then she had the audacity as well to ask me "Are you sure you're just not trying to be induced because it's 1/11/11?" Really people??? How dare you! She told me that she could put me on the list to be induced tomorrow but they would most likely not get to me because I would be last on the list, or she could put me down for Wednesday and I would be number 3 on the list and for sure get to have the baby. She also said I could think about it and call her back. Seriously folks??? I don't care if it's Friday the 13th or New Years Day! You told me I was having a baby and now you're turning me away! Are you dumb?? Yes I would at least like to try and get in tomorrow so put me down and if you don't then Wednesday it is!! Geez!!

That night I went to bed with the worst headache ever. I had just accepted the fact that come Wednesday I would finally be a mom, or if I was lucky I would put myself into labor due to all the annoying people I had to deal with. Then I grew jealous that some lady who got to PICK her induction date was going to be walking in to the hospital bright and early probably before she even reached her due date while I was sitting at home 8, soon to be 9 days overdue. I had expected a call the next day from the hospital telling me when to come in but I was not ready when I received a call at 7:30 a.m. The second my phone rang I knew exactly who it would be and what they wanted so I was irritated that they w0uld call so early to tell me that they would most likely get to me around midnight or something. To my surprise.....they told me to come in at 8:30 in the a.m.!!!! Holy crap!!! Did the 70 people on the list before me magically pop out a babe in the middle of the night so I could come in? Luck was definitely on my side but I wasn't about to get my hopes up when I got to the hospital so I told my hubby to be prepared to get turned away once we got there. We quickly got up grabbed everything and rushed out the door to be sure I was on time just in case. Scottie wanted to call everyone and tell them that we were finally on our way to the hospital but I told him we should wait till I actually had a room, a bed, a gown, and some freaking pitocin, because I was not going to get hyped up over nothing.

We finally reached the hospital, parked and walked up to labor and delivery. The second I walked in the door they greeted me and asked to my surprise "Are you Christie?" All I could think of was YES! They really are expecting me!!! They walked me right down to room number 2 and told me to gown up! I was shocked! This really was going to happen today! I really was going to be a mama and hold my baby girl!

Last picture of prego me!


Family of 2 soon to be 3!


After I gowned up the nurse came in asked me the last time I ate. I was sad to tell her that I didn't even think to eat this morning so the last time was last night! I was starving!!! I really wished I had eaten because I knew it was going to be a LONG journey ahead of me and I wouldn't be able to eat anything but Popsicles and jello till baby G arrived. Blah. She hooked up my IV and at 9:05 my doctor came in all out of breath. He explained the whole situation about how he was totally planning on me coming in to be induced but his office didn't get the schedule over in time. He apologized from head to toe, but I on the other hand didn't care one bit at this point because well, I was having a baby today no matter what! And so the adventure began!!!



9:15- Doctor Watabe broke my water and started me on pitocin. Sadly enough I was only 90% efaced and dilated to a 1 1/2 still. No news to me since I was still a 1 1/2 at my last doctors appointment.

10:00- Pitocin was increased and I was having a few contractions with a little pressure but no pain...yet.

2:09 - Making big progress now and dilated a.....2. I was getting really sleepy and wanted to enjoy a cat nap before I was a mama. I realized that I couldn't relax and since I was planning on getting an epidural I decided to call the anesthesiologist in to get rid of the nasty contraction that seemed to last for 45 minutes straight. I knew pitocin would make the contractions stronger but I didn't think it would make them last for 45 minutes straight??? So that's when we called in Mr. Rick....I think that was his name? And he sat me up to start me on the epidural. To my surprise the pain stopped completely and I wondered if I should wait longer to get the epidural and just move positions. That's when I realized that I was just too tall for the stupid bed and there was no way I was going to get comfortable no matter how hard I tried so I said screw it just hook me up I'm takin a nap! Lame I know, couldn't even make it past a 2. But I know myself and I didn't want to have an extreme anxiety attack once the contractions really kicked in.

3:06- Making even bigger progress now haha and I was then dilated to a 3. I know. Huge progress right?

4:00- Finally things started kicking in and I went from a 3-6 in less than an hour. The nurse was shocked she thought it would take a lot longer!

4:15- Massive contractions and I started breathing as if the oxygen in the room was slowly running out. I knew that I would feel pressure, the anesthesiologist told me that, but it felt as if I was about to give birth to an elephant and I wanted to push like no tomorrow!!!! My back was killing me and the nurse decided that she should call the anesthesiologist back in to take a peek.

4:30-Mr. Rick walked in he said "Oh, you shouldn't be breathing like that??" Then he gave me a shot and said it would completely numb my legs for only an hour and then wear off. After about fifteen minutes I felt like a renewed woman and became soooo grateful for the genius out there who invented the epidural. Ahhhh :-) Big thanks to Scottie for letting me squeeze the crap out of his hand.

5:00- Dilated to a 7 and was getting feeling back in my legs again.

5:55- I had arrived at a 9 1/2!!!! It slowly hit me that my little girl was on her way and it wouldn't be long until I got to hold her in my arms. I then got to order some room service so that I could eat right away before the kitchen closed!! I can't tell you how hungry I was I think I could have ordered everything on the menu if they would have let me!


6:30- Nurses switched shifts and Miss Jaclyn came in to announce that she would be my nurse! I absolutely loved her! I was so pleased that she would be helping with the delivery.

6:40- Miss Jaclyn gave me instructions on what to do. I just loved the way she described it "Ok honey, we're going to have you put your chin to your chest, curl around your baby like a C, grab the back of your legs and take a big deep breath, then your gonna push like you have been constipated for the past 2 years, Ok?" haha easy enough! I was ready!! I sure loved her!


7:05-After 25 minutes of pushing...
Little miss Gabby Jean Lamb arrived on her original due date 1/11/11
Weighing 8 lbs 10 oz
A long, lean 20 inches!

It was one of the greatest moments of my life getting to hold her for the first time.


Our family of three




Daddy and his little girl




Auntie Megs and Uncle Tanner


Grammy and Grandpa


Getting scrubbed down by the nurse with the massive tatoo down her arm.... a little inappropriate don't ya think?


Finally all cleaned up and back in my arms


We are absolutely in love with this little girl and couldn't be happier parents! I couldn't have asked for a more smother delivery! So like I said in the beginning. If you can imagine that the same person wrote the previous post you'd laugh. I can finally say that after all my worries and woes and being terribly frightened to go through the whole labor and delivery process, wouldn't you know.....I would do it ALL over again in a heartbeat! Welcome to the family Baby G!

hormonal anxiety

Last night was quite a roller coaster. Let me explain My handsome husband Scottie is getting quite anxious for this little one of ours to arrive. So throughout the past few days he is always texting me at work asking "How are you feeling?" "Any contractions", etc. Last night he was really wanting to get things going because he just couldn't wait till Tuesday. He has taken me to eat spicy food, laughed with me while I did lunges and walked fifty flights of stairs, hung out with me while I walked on the treadmill etc. etc. etc.... and still nothing.

Well, last night while I was cooking up a scrumptious din din, I was having a few contractions here and there (like always) but they weren't consistent or getting worse or closer together. Nothing to worry about, I kept telling myself. So when I told Scottie that I felt pretty crappy, he asked me if he should go get the car seat ready and grab the hospital bag haha. I think he was just so excited that he couldn't take it anymore and from that point on he kept trying to get me to try new things to get our baby girl here. Me on the other hand was not having it. I think the realization of it all had finally hit me. Nine months is a long time but last night it all came crashing down. After a while he realized how nervous I had gotten about the whole transition of prego to mamo, ANNNND all the scary things of getting to that point (aka: contractions getting worse, labor, pushing, and the the whole recovery and zero sleep I will soon be getting). Just as he put his arm around me I started bawling!!! Unfortunately, Scottie was just being sweet and getting excited about his baby girl, but I on the other hand had a hormonal, terrifying, breakdown!

Scott laughs at me because he knows how frightened I am about pain or the fear of the unknown. I DO NOT like being in pain. In fact when I know it's coming, it's as if everything in my body shuts down. So you can understand what I mean, I will give you a little flash back....

About six years ago I got really sick and I found out that I had a blood disease that runs in my family. My dad, sister, grandma, uncle, and great grandpa all have the same blood disease known as Spherocitosis. After many doctors visits, we found out that I would have to undergo surgery to remove my spleen, gall baldder, & appendix. Due to the fact that my spleen was 8 lbs and the size of a small loaf of bread, I have a massive scar down the middle of my stomach so they could get it out. After returning home from the hospital my stomach hurt where my incision was. I figured it hurt because well, hello?? I had just been sliced down the middle and was missing three organs. No wonder it hurt? Well the only thing that made it feel better was to kind of hold my incision together and lean over. For some reason it offered relief.... until I noticed that my shirt was really wet. We called the doctor and he had us come in to have it checked out. From just looking at my incision he could tell that I needed to have it re-opened so he popped the top few stitches out like popcorn, while a 1/2 cup of puss came draining out. I had developed a staph infection. Sweet. He then told me that I would have to pack it with three feet of gauze twice a day using a long q-tip to reach to the bottom of my outrageously sore wound to prevent it from closing up while I doped up on antibiotics......for the next two months. Needless to say that he sent a home nurse to do it for me so I could understand the correct way to do it. I think her name was Betsy or something and even though she was really sweet she was NOT my favorite person. She would usually call about a 1/2 hour before she arrived to stuff my like a turkey and instantly I would have panic attacks because it hurt sooooooo bad. Due to my overwhelming reaction to the nurse's torture methods I was given a Valium to calm me down. This made life a little easier but those were probably the worst two months of my life. Hands down.

Now back to my story. As I was freaking out I resorted back to my old ways but this time I couldn't exactly pop in a Valium. I started taking deep breaths and blowing them out slowly. In order to slow down my breathing I do this weird thing with blowing my lips like a motor boat. That's when Scottie told me to just let it all out and indeed, I LET IT ALL OUT!! My small tears turned completely to loud sobs which turned into what I think was laughing and crying at the same time because I knew I was being ridiculous, but really I was scared to death. Poor Scottie didn't know what to do? I probably scared the crap out of him! He is now, I am sure, thinking of telling the doctor to knock me out and wake me up when the baby is here. I eventually calmed down after about 45 minutes and a whole roll of toilet paper. Hopefully it will be a smooth process and all will go well. I just have to remember that I'm not going through all of it with nothing in the end. I will eventually be holding my little girl in my arms which I am sure will make it all worth it. Until then I DO NOT want to hear anymore horror stories about labor & delivery.

Baby G Update and Belly Review

14 weeks

19 weeks it's a girl!!!!


21 weeks... twins maybe??? haha


25 weeks


27 weeks along


28 weeks


35 weeks along


36 weeks


38 weeks haha I look like a giant yellow gourd??


39 weeks

40 weeks

My due date has come and gone and yes....I am still prego. Not that I can blame the little girl, seeing that it is a whopping 18 degrees outside an all. I would want to stay inside where it's nice and warm too! So, I can't blame the baby girl for wanting to stay an extra few days. She is definitely her father's child on the cold issue if that's what is keeping her, but definitely her mama's child if it's because she's getting ready and running "just a minute" late. Buuuuut unfortunately her eviction notice is on its way. As of Tuesday 1/11/11 she will officially be here if she hasn't decided it's time to come greet her anxious parents to be!

On Tuesday I went in for my 40 weeks + 1 day appointment. I was still the same, dilated to a 1 1/2 almost a 2 and 80% efaced. I was hoping that I had made some sort of progress but sadly the new news was old news. The doctor then stripped my membranes and set up a date to be induced which is now my original due date 1/11/11. When I went in for my first ultra sound they said she was measuring big and moved me up 8 days. Scottie was quite excited because that put us closer to having her in 2010 which meant that we would qualify for the tax credit. Accountant minds :-). Me on the other hand knew better. Hello we're both 6 foot plus so maybe that's why she's measuring big??? hmmm oh well I'll take a early due date any day.

My doctor then told me that he was pretty sure that she would come before Tuesday but if she hadn't come by Friday I would have to go into the hospital for a non stress test to make sure my baby girl is still cooperating. Afterwards I went home feeling nervous that maybe it would kick things into action. I was ready and all, but then the reality hit me that maybe this was it! For the rest of the day I felt crampy and had lots of contractions. So that night I started making sure that everything was still in order. I tidied up the house (not that there was much to do anyway, due the fact that I have cleaned every nook and cranky, organized every drawer, closet and cabinet in this house) and checked my pre-packed bag to make sure I wasn't missing anything. Then I went to bed and woke up with NO contractions. Dang. Guess she still has a few things to do on her to do list before she checks out of her mini bed and breakfast.

Overall, I really can't complain because I'm still quite comfortable and sleeping well. Still only need to get up once a night to go potty and yes, I can still button my jeans. Don't worry though, my hair has seriously stopped growing. Maybe that will come back after I'm not pregnant anymore. Who knows though, it will probably grow super fast and then just end up falling out. Joy.

I have everything done that needs to be done before she gets here so now.....it's just a matter of time. Lots of time for me to think about what it will be like. I would love to say that I'm not nervous but truth be told I'm scared to death! I have read everything and heard everything to expect now all that's left is to experience it for myself. Last night Scottie gave me a blessing and it really helped calm me down. I'm so grateful for that and his support and also that he is a strong priesthood holder. I'm also grateful that he has been very good at putting up with my hormonal emotions lately. The other night he came upstairs to find me in tears on the bed. He eventually got it out of me as to why I was in hysterics. I was just thinking that I only have a few days left of being prego. I have LOVED being pregnant and I will miss the little movement and kicks I feel throughout the day. It's been wonderful being so close to my little girl that I'm sure it will be an adjustment to having her in my arms rather than in my belly. So now you can see why I am very lucky to have him for a husband, 100 %.

The only thing that has been on my mind the most at the moment is that well, when we first found out we were pregnant, I thought it would be a girl. Then I had dreams of a little boy so I changed my mind thinking that this little bun in the oven was a boy. The day of the ultra sound came and we found out that we were having a girl. I was soooo excited! Then down the road, I started having dreams that I had a boy! For example the other night, I had this strange dream that I had the baby and went right home. The next day I went to the hospital to pick up my baby and when I got there I was shocked to see that my baby (which I was now seeing for the first time) had three inches at least of thick, black hair!!! I was then noticing the fact that she didn't look anything like a newborn but more like a 6 month old baby and I knew instantly she was NOT going to fit into the cute outfit I had picked out for her to wear home. That's when the nurses told me that they had clothes that she would fit into. So they started dressing her in boy clothes! I kept telling them, NO NO NO it's a GIRL not a BOY!! Since then I have had several people, five as a matter of fact, that have told me they had a dream about me and that I had a boy???? Whu? This better not be something in the works that I don't know about because really....I'm all ready for girl! Pink bedding, a girly chandelier, pink curtains, and a wardrobe that is pink, pink, pink. Oh and name of course! Not sure what I'll do if I have to bring home a baby boy in girl clothes and go through the stress to think of a new name?? Let's just say that it's my wandering mind dreaming of crazy stories in the middle of the night and leave it at that.

Anyway, it's nice to know that there is an official end in sight though. And hey, 1/11/11 really would be a pretty cool birthday! Can't wait to meet you baby G!