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Dec19

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I brought along a feather duster when I decided I’d better slap a post up on this blog.  It’s getting, er, kinda dusty.  I keep forgetting to post on it.  That’s because SOMEONE has been a lil bit fussy for the last 3 days.  I think her tummy’s bothering her.  And I have a bad feeling she’s troubled by lactose, which would really be par for the genetic course.  So I’ll be eliminating dairy for the next week or two and we’ll see if that helps her.  Poor little munchkin.

She’s quiet now, laying on her tummy on my lap and holding on to her binkie for dear life, just looking around like the sweet, happy baby she is when she hasn’t recently eaten.

Analie slept like a blessed rockstar last night, too.  So Mommy is feeling muuuuch better.  Hopefully she falls asleep for her morning nap soon so that I can hop in the shower and make it to church on time.  It’s always touch and go on Sunday mornings.

Awesome.  She just poked herself in the nose and scared herself half to death.

Aaaaaand she’s fussing again, so this post is now officially over.

The End.

Dec12

World’s Cutest Baby. EVER.

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World’s Cutest Baby. EVER.

Here’s a preview of some of Analie’s newborn pictures.  I say preview and then will wind up posting like 20 of them…but we have nearly 400, so I guess it’s a relative preview.

They are all so stinkin’ cute it was hard to decide.

(We are still unsure how Cecil’s arm got in the air like this…but it’s hilarious either way.  Power to the Panda!)

(The consummate sibling picture, wouldn’t you say?)

Dec10

And then…she peed

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And then…she peed

In order to refer to last night as a “night”, it would imply that some sleep was had in our house.  And, as it really wasn’t, we’ll just refer to it as That Period Of Hours Between 10pm And 8am.  Thusly, Joey and I are both really, really tired today.  We are still trying to figure out which of Analie’s little noises in the night are sleeping baby noises, and which are PICK ME UP MAMA!!! noises.  Currently we are defaulting to PICK ME UP MAMA!!! for just about every noise, and I think it’s about to do us in.

She’s sleeping in her cow bouncer right now, and I’m letting her just stay there, even though she’s making little grunts and the occasional noise that sounds like it could be potentially a cry.  None of them have turned into actual cries, but I am feeling like a horrible person just leaving her there.

And Frank is not helping matters.  Do not even get me started on Frank.

And I should mention that I bought the wrong size diapers last night when I ran to the store, and they don’t fit Analie and, unfortunately, are leaking.  I have cloth diapers which I plan to use, but because of Frank…they are just going to have to wait a few more weeks.  Mama can’t handle any more new things right now.

Good thing Joey’s parents are coming tomorrow.  I think we could use reinforcements.

But this is not the point of the post.  This is just the preface to let you know why the blog post will be: a.) not very entertaining and b.) ridiculously confusing because of sleep deprivation.

A friend of ours, Krista, was planning to come over at 9:30 this morning for Analie’s newborn pictures. Well, Analie had finally fallen asleep about 7:00, and I left her in the bouncer in the living room and sneaked back into our room to catch an hour of non-couch sleep before they arrived.  Joey was just thinking about getting up when I came in, but he looked bleary eyed and confused, so I told him to reset the alarm for 8:00.  We could just fake that we were ready once Krista got here.

So that’s what we did.  I never took a shower, and we never gave Analie the bath we planned to.

We did, however, eat some breakfast, drink some water, and brew some coffee.

When Krista showed up, she brought Angel with her.  Turns out, with a dog like Henry, a fourth person is totally required because Angel wound up holding the furball pretty much the entire time.  He was Not Happy At All that his sister was being manhandled, and he’d get all twitchy if she started to cry.

Analie was asleep for half of her pictures, and then woke up for the second half and gave us all her pretty bright-eyed look.  Mostly for pictures with Daddy, of course; in all the pictures with Mommy she’s asleep.  Usually because of crying in protest to being cold (we got to take Frank off for the pictures!) or unhappy about being in the same picture as Henry.  Poor little princess.

But she was a snuggle bug and they should all turn out adorable.

Except.

Krista wanted Joey to lay on the ground with his hands in the air to get a shot of just his hands holding Analie.  A nekkid Analie, I should mention.  So we stripped her down (which she didn’t like) and positioned her in Joey’s hands.  Krista immediately began snapping pictures, hoping she’d get a good one in between Analie’s scrunched up faces and wiggling arms.

I think she would have, too.

IF…

Analie hadn’t started peeing.  ALL OVER JOEY.  Like, massive amounts of pee.  I gasped, “OH MY GOSH, she’s peeing on you!” as Joey just laid there, Analie in his hands up in the air above his chest, and took it like a champ.  Fortunately, she didn’t nail his face.

I grabbed one of Analie’s swaddle blankets and wrapped it around my soggy daughter while picking her up off Joey’s hands.  Her little feet were dripping, so I toweled them off with the edge of the blanket.  (Which, I just realized, is still laying on the rug in here.  Gross.  I am going to deal with that next.)

Joey had disappeared by this point and I heard tons of water running on the other side of the house.  I think he just took his clothes off in the back hallway and threw them in the washing machine on the way to the shower.

Good thing none of us could see him while he was doing this.

Angel and Krista were both impressed by the liquid output of our daughter.  And I suppose it is a small sort of accomplishment, when it’s one of the four things you can do as an infant.  Well, five if you count snuggling.  (Which we are doing right now, actually.)

Fortunately, the peeing incident occurred almost at the end of Analie’s photo shoot.  She was worn out and so were we.  Joey, once he returned from the shower with fresh clothes, re-dressed her and suited her up in Frank, then handed her to me because baby girl was HUNGRY.

Then she fell sound asleep snuggling with me and didn’t eat for another half hour.  But oh well.

She has thoroughly worn me out, but sweet little Analie snuggles are the best.  Even if they are a little bit crunchy from Frank.

Dec2

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I have not died.  I am alive and well, if not slightly tired.  My baby is sleeping right now, which gives me the opportunity to post this update on my general well-being.

Unfortunately, I need a shower.  Which is why this update will end right now.

 

Nov23

SURPRISE!

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SURPRISE!

Well.  Our scheduled non-stress test turned out to be a little stressful (for us) and, well, six hours later I was in the OR getting prepped for a C-section.  But more on that later.

We are quite pleased to introduce to ANALIE Alexa, born at 4:20 this afternoon.  She was 19 1/4 inches long and a whopping 7 lbs.

Just look at that little attitude!  Already with the pouting lip.

Nov23

No Baby Yet!

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No Baby Yet!

I know that, like, 90% of you are just refreshing this blog every four hours to see if I’ve had the baby, or at least started having the baby, yet.

The answer is nope.

No baby.

I am starting to wonder if she actually exists.

But if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late to run back to the hospital for another test.  Maybe when I am there they’ll be like ,”Oh!  You’re in labor you just didn’t know it!”

Sorta doubting that will happen.

Nov22

A poll which is not related to the name of our baby

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A poll which is not related to the name of our baby

We were in Pottery Barn yesterday evening, swapping out our defective rug, when one of the salesladies said “OH!  I think you have dropped!”

I found this curious because this woman didn’t know me from Adam.  (Or is it Eve in my case?)

Therefore.

I decided to take a poll of The Internet, which is obviously much more scientific than the lady at Pottery Barn.

Please view these two pictures and respond accordingly in the poll below.

38 weeks

39 weeks...5 days

I look way more excited about life in the 38 weeks picture.  Also maybe a little bit more swollen in the face, too.  (Maybe the 1 lb I managed to lose between doctor’s appointments came entirely off my face?)

And yes, the outlet covers ARE different colors in each picture.  Joey installed the safe (white) ones this week.  No more flaming outlets for us!

SO.  Look at the pictures again.

Did I drop?  Did I not drop?  Or…WHAT??

Nov21

Rotten pears and tomatoes

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Rotten pears and tomatoes

Good morning.

I am skipping church.

But not because I am in labor, or any stage of early labor.  Just because I don’t feel well at all.  I feel like one of those rotten pears at the grocery store that got buried under the perfectly ripe ones.

I want a pear now.  A ripe one.

I had this epic moment at 4:30 this morning: I feel like I need to share.  I was laying there, asleep, and for some reason I suddenly felt like I was going to lose whatever I had eaten for dinner the night before. (What WAS that, anyway?)  So, half asleep, I shot straight up, launched myself out of bed and somehow missed crashing into and destroying the Pack ‘n Play, and ran to the bathroom.

And once I was in the bathroom, I realized I felt completely fine.  There was no reason for that whole lunging from the bed thing I had just done.  Must have been in my dream?

In any case, I haven’t moved that fast in about…ten months.  I kind of wish it had been caught on tape so I could relive it.

So far this morning, I have eaten some breakfast, threw lunch in the Crock-Pot, and sat on the couch.  Today’s agenda is going to be basically take my sweet time cleaning the house (so it’ll probably take about 5 hours instead of the usual 3 1/2 hours…lame) and maybe put up a few Christmas decorations.

Maybe if the child senses Christmas decorations, it’ll inspire her to want to come out into the oxygen.

I’m not getting my hopes up.

Also, Henry needs a bath.  It has been at least three weeks (he usually gets bathed once a week) and he smells not unlike the rotten tomato I discovered behind the vegetable drawer in the refrigerator of our first apartment.  Thing had been in there so long and was so rotten that it completely disintegrated when I touched it….and oozed its rancid guts all over the bottom of the fridge.

It was one of the grossest moments of my life.

Nov17

The Most Spoiled Dog EVER

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The Most Spoiled Dog EVER

In preparation for the upcoming addition to our family, I have been, like, OCD on getting stuff ready.  We have our bags packed, and each bag has a list which goes with it, and on that list are the things which need to be added at the last minute before we leave for the hospital.

I don’t want to forget anything.

The cleanest room in our house is the nursery.  (Aside from the fact the floor hasn’t been swept and mopped in a week, that is.)

The pack ‘n play is set up in our recently re-arranged bedroom so that it is about 2.5 feet away from my head for easy retrieval of baby during the night.

Her carseat, freshly laundered so as to get rid of the creepies they sprayed on it in the factory, has been rigged up with the BundleMe and fuzzy shearling strap covers, so she will be cozy and warm on the way home from the hospital.

And then there’s Henry.

He’ll be playing with his friend Indy while we’re at the hospital, and his bag is packed and ready to roll too.  But he needed a few more touchups before he was really and truly ready.  For instance, his toys needed mending.

What, you don’t mend your dog’s toys?  And you think it’s weird that I do?

Meh.  Go ahead.  Because you’re right, it IS weird.

Henry has this yellow-ish doggy bed that used to be sunshine yellow and plushy.  Now it’s kind of…yellow and gray and brown with several large holes in it because Henry likes to use it as a toy during the day.  His Strawberry, which is his favorite toy times INFINITY, is in similar condition.

I mended them both about a year ago in Dallas, and I remember the ordeal we went through.  Me sitting on the couch, needle in hand, and Henry sitting on the floor staring at his best toys ever and completely bamboozled as to what I could possibly be doing to them.

A year later, new holes had appeared and some of the mending had become un-mended. Henry is violent with his toys.  So, in preparation for the fact that he’s not going to be Numero Uno around here anymore, I decided to mend them again.  I totally realize we could just buy him a new bed, but that costs like $30, and why bother when I can just sew up the old one?  And the Strawberry is irreplaceable.  It’s from Valentines Day clearance about 3 years ago.  Maybe 4.  I looked online and can’t find its replacement.

Henry naturally flipped out while I mended his toys, but now that they’re finished he has made himself a nest out of his bed and is protectively holding on to his Strawberry so I can’t take it and stab it again.

Seriously, the guy’s got a rough life.