No More sleep for you.

ever....at least until he's 18 and even then I don't think I'll sleep because I'll be worrying about him acting up. 

Colin Rhys (pronounced Reese) was born on February 8th, 2011 at 7:47am.  He was 7lbs 14.9oz (I rounded up to 15 but the hospital said 14).  He was born via cesareon section (not exactly what we expected would happen).  The morning of February 7th Michael and I went in for our weekly checkup with our doctor.  I was ready to talk to him about an embarrassing and painful problem I was having (ummm can you say butt boil!) however when the doctor checked me out he let me know that my blood count was still low (as it had been the whole pregnancy) and I had antibodies in my blood.  Basically he said we were doing a c section and asked if we wanted to go to the hospital now (at that moment).  HUH??  Shell shocked and ill prepared I didn't even know what to say.  I babbled something about needing to clear up some stuff at work.  We were thinking we would make it at least to our due date (Feb 17th) or beyond.  Colin had other plans.  We were admitted to the hospital that night so they could administer some steroids to me (to help my blood count).  Needless to say I was pretty nervous and didn't sleep that night.  and basically we haven't slept since then.  not a full nights sleep.  and I miss it.  I remember thinking "boohoo- I'm not getting any sleep while pregnant".  Boy-was I wrong.  the first couple of weeks adjusting to it were the worst.  I fell asleep sitting up with feeding him a couple times.  I miss pre-baby saturday mornings when I could sleep in but I wouldn't trade him for the world.  He's my own personal alarm clock.  Love him.

Colin- 12 hours old

Happy F-in Earth Day!

Ahhhhh Starbucks!  I love it when you offer free coffee.  Even though the lines are long I still really enjoy squeezing a couple of free cups of coffee out of the company who charges me $4 for a cup of coffee- nothing fancy, just iced coffee.  ridiculous.  But this morning's line was a hell of a lot less annoying than the rude person behind me.

Michael and I bought Dunkin Doughnuts coffee at Costco a couple weeks ago and we've tried it a few times and have come to the conclusion that it tastes....like ass.  It surprises me because I used to LOVE their coffee but we have no Dunkin Doughnuts in town *tears* and maybe we just don't know how to make it the way they do (or maybe having a baby has forced me to need much STRONGER coffee).  Anyway- the bottom line is- we need starbucks.  So when I went to Starbucks this morning I ordered a bag of coffee and asked the barista (who was singing Lady GaGa btw) to grind (ground? which one is it?) it for me.  Well this takes all of about 2 extra minutes but the jackhole behind me had this sour look on his face because apparently he was late for whatever he was going to do.  We're all busy dude!  He even decided to butt in front of me in the creamer line (the little table that has the cream and sugar).  Well unluckily for him I still managed to get in front of him on the way out of the parking lot.  Instead of waiting his turn he decided to pull up next to me and pull out of the parking lot in front of me.  Now- I would consider myself a semi-aggressive driver.  Not really that much of a hesitator.  So I don't think I was making his dumbass wait.  The whole thing infuriated me because it brought down my morning mood.  And he forced me to give him the one finger salute when I passed him at the light he had to sit at.  Too bad he had to wait.  It's really too bad....

2 weeks 2 go

38 weeks pregnant = completely uncomfortable.  I can't WAIT to go into labor at this point.  Bring on the contractions, episiotomy, ect.... This kid needs to be evicted.  As of late I've had horrible tailbone pain.  You don't realize how much you sit on your ass until your tailbone hurts.  Sitting on a hemorroid pillow doesn't even relieve the pain. 

My parents are coming into town in three weeks.  and then the week they leave Amber will be out here.  It'll be nice to see some people from home while I'm trying to adjust to being a new mommy.  Plus I'll need all the help I can get. 

Trying to sleep has become a joke :) Between the constant bathroom breaks, numb limbs, sore tailbone, and other general discomfort I haven't slept well in months.  All the books say this is natures way of preparing me for the lack of sleep in the near future.  Well Mother nature should know that I've always had sleep issues and should give me a break before I have no hope of getting sleep for about 10 years.  ughhhh.  Just a suggestion.  Off to attempt sleep.

I'm going to have one of these SOON!!

Nesting

So the nesting part of this pregnancy has begun....All I want to do is organize and set up the baby's room.  It's difficult though considering that Michael and I don't even know where we'll be living a year from now.  Our neighbors at this apartment complex are unbelievably inconsiderate (drumming at midnight, discussing prison time, and playing Rockband all night).  I'm kind of excited to have a baby screaming at all hours to get even with them. 


Connor says Happy Halloween!



I just arrived back in Reno from a trip back home to Maryland.  My lovely friends and family had two baby showers for us.  Michael and I should be expecting our crib and changing table via UPS any day now and our stroller has already arrived.  I think it's getting more real with all the baby gifts.  My little man is going to be much better dressed than his mother.  Michael even swears the kid has more clothes than he does already.  It's hard to believe he'll be as small as some of these outfits, especially since Michael and I are both large.  When I was home I visited my newly born nephew Tyler (9 weeks old) and my cousin Kirbys new daughter Maya (7 weeks old).  Kirby talked about how we should paint my belly like a pumpkin.  I hadn't thought of it but thought it would be cute, definitely a good way to hide the stretch marks.  Michael's pretty creative and artistic so he got kind of fancy with it.  Connor Rhys dressed as a pumpkin.  I'm pretty pale though and am still sporting an orange stain. 

To Blog or not to blog

Yes- he has a double chin

When I found out I was pregnant I thought about starting a journal and showing it to my child (ok- "my child" still sounds weird to me) but being the procrastinator that I am I never ended up starting it.  Honestly the last couple of months has flown by and it's hard to believe I am more than halfway done with this pregnancy.  I'll have a baby in about 4 months.  I will be responsible for someone's life!  scary.  I don't know what is scarier- between worrying about money (seriously- how do people afford kids?  I am still not so sure I can and I have a decent job!) or worrying about not being able to tell what the baby needs.  It's not like they can sit up and say "Hey Ma- my diaper has a surprise for you in it".  I know it's all trial and error however I'm beginning to think I'm not as laid back as I once thought I was. 
Just recently my giant panther of a cat, Chode, was sick.  He was constipated.  I started to notice how lethargic he was and asked Michael if he'd been pooping regularly.  Not exactly something he'd been paying attention to.  Anyway- I started monitoring his input/ output starting on Thursday.  Nothing- he wasn't eating, wasn't drinking, wasn't pooping, although he was still peeing somehow.  Monday morning I made an appointment with the vet.  (and this was after trying to feed him soft food with benefiber in it and putting vasceline on his hiney to try to loosen things up).  The vet wanted to do some bloodwork, x rays (to see if he had something called megacolon- it sounds like a transformers name), he also did an enema and gave him some fluids.  Nothing.  The poor guys x-ray showed his spine on top of the biggest poop log I've seen.  Since he wasn't dehydrated the vet said to take him home and call him in the morning if there was no "movement".  When we got home he immediately went to his litterbox and had two decent size dumps.  I gave him the liquid laxative the vet had prescribed and watched him for the rest of the night.  Thankfully it was the beginning of him getting better but not only did it make me think about my child because he was sick and I had virtually no control over it but the BILL MADE ME THINK ABOUT HAVING A KID.  That freaking vet bill was over $500!!! and basically all for an enema!!!!!  and they sell them at CVS for $10.  The things you do for your kids.  :)

Gender Ultrasound- I'm Growing a Penis!

I'm hoping our baby doesn't look like this.

So we had our gender ultrasound on Monday and we found out that we're cooking a boy child.  I had a feeling it was a boy- especially since Michael and I had agreed on a girl name already.  Finding a boy name has been a battle.  I liked Austin but Michael said it sounded too white trash.  (I completely disagree by the way).  He then suggested names like Apollo and Frankenstein.  ha......ha.  He finally made a serious suggestion, Connor, which I am ok with (Yay!)  So after our gender ultrasound we decided to go to Babys r Us to do our registry.  Talk about the blind leading the blinder.  We kept looking at each other like "Do we need all this stuff???"  Neither one of us knows.  I have three nephews who I adore, however, I have no idea what kind of breast pump I might need or what type of bottles to get?  They don't teach this stuff in college.  We basically registered for a bunch of nonesense and we'll see what we end up getting :)  On another note- it seems like everything we really need is ridiculously expensive!  From a crib to a stroller, carseats, bouncers, high chair.... it's unreal.  I need to start manufacturing cute baby stuff. 

Another thing to note is that lately I've started to feel the baby kick.  I have a hard time describing what it's like except to say- it feels like gas bubbles bursting in your stomach.  He really likes to move around at night when I'm about to go to sleep.  It was funny during the ultrasound on Monday because the kid scratched himself.  Typical male- rearranging the furniture in front of everyone.  Dr. Chotiner, some MD student, Michael, and his mother.