Expect the Unexpected. Lukes Arrival! Part1

You all know I was so done being pregnant. I was certain my new boy would come early. However, not 3 weeks early!

It started at 5:30 AM on March 27th. I had just used the bathroom and went back to bed. A few minutes later I thought, "Wow, my bladder is weaker than I thought." I was totally peeing my pants. Or so I thought. The minute I stood up, I knew this was different. My water broke. I stood in the bathroom with a million thoughts running through my mind. My bag isn't packed. Who should I call first? He's coming too early! I had so much planned for the coming week! There's still stuff that needs to get done! I think you get the picture.

I called John. He had just arrived at work when I phoned. I told him to come home fast. But not too fast for I didn't want him to die in a car accident and leave me alone with three boys. Worry much?

My mom was up next. The first thing I said to her was, "What's it like when your water breaks?" I KNEW this was what had happened but I was still in shock and somewhat in denial, even as liquid dripped down my legs.

As luck would have it, my sister, Hilary, was in Logan. She had come the day before with one of her friends and they stayed in a hotel that night. My mom called her and they came right over so John and I could head to the hospital. Such a blessing!

We arrived at the hospital around 7 AM. It was quite obvious my water broke. I had a sudden gush walking into the hospital. "John, it won't stop! I can't make it stop! Crap." I started to laugh. I was laughing all the way to my delivery room. I'm sure the nurses thought I was a basket case.

And, then, we waited. And waited some more. I was bored. I tried reading but after realizing I had gone over the same paragraph multiple times, I gave up. The monitor was showing contractions coming 2-5 minutes apart. I was feeling them but wasn't in any pain.

Finally, around noon, things started picking up. Contractions were getting uncomfortable. An hour later I was starting to wish for pain relief. Why, again, did I choose to do this natural?! Oh, yeah. Recovery. So much faster! I had to keep reminding myself of this.

At 2 PM I wanted him out. They called in a nurse to help me with my breathing. I had been doing well on my own until that point but, somehow, I lost focus and started to hyperventilate.  And the weirdest thing happened. My arms went numb. My hands looked like someone who had severe arthritis. It freaked me out and I still have no idea why it happened. John was on one side, the nurse on the other. Both rubbing my arms and hands and reassuring me I was doing good. My doctor finally arrived, I pushed four times and my baby boy entered the world at 2:30 pm. He weighed 7 lbs 6 oz and was 19 inches long.

John, cutting the cord.

First time with mom

Getting cleaned up

More of the story to come....



Lately

I can't believe February is over. I posted a whole two times last month. Ummm.....Oops?  I really hope March goes just as fast for me.

 I swear I've been pregnant for years. I'm rarely comfortable. I haven't been sleeping well. I'm over it. I want my body back and to lose this weight. Yada, yada.

Porter's Valentine's party at school was the cutest thing ever! I couldn't believe all the work that was put into it. They had a little "tea" party, with cookies and punch, before they danced.

Porter and his "date." So cute!

My dad celebrated his 54th birthday last month. He had Porter and Cameron help blow out his candles.

Last Sunday, one of my nephews had his mission farewell, which I wasn't able to attend due to a nasty head cold. John was able to get the day off and took the boys with him. Even though I was disappointed, it was so nice to be home by myself. I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet and watched movies all day.  

The crib is set up for our little man. His room is almost ready. EEEEEK!!

I alternate between sheer joy and utter anxiety that I will soon be a mother of three boys.

Cameron is registered for preschool. I still can't believe he's four.

Breasts, Boobs, Melons.......Whatever.

I have to get this off my chest. Pun intended.

I hate it when my boobs get bigger! I didn't have much before I got pregnant. It didn't really bother me.

I've hit the point where all my bras are too small. I can't get away without wearing one because you can definitely tell I've got them now. And the bouncing. Oy! It drives me insane! I just don't understand women who get implants.  I can't wait for them to get even bigger when I start breast feeding.

If your flat chested, be grateful. So very grateful!

All Blue!

Hooray!!! I'm not going to lie, I was surprised. I thought for sure we were having a girl. It was a good surprise, though. John was a little disappointed but one of his brother's told him boys are cheaper to marry off than girls and I think that made him feel better. :)

Everything looks great with our little guy! He's giving up the thumbs up!

We're very happy and excited. :) Now, to decide on a name. Which always proves to be difficult.

Just Accepting It

Some of you know my fears and reasons why I don't want a girl. There are those who don't believe me when I say I don't want one. Well, it's true.

When I first found out I was pregnant, I just kept thinking," Crap, what if it's a girl?! I don't do well with girls. Heavenly Father, you know this right? Right. So don't give me a girl." Wow. I was telling the Lord what to do and what I could and could not handle. I know how wrong that was but at the time, I was so scared.

What I DO know is this: I have no say in the matter. I only have a 50% chance here.  And one thing I believe with all my heart is that we have the children that are meant to be in our family. I don't believe the Lord has a lineup and says,"Let's see.... you look good" or "You've been here awhile. Your turn!"  If we have a girl, it's because it's meant to be.

And so, I'm telling myself it's a girl. I don't know this for certain, but it has helped me feel more at peace. We find out on the 30th what we are having. If it's a boy, Hallelujah! If it's a girl, Hallelujah! And help!!! Like a lot.

The State of Me

So, in case you haven't heard, I'm preggo with our 3rd child. Freaked out about it, I was. Now, I'm feeling more at peace. I'm still a little scared but know this child will be welcomed and loved.

I'm exactly 12 weeks today and hoping this yucky nauseous feeling I have in the evenings will leave soon. It really stinks. Speaking of stink, I don't remember my nose being this sensitive with  Porter and Cameron. I've given up on their bathroom. I swear it reeks of urine. I've scrubbed everything, threw out the old trash can, washed shower curtains and rugs. I can still smell it. HELP!

My cravings have been all over the board. Sour Patch kids, Tacos, Popsicles, Ramen (eeeeek!), chocolate milk, chips and salsa.....it goes on. And the thing is, once I eat what I'm craving, it usually makes me sick and the thought of eating it again makes me want to hurl. So, I'm running out of things that sound appetizing. I've been terrible about fixing dinner. My cooking and baking (gasp!) mojo is non existent.

I'm going to have to break down soon and drag out the tote full of maternity clothes. :(  Why was I so excited to wear them when I got pregnant with Porter?! I already feel huge and unattractive. And I'm not even close to being done. Sigh. I know the gaining weight thing is part of the pregnancy package, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. It wouldn't be so bad if my butt didn't expand at the same rate as my belly. By the end, Baby Got Back will be my theme song. :)