Friday Fun Day!

So after another long sleepless night, my child is napping like an angel. I'm not exactly sure why he choses to be up every 2 hours during the night, be up for the day at 6:30 then take a wonderful nap at 9:00. I'm not complaining, I LOVE his morning naps. I get to have a cup of coffee, catch up on my shows, read a few blogs...but couldn't we compromise and get a good nights sleep til 7:30-8ish and then go from there? I'm a night girl by nature, but that means I like going to bed at 6:30, not getting up then. Anyways...

It's my own fault I get no sleep at night. Little man has been sleeping in his crib since we moved into this house, so since he was about 3 months old. His crib however is still in our bedroom. I just can't let Mr. Football move it yet, even though he threatens to everyday. I love the house we moved in to. Its spacious, it has enough yard for the dogs to do their business, it has a separate family room so Mr. Football can watch/play whatever he wants, but the bedrooms are on the first level. That wouldn't be such a big deal except the master is on the second level. So for little man to be in his own room, he's an entire floor away from me and has ground level windows. I know I'm a little neurotic but I just can't let him sleep all by himself down there. And what if someone broke in his window? (The Lindbergh baby was taken from a second story bedroom you know.) I know I'm crazy. So for now, I deal with getting no sleep because he wakes up all the time. But I'd rather have him waking me up then be worried about him all by himself...

So once he wakes up from his wonderful morning nap, we're meeting Mr. Football for lunch then going to the aquarium! Maybe I'll try to sneak in a nap too. Happy Friday!

long lost friend...

We used to be friends,

GREAT friends...

What happened?

We used to spend such quality time together,

hours and hours and hours

You brought me such peace and serenity

I feel absolutely lost without you...

Will we ever be friends again?

I miss you sleep...

this cutie patootie thinks its necessary to get up every hour the last few nights...

he thinks his mom might be doing somthing fun without him.

I'm not.

So where did I leave off...warning contains graphic content

"Actually, only about 10 percent of women rupture the sac of amniotic fluid before labor starts, so it may not even happen to you until you are already in labor and checked in at the hospital." -Dr. Spock

Even after reading that, one of my biggest fears during pregnancy was being that woman whose water breaks in the middle of the grocery store, at work, at the mall, etc. That and also the dreaded thought of going #2 while your pushing, but we won't go there...Seriously though, you see it happen in every movie, the woman is standing there minding her own business and then gush, her water breaks and shes then whisked off. Who has to clean that up?

I'll tell you...you do. No one whisks you off once your water breaks, and you definitely don't look like a million bucks after you have the baby either.

We were at one of my bestest friends birthday parties, Reverend X, about an hour away from our house. I had been contracting off and on that night but I had been for about 8 weeks...just braxton hicks, no big deal. She lives on a farm so everyone kept joking that I was going to have the baby with the cows. Well apparently that sounded like a great idea to my little man, so while I was sitting in the living room with everyone around I thought my water broke.

I ran to the bathroom, well waddled quickly to see what the deal was. It wasn't the gush I was expecting and nothing else happened so I went back out to the party. Crazy pregnant lady. A little bit later I was upstairs using the bathroom, I was peeing every 20 minutes or so by that point, I finished up, pulled my super awesome maternity pants back on, you know the ones that cover your whole belly (and my belly was huge so it was a fight getting them on and off) and GUSH...

Oh sh*t...

My first instinct obviously was to pull everything back off and sit back down on the toilet. Now what? I'm stuck on the toilet, my clothes are soaked, I'm upstairs at a party and everyone else is downstairs...My water definitely broke, I was sure of that. So do I put my wet clothes back on and go back down to the party? Do I stay where I am and wait for someone to come eventually? What if the baby falls out into the toilet? In the meantime I'm trying to clean up as best as I could with toilet paper and I'm convinced that they're going to be mad at me for messing up their bathroom and using all of their toilet paper. Again, crazy pregnant lady. I finally heard some of my friends talking nearby so I start yelling their names. Do they respond? NO! They didn't know where I was yelling from and they thought I was being funny. So not funny. I kept calling for someone and eventually they all came to see what I was yelling about.

What would you do if your pregnant friend who's been yelling from the bathroom asked you for a pair of pants?

Seriously, things like this only happen to me...

The girls, Ms. D, Ms. K, Reverend X, me, mama cookie

like I said, my belly was HUGE...do I look like I'm expecting to have a baby tonight?

Ironic, we were talking about going into labor...

Little did I know things were changing in a few short hours...

Leaving the party, in my borrowed pants. Also my last "pregnant" picture...

And we're off to the hospital!

I think I've started at least 100 posts but everytime I get distracted and stop...

So to get myself started again I'm going to keep it short and sweet...

Introducing the newest (well he was new 5 months ago today) love of my life

Baby Clay

I can't believe its been 5 months since he was born. Between being a new mom, sleep deprived, moving, and starting a new job its gone by in a flash. I'm going to try to be a better blogger but I make no promises...

With that I'll leave you with my little man, I know every mom thinks their child is the cutest, but really...look at that face...