I ran out of pants (that fit) because I haven't done laundry in so long. (Although I haven't resorted to wearing swimsuits, yet, so the situation isn't that dire.) Unfortunately I had a doctor's appointment, so I had to wear something other than grungy pajama pants. I scrounged up a pair of shorts and was off. It wasn't until I walked outside and felt a cool breeze lifting my ridiculously long leg hair that I realized I haven't shaved since last summer.
An actual conversation with Paul:
Me: "Do you think I look too skinny?"
Me: "You don't think I look unhealthy? I think I am too skinny."
Paul: "No, you could lose a lot of weight and still be thicker."
For those of you who are worried, I did ask him to clarify what 'thicker' means. He just meant I am not as slender as I was before I got pregnant. It is hard for me to tell, because I am just looking at a body that lost a lot of weight (you know, a baby and all its trimmings) really fast. It is weird to not be pregnant. And I just want to make sure that I don't lose the curves that qualify me for the definition of "Greek Goddess". Still got it.
All in all, my children are fed, and usually happy. My house is a mess, and my heart is full. I could spend hours staring at my newborn. I could spend hours staring at Ella, but she never stops moving, so I don't get the chance. Double the pleasure, double the fun. I definitely recommend two.
Charlotte Loretta Christensen
9 lbs 3 oz
She was born at 7:38am Saturday morning after about 12 hours of active labor. I started the pitocin at 2:30pm Friday, but the contractions didn't start needing any concentration for a while. I only had to push for five minutes, though, which was nice. All in all, a good experience. We are so glad she is finally here.
Okay, I just put this one in because Ella looks so cute in my apron. Let's be honest here. I have done very little actual cooking this week. The upside of that being that there are very few dishes. What a beautifully clean kitchen we have!
Yes, this is more like it. Anyone recognize the classic Cracker Barrel scene here? I told Paul that my new hobby is going out to eat. He has been amazingly accommodating. I have a really good husband. We are actually sick of restaurants.
Well, here I am, seven days late. Which I think would not have been so stressful but for the daily, regular Braxton-Hicks contractions. I have been woken up by contractions three nights in the last week. I have been sure every single day that "today is the day". So so discouraging. It was actually pretty easy to wait for Ella (six days late) because nothing happened until the night I went into labor. I feel like I've been teased all week long. It's been pretty emotional for me.
So I'm making rice. And hoping that the rest of the meal will magically appear before it's done cooking.
And I'm hoping Ella will be magically not naked when her dad gets home... but if she's not, I will only feel marginally ashamed. Because I have already clothed her twice today. And I think that I'm not going to do it again. I'll let you know.
On the upside, maybe I'll have a baby tonight.
A girl can dream.
Happy Due Date tomorrow.