The Birth of a Legend


**Note:  I started writing this on Wednesday, February 27th and am just finishing two days later.  Long amounts of time spent on the computer are few and far between these days.  Thank goodness for mobile devices!!**

At exactly 11:29am two weeks ago I became a mom.  The greatest most rewarding feeling you can ever have as a woman.  There’s nothing like seeing that little face for the first time and knowing that he’s forever yours.

My road to motherhood started off as a long eighteen month journey with lots of tears, pregnancy tests, hugs and ovulation kits.  In the end it was five little pills that changed my world.  It was at week three day five when we found out that there was a little bundle of joy growing inside of me.  As I documented my journey over the last 36 weeks, I can’t believe all the fuss that amounted to getting to where we are today.  Never in a million years would I wish an eighteen month journey to pregnancy on anyone, but I will tell you now that I am a better person because of it.  I have more respect for pregnancy and motherhood in general.  I get why people cry and it’s not just for no reason.  I cherish the little things even more.  Lucky for us, our journey was easily fixed.  Now, as I sit here watching my two week old little boy sleep in his chair, I’m thankful that the fuss ended in him and a better me.

Now, how did we get here?  Well, we know the obvious answer to that question, but what the heck happened two weeks ago?  I promise to leave out all the “details,” leaving this post strictly PG, but I’ll fill you in as to how little Henry arrived thirteen days early.

Tuesday, February 12, I was exactly 38 weeks pregnant.  I never got to my week 37 post, but that’s irrelevant at this point.  On this day in particular I had to meet with the pediatrician, take Bernie to the vet for some shots and off to my parents to finally bring them into the 21st Century with wireless.  The rest of my week consisted of dinners and dates with friends whom I know I wouldn’t get to spend as much time with once Baby H arrived (he clearly had other plans).  After a busy morning, it was finally time to get home to the couch.  Ben got home that evening, we had dinner and started discussing my new endeavor of selling Star Wars stuff on eBay.  For those of you who don’t know, Ben was a huge Star Wars collector as a child/adult and now wants to part with everything.  I am not complaining as the nine boxes that are taking up storage space won’t be missed.  Around 9pm it was off to bed.

By 11:45pm I woke with the urge to poop.  The past few days I had been fighting a stomach bug and at this point was utterly sick that it still hadn’t worked it’s way out of my system.  Well, to my luck it was just a false stomach ache.  Though I couldn’t fall back asleep so I grabbed my iPad, rolled over and started reading.  While reading I thought to myself this can’t be contractions, she said I’d know exactly what contractions felt like.  By 12:30am, the first contraction his, mid sentence of my novel, and I thought to myself “yep this is it.”  Continuing to read, I got my contraction timer app out and started timing them.  At this point they were seven minutes apart and lasting for a minute.  This went on until 2am, when I decided I should probably let Ben know what’s going on.  After telling him that I was contracting and extremely hungry I headed downstairs to grab a late night snack.  He rolled over and went back to bed, which was about all he should’ve done.  At that point, what was he going to do? 

For the next hour and a half I contracted every six minutes, ate some snacks, watched TV and wrote thank you cards in between each contraction.  I had yet to finish my shower thank yous (such a slacker) and the last thing I wanted was to be the person sending their thank yous out after the baby it born (well it happened, at least I sent them!!)  In between contractions I would have the urge to pee.  My body was literally in the mode of contract, pee, contract, pee every six minutes!!  How annoying.  Around 3:30 I decided to call the hospital as I had started to spot a little.  My doctor called back and said this could be false labor so don’t call until they’re five minutes apart.  Seriously?  Back to my book and contraction timer I went for the next hour.  Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and decided that a good shower would do the trick.  At this point the contractions weren’t awful, they were just annoying.  Once I get out of the shower my contractions were down to four minutes a part.  YES!!  I could call her back and hopefully go in.  After waking Ben, crying to say goodbye to my dog, and packing the car it was finally time to head to the hospital. (We have no idea when my water broke, but it was probably when I couldn’t stop peeing between contractions).

Cue, longest car ride of my life.  Elmbrook is a solid 45 minutes from our house, no big deal.  WRONG…it’s a big deal when your body thinks it needs to pee after each contraction.  At one point Ben asked if I wanted to stop at McDonald’s to pee (cue thought about shamrock shake) and I promptly told him my son was not going to be born in a McDonald’s bathroom.  So while squeezing his hand to get through the 10 or so contractions I’d have during the car ride, I prayed that I wouldn’t wet my pants.  Once we arrived I bolted through the door at the admitting department and went to the bathroom.  Pretty sure the girl wasn’t supposed to let me do that, but quite frankly I wasn’t going to wait. 

A nice nurse met us in admitting and I proudly walked myself to the labor and delivery room.  No wheelchair for this girl!!  We got to admitting, I got changed, they checked me, yada yada.  Since we got there at shift change we didn’t get one specific nurse at first.  After learning I was only 2cm, which pissed me off because I had been a loose 1cm for almost three weeks, I asked the nurse how long she thought I’d be there.  She said, first time mom, oh I’d say you got about 18 hours to go.  HELL NO!!  I said, how about we have a baby before lunch, to which they all laughed.  At 6:30am, we got the OK to say and I was officially considered in labor.  I had NO idea that you had to get the OK to stay.  This girl wasn’t going anywhere either way.

I got hooked up to the portable doppler and was given the okay to walk around to progress labor.  The walk lasted all of three whole minutes before my urge to contract, pee turned into contract, poop, pee.  The body is an amazing thing.  Back to the room we went and in between bathroom breaks I started using Ben’s body to brace myself during contractions.  At this point they were about 3 minutes long and last a minute and a half.  Basically I wasn’t getting any sort of break.

The nurse that we were assigned, Julie, was asking the approrpriate questions and had said were you going to get an epidural.  I said I want to wait as long as possible.  Well, my long as possible didn’t last very long as the contractions were awful.  Once I got the epi I felt fantastic.  Shortly after I started to feel pressure again so back to getting checked.  In another hour I had progressed from a 4 to an 8!  Way to go body!!  While all of this was happening I had an allergic reaction to the meds I was given for strep B.  Nothing worse that having the desire to itch your entire body while you’re stuck in bed and there is that nasty tape making it worse.  When the doctor called to say it was okay to give me some Benadryl they told her that I was up to 8cm which resulted in a “holy shit” from her.  I was super happy to know that my body was progressing quickly, but also that the Benadryl would make me sleepy and I could get a nap in.  NOT SO FAST…body had a different idea.  Doctor came over to check on me and after seeing that I had was “ready to go” she headed to the locker room to change, while I was shorted out of a nap.

To keep the long of it short, Henry was born after 40 minutes of pushing and shock by all that I had my first baby posterior and in 4 hours and 59 minutes.  Yep, that’s right, I had a baby before lunch time!!  Most of the birth process is kind of a blur.  I remember pushing Ben out of the way at one point and focusing on the TV, not surprised, between contractions.  I remember after he came out I just looked at Ben in utter shock.  I for sure thought I’d cry, after all I cry over everything, but nope I was shocked.  We were finally parents.  CRAP…what were we supposed to do now?!?

The rest of the afternoon was spent getting to know my sweet little boy.  We didn’t have any visitors until dinner time so it was nice to just enjoy the time together.  Everyone kept urging me to nap, but I couldn’t.  I was on such a high from the whole thing that I just wanted to stare at him.

Lucky for me, I seem to have a body that was meant to have babies.  Not only did I have an extremely fast first labor, but I didn’t feel like I had just had a baby after it was all done.  Sure there were the expected aches and pains, but I was up and walking around right away, begging for a shower.  The doctor was impressed with all my levels and how fast I was “bouncing” back.  Needless to say I am so thankful for great genes!!  It’s about time I get some good ones 🙂

Now to the irony of having Henry 13 days early.  The previous Thursday at my appointment the doctor told me that there was no way I was going to make it to my due date.  On the Friday before Ben and I were talking about the perfect day to have a baby.  Funny enough we both had said we’re free on the 13th.  Even more ironic, on Tuesday before going to bed Ben had asked me what I was doing on Wednesday.  I jokingly said having a baby.  Little did we know….


Week Thirty Six


Week thirty six equaled TONS of naps. I would say on average I took at least two naps a day for two hours at a time if not more.  Basically at this point I’m a professional napper.  Sleeping at night is overrated when you can just nap all day. You might be thinking with all that napping it’s no wonder you don’t sleep at night.  NOT true.  I’ve always been great at napping and still sleeping at night.  Sleep at night is far to painful with my swollen feet and hands.  Not to mention it was too cold to go anywhere or do anything, not that I had any plans to begin with.   

I did get out a few times when I wasn’t napping.  Mom and I went to Sam’s Club bright and early on Tuesday where I managed to trip out of the car on my reusable bags, then after gathering myself, a few minutes later I somehow spilled my coffee all over the place.  Good thing it was outside so I didn’t make a complete mess in the store, but my pants and fleece weren’t so lucky.    

Thursday was another doctor’s appointment and a little overwhelming for me.  I tested positive for strep b, which is no big deal except I have extreme (that may overreacting a little, but when you can’t take any of the “good drugs” to cure colds, any allergy is extreme) antibiotic allergies/sensitivities.  All of the recommended antibiotics I’m either allergic or tested resistant to.  Out of the top ten, I stopped having a reaction at number six.  Antibiotic allergies aren’t something new in my life, though I’ve noticed they have worsened as I’ve aged.  The only thing that scares me a little bit is that I have no idea how I’ll react.  Hopefully we’ll mesh well.  I also had to get tested for preeclampsia because my blood pressure was higher than normal and the swelling in my hands and feet isn’t getting any better.  That made me more nervous than anything.  My doctor is fantastic and assured me it was just to be on the safe side, but I am one of those let’s jump to the worst conclusion types of people.  The phlebotomist (learned that word from teaching medical terminology) is super funny so she too made the best out of the situation.  I did get a little teary once I got to the car, but a reassuring phone call to the hubby and a text to Brianne made things better.  I took the doctors advice and after finishing up some errands went home, put my feet up, watched TV and took a nap.  Around 5:30 she called to let me know that all is fine I must of just had an off day, but to keep the resting and fluid intake up.  From the amount of resting I’ve been doing, that is no problem!!

No huge plans for the weekend.  We had dinner with KSquared on Friday night at Napoli’s (LOVE that place).  It was YUMMY like always and it was great to catch up.  After all, Katie and I no longer get to spend quality time together daily!

Saturday Ben was supposed to work out of town, but due to the weather he ended up home.  It’s so weird to have him home on the weekends.  I almost felt like I didn’t know what to do.  For so long we’ve had weekends “apart” per say, with either one of us doing our own thing that when we are both together for the weekend it’s weird.  We did take the opportunity to make a trip to Menard’s and get the rest of the stuff needed to finish the nursery (pictures to come next week).  

Around 2 I got to go hang out with Tyler while Cuz and Tim went on one last date before their baby came.  It has been a long time since I’ve baby sat, but let me tell you it was so much fun.  Ty is such an easy kid and at a super fun age.  I for sure thought being nine months pregnant I’d be exhausted by the time I left, but it felt good to run around with the little guy.  I think he had fun with me too!!

Sunday I felt great and spent the day going through all the crap that is piled up in our office.  We really are hoaders.  The worst part about our office is that it’s rarely used.  Our clean laundry spends more time hanging out in there than we do.  I’d hope at some point in our life that we’ll actually use it for more than a dumping grounds, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.  Maybe if there were a TV occupying the space I’d spend more time in there.  Ben did scold me for “overdoing” it and cleaning out cupboards that are out of arms reach.  His first comment was, “you must have grown 8 feet tall in order to clean that cupboard out.”  I told him not only was no one around to help me, but the cupboard wasn’t going to get cleaned on it’s own.  Now everything is exactly how I want it to be.  


Baby is the size of a Honeydew.  Weighing in at approximately 4.2-5.8 pounds.  The Doctor seems to think we’re going to have an “abnormally large” baby.
Pardon the “boring” pics this week.  I was trying out some different apps on my iPad.  For those of you wondering, yes that is a vintage Cooper Cougars sweatshirt that I proudly wear on a regular basis!!

How Far Along: 36 Weeks 6 Days

Maternity Clothes: They’re overrated at this point.  Most of them don’t fit or are far too uncomfortable to even attempt to wear.  Hence the reason I only wear them when I NEED to go someplace.  So don’t be surprised if you happen to see me ‘repeating’ outfits on a regular basis.  The rest of the time it’s my pj’s and over sized shirts.  Though I’d like to add, just because I stay home all day and enjoy my pj’s does not mean I don’t shower on a regular basis!

Stretch Marks: No more yet (fingers crossed it stays that way)

Sleep: I have finally reached the point of uncomfortable so sleep is harder, but since I don’t have any place to be all day I feel less guilty napping as much as possible.   

Best Moment of the Week: I had so much fun watching Tyler on Saturday.  He is the funniest little guy

Miss Anything: At this point it’s hard to think of something specific that I miss as I kind of miss a lot of things, but most of them are things that are expected to be missed this far in.  It will be nice to have a “normal” body again and to do “normal” things. 

Movement:  We’re still pretty active though usually just when I’m laying down to sleep at night.  What a gem!! 

Anything Making Your Queasy or Sick: A sour tummy a few days this week.  Not sure from what, but it was just like first trimester all over again. 

Gender: A boy…Henry or Baby H as I like to call him.

Labor Signs: Since we’re getting to the point of weekly checks and closer to the due date there could be lots of things going on, BUT to keep the excitement alive we’ve chosen not to disclose any of that.  So if you ask, “are you dilated?” my response will be no, even if I am.  Where’s the anticipation of surprise if I spill all the details?!?Belly Button: Popped is an understatement.  

Happy or Moody:Excited, anxious, unpatiently waiting…. 
Looking Forward Too: Having our baby….SOON!!  The wait is killing me

Week Thirty Five


I like to call this the week of production!!  Not only did I feel great most of the week, but I got a TON of stuff done.  Of course, none of it would’ve been possible without a little help. 

On Tuesday Julie came over and helped me put a MAJOR dent into the nursery.  She was awesome and I cannot thank her enough for taking charge and helping to make sense of everything.  By the end of the day she had successfully helped me put all the clothes away (perfectly organized), put the cozy cover on the car seat and help with adjusting everything, pack bags and so much more.  I felt like after she left we were actually well on our way to having a nursery.  

Throughout the rest of the week Ben and I finished up odds and ends.  The crib finally got put together, furniture rearranged, batteries installed and closets organized.  It felt so good to have it all basically done.  By Friday night we were officially ready to go.  Though I have yet to share pictures because we still have a few important decorations to put up yet. Stay tuned, they’ll probably make next weeks blog. 

Had another doctor’s appointment on Thursday.  As previously stated we aren’t sharing any of the “juicy” details this far in, but I will tell you that we are right on the track.  Our son will definitely be a February baby.  Mom and I ran a ton of errands, thank goodness for her patience, afterwards and again, felt good to be accomplished with all things baby.  

Friday was Softball Wives Game night.  This is something that was early started last year sometime and we tried to get together once a month to play games, eat and laugh.  Well in that time babies were born, weddings were had, houses were moved into and life got plain busy so we hadn’t gotten together in awhile. I was determinded that we’d all get together before baby came and it FINALLY worked!!  We got together at Ashley’s, had some delicious food, played games, painted nails, passed Addi around and caught up.  It was a really nice time.  I love having these women in my life as every time we get together we pick up where we left off.  Not to mention we always laugh… a lot! 

Saturday Ben was out of town, which was the first time I was extremely nervous about being without him.  At this point it seems that everything makes me nervous because I really do fear being alone and going into labor.  I know there are so many people that are just a phone call away, but that doesn’t help the anxiety.  Ben was great about reassuring me that I’d be fine and that if anything were to happen he’d drive at lightening speeds to get back to me.  Plus he called or texted every hour just to check in.   

I was lucky enough to get a pedi with my cousin on Saturday.  Not only are we pregnant together, but we are super close.  This experience has been great to share with her.  She’s already a mom so it’s nice to have someone to lean on, but also to share all those aches and pains with.  The pedi was just what we needed for our sore feet!  Now we just have to wait for baby to come.  

Besides the pedi I ran some extra errands, ordered take out, rented a movie and cuddled with Bernie on the couch.  Pretty dang close to a perfect Saturday night!

Ben was home bright and early Sunday morning and I was in FULL cleaning mode.  He made a comment about taking a nap to which I said, “NAP! We’re having a baby there’s no time for napping!  You can nap when you’re dead!” Okay, maybe a bit extreme, but I was on a roll and there was no turning back.  Little did I realize that my cleaning spree would turn into lots of closets getting cleaned out, crap finally going in the garbage and Ben deciding to tackle his everlasting card collection.  When he started going through those, I knew it was time to hide upstairs.  I also made freezer meals that we just pop in the crock after baby comes.  Trying to make things a little easier for the both of us.  

To end the week, I got to have lunch with my Washington family on Monday.  I sure do miss them.  We of course had lots of catching up to do.  They have far more interesting lives than I, to which I’ve decided I’m living vicariously through them.  Hard to believe next time we have lunch not only will I have a baby, but Mel will too!!  Life is changing so fast for everyone!!  LOVE IT!!

As this was the week of 35/35 (see picture below) it’s hard to believe that we really can have a baby any day now.  We’re both beyond excited.  I know I’m nervous and I bet that there’s a little part of Ben that is as well.  I don’t even know what I’m nervous about.  Every time I have a pain or cramp I immediately think, “is this it?”  The waiting game is killing me.  I really need to find things to help keep me busy so I don’t sick and think about labor all day long.    

My little coconut

How Far Along: 35 Weeks 6 Days

Maternity Clothes: They’re overrated at this point.  Most of them don’t fit or are far too uncomfortable to even attempt to wear.  Hence the reason I only wear them when I NEED to go someplace.  So don’t be surprised if you happen to see me ‘repeating’ outfits on a regular basis.  The rest of the time it’s my pj’s and over sized shirts.

Stretch Marks: No more yet (fingers crossed it stays that way)

Sleep: I have finally reached the point of uncomfortable so sleep is harder, but since I don’t have any place to be all day I feel less guilty napping as much as possible.   

Best Moment of the Week: Putting together all the baby stuff and finishing up the nursery.  This is all becoming TOO real. 

Miss Anything:  Besides the alcohol that I can’t stop thinking about, I miss seeing my feet, bending over and putting my pants on while standing up.

Movement:  We’re still pretty active though usually just when I’m laying down to sleep at night.  What a gem!! 

Anything Making Your Queasy or Sick: I went from not wanting to eat, to wanting to eat everything in sight, but at the same time I don’t like anything we ever have.  This indecisiveness is becoming too much.

Gender: A boy…Henry or Baby H as I like to call him.

Labor Signs: Since we’re getting to the point of weekly checks and closer to the due date there could be lots of things going on, BUT to keep the excitement alive we’ve chosen not to disclose any of that.  So if you ask, “are you dilated?” my response will be no, even if I am.  Where’s the anticipation of surprise if I spill all the details?!?
Belly Button: Popped is an understatement.  Three strangers asked me if I doing okay and was going to deliver anytime soon.  Apparently I look extremely pregnant.

Happy or Moody: This week I became really emotional about the whole process.  Mostly pregnancy ending as I’ve grown to love it so much and knowing I will no longer be able to protect the little guy from the world (of germs).  Still very excited and so is B (the hubby, not the dog), though I’m sure Bernie is pretty excited too.  He does love ALL things baby.  
Looking Forward Too: Spending time with family and friends before Henry arrives