we woke up this morning and all three of us (me, cosmo, & van) were healthy and happy.
i consider that to be a successful first week.
i hope i am not jinxing myself, but i think we got a rockstar good baby.
he is SO MELLOW and feeds every 4 hours during the night, so we are able to get a little sleep.
he hates being naked and getting his diaper changed, but thats about the only time he cries, and even then, its a pretty pathetic whimper.
he has long skinny girl fingers like his dad, and he has his dad's toes and feet.
he has my nose and cheeks.
if you notice on the left side of his head, he has a pretty good lump.
he was in the birth canal for over 2 hours. the rest of his cone head has gone down completely, but they have told us that because he was crowing for so long in that one spot, he has major bruising in the bone and that lump will be there for quite some time. poor kid. my sisters have already nick named him "lumpy".
good thing its getting close to beanie season!
its crazy how much we love this little guy, even if he does poop all over us and the bed at 3:00 in the morning when we are exhausted and half awake.
and from the looks of things, this kid is VERY COMFORTABLE where he is at. i feel like that youtube kid'david at the dentist'when he looks at his dad in desperation and asks- "why is this happening to me?? is this going to be forever?!"
soo.... to get my mind off that unpleasant realization, here's pictures from my awesome weekend.
me and cosmo are trying to live up our last kidless days, so along with my little sisters angela and erika, we went to see kevin devine on saturday.
he's one of my very favorites. as i have mentioned before, he's a lyrical genius.
me, kevin devine, angela, erika
since the hard rock cafe is a really small venue, we were able to talk to him afterwards for quite a while.
me and cosmo have met him several times, and each time he is just as genuine and sincere.
he was in love with the fact that i was pregnant and talked a lot about how he loves the energy and the thought of a new life growing inside. he was flattered that i would come to his show 9 months pregnant and HE thanked ME for being there and sharing my energy with him.
it sounds cheesy, but it was a cool moment.
"we wrap bibles up in blankets, just in case we're watched in sleep, but its the slingshots underneath our pillows that keep us calm and rested and relieved.. cuz we're a nation built on eggshells, bandages, and appleseeds. attractive homes on top of bruised foundations that come apart gradually, before they're leveled completely...." -kevin devine
me and cosmo enjoying our childless last moments....
it was amazing. the show. not the childless moment... actually that too.
and even though i said i wasnt going to talk about it.. just an update..
my doctor is out of town this week, so if i dont go into labor naturally (which does NOT look like its going to happen) then they will induce me on Tuesday Oct 18th when he gets back.
in other words, 5 more days and life will never be the same.
we put up the crib a couple weekends ago, and it made it a little too real..
i walk by the room now and see the crib and think-
"oh crap. this is really happening.."
i LOVE this crib.. it is the same crib my mom used for all 8 of us kids, and my little sister used it for my nephew as well. it has a lot of memories attached to it, including the chew marks on the sides from me teething.... i guess i liked the taste of crib.
embarrassing fact- i bought this baby bedding before i was even pregnant. it was on sale, and i loved it and couldn't pass it up. good thing we are having a boy!
cosmo painted this wooden rocket ship to match the bedding and we'll be putting it somewhere in the room once i figure out what i want to do.
33 weeks pregnant.
and just to put icing on the cake of this thing really happening, our carseat came this week.
the other day i was walking (waddling) my pregnant body through the parking lot, dying of heat, when a big SUV stopped to let me cross in front of them.
just as i was thinking of how nice and thoughtful they were, a big buff black guy leaned out the window of said SUV and exclaimed "daaaaaaam girl.. you look like a weeble wooble!"
how was i suppose to respond to that?! "why thank you kind sir, indeed i do! laugh laugh. (cry....)"
i'm convinced that people like to see belly pictures just to see how fat youre getting
(at least thats why i like to see them).
so for all of those curious mean people out there...
here you go!
(pretty sure i blew up over night this week, and if i look tired, its because i am. i have a ninja inside me that decides night time is a good time to practice karate.)
so far my loving sisters have told me that i have "pregnant fat face" and while attempting to shop for clothes that fit, i walked out in one shirt only to hear the comment- "you sort of look like a hot air balloon".... which was quickly followed up by "but a really cute hot air balloon!" when she saw the tears starting to form in my eyes. oh the joys of pregnancy hormones.
and i had to share this lovely gem...
for mothers day, cosmo made a mini jenn out of donuts with pregnant belly and all.
i love how creative he is. he keeps me smiling.
the pregnancy is.....going.....
while i'm thrilled to be pregnant and to start our family, the whole act of being pregnant is pretty crappy.
no one ever really tells you that.
next time i hear a girl say how she just LOVES being pregnant,
i'm going to have her tell that to my swollen feet
all I can say is that our life is pretty plain
we like watching the puddles gather rain
and all we can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak our point of view but it's not sane.. it's not sane
i just want someone to say to me
i'll always be there when you wake
you know i'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
so stay with me and we'll have it made
and we don't understand why we sleep all day
And we start to complain that there's no rain
and all we can do is read a book to stay awake
and it rips our life away but it's a great escape
all we can say is that our life is pretty plain
You don't like our point of view
You think we're insane...
it's not sane ...