I did it!

It has been awhile since my last post.  And for good reason...

After my third trip to my OB in five days, I was sent to the hospital to finally bring baby girl into this crazy world. And after eight hours of labor -- which includes two straight hours of pushing -- she finally arrived.

Annabelle Margaret was born on January 15 at 10:32 PM.  She weighed on 7 lbs and 11 oz.  As you can see, she's pretty damn beautiful.  They even let us take her home.  It was the slowest car ride ever...seriously, in the history of cars.

At the moment, we've only experience a partial reality check with baby.  For the past two weeks, we've had family staying at the house to help.  So, I'm pretty sure all hell will break loose on Monday.  But, I'm sure it is all worth it.

Still pregnant

I guess that title is self-explanatory.

There is nothing worse than being 40 weeks pregnant...and I mean that in the most loving, motherly way possible.  Yes, giving life is a beautiful thing.  Yes, I can't wait to meet my little princess.  At the same time, I'd like to get out of bed in the morning without my husband's assistance.  I'd also like to just simply bend over and pick things off the floor.  Most importantly, I'd like my belly button to go back to an "inny."  Its just weird looking and, quite frankly, it looks like a butthole.  That is not attractive.

Waiting

Yesterday, the doctor told me it was "very favorable" that I would go this weekend.

So I'm just waiting for that prediction to come true.  And...still waiting.

What's your preoccupation?

Staying preoccupied is the name of the game.

Not going to lie.  My first thought this morning -- "What time is Maury on?" (Answer: Noon).  I used to watch it while working from my in laws' house in the frozen tundra that is currently Watertown.  But since we moved, I've been working out of our kitchen which has no television.  In an effort to remain useful, I deep scrubbed the bathroom and started washing the walls in the living room...so when my dad gets here after the arrival of baby girl, my husband and him can paint it.  Now that I'm finally sitting...all I can think about is, "When is this baby gonna make its entrance?  Soon...right?"

Here's a conversation I've had a lot lately with my husband.  By a lot...I mean nearly every morning during breakfast, again at lunch and three or four times each evening.

Me:  I'm pretty sure this baby is never going to come.
Hubs:  Do you understand how crazy that sounds?
Me:  I do. -pause- It sounds crazy, but I'm starting to believe that its actually true.  I'm pretty sure I'll just be 39 weeks pregnant for the rest of 2014.
Hubs: As long as you know that you sound crazy...

Day One

And so it begins...

Today is the first day of a whole new life.

1.  I officially have no work / job.  In July, my husband got a new job...something we've been hoping would happen for a long time.  We knew this would mean that I would be temporarily unemployed, but I was confident that I would find something.  When we moved in September, I continued to consult for my former employer until my contract ended yesterday.  I would look for a job but...

2.  I am 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant.  I'm not really in any position to take on a new job.  My focus needs to be on preparing for labor and being a mother.  I need to relax and enjoy the little time I have left to myself.  Which is really weird because...

3.  I've never been unemployed.  No, seriously...never.  I've had a job since I was able to get working papers in high school.  I've never willingly left a job without another one lined up.  I like my line of work and, most importantly, I like contributing to our family's bank account.

So...I'm documenting this whole transition.  Because if I know one thing about myself, it will be full of mishaps and misadventures -- much like every other aspect of my life.