Introducing Miss Emily Frances

Born December 22nd at 9:28am. Weighing in at 7lb 13oz, 19.25 inches.

I'll post a birth story later. Right now I'm just going to enjoy Christmas with my wonderful husband and "The Girls" =)

No baby yet.

Hello? Body? Do you remember what you're supposed to do? Let me remind you - the baby needs to come OUT now. I appreciate you holding on so tightly the last 40 weeks but I'm done. Seriously.

Not one to sit at home, Abby and I went to try to see Santa yesterday. She wouldn't go near him and I couldn't bring myself to put a shy 2 year old into Santa's lap just to have a picture of her screaming. I'm glad we got a few pictures before we left the house.

Yes, I curled my toddlers hair. The child that will barely sit still for me to change her diaper or let me brush her teeth likes to have her hair curled. She will sit perfectly still and when I'm done, she keeps signing/saying "More pretties please"

In case you were wondering

I've begun to start all my phone conversations with "No, I'm not in labor". Although, everyone is being really good about not calling me every 5 minutes and I appreciate that very much. Tomorrow is the big "due date"

Saw the doctor on Wednesday who confimed I'm still 3cm with some other signs that I'll go into labor "soon". We'll see about that! In the interest of my own sanity and Emily not having to share a birthday with baby Jesus, I went ahead and scheduled an induction for December 22nd. I debated letting my body do it's thing since 40 weeks is really not an expiration date. I realize it's not uncommon to go 41 or even 42 weeks. All things considered I feel it's the right decision for us. I worry constantly about her movement. I'm favorable for induction meaning my body is already showing signs, it just needs a little nudge in the right direction. We could also use the 2009 tax writeoff ;)

Mother's Day Out Concert FAIL

The batteries I put in the camera didn't charge last night, so that was a bad start to the day. But I'm glad I found that out now and not in L&D later this week.

Abby refused to even so much as sit on her class blanket like we normally do for Chapel on Tuesday mornings. She wanted to stand. After one song the entire school sang, she wanted to run around. When I tried to put a stop to that she of course dropped herself to the ground saying "No Way" and when picked up, screamed "Down" repeatedly and cried as we walked out of the hall. We had a little toddler timeout/talk outside and I had to hold her for the rest of the 10 minute concert. After which I realized a good deal of my belly was showing the entire time because none of my pants or shirts fit anymore.

So no cute video or pictures of her singing her class song Twinkle Twinkle or even her precious little fingers making the diamond shape she loves so much. I didn't expect much out of her at this age, but pretty much worse case scenario as far as the concert went. Better luck next year!

Emilywatch 2009

After what I felt was a lot of "Early Labor" Sunday and Monday night, all has stalled out for now. That's fine I guess. I'm 39 weeks as of yesterday. I worked my last shift Friday night. That's really it for now folks! I'll let you know.

That game almost put me into labor!

No, seriously! The adrenaline at the end was making the baby go bonkers in my belly. I had about 8 "Braxton Hicks" in an hour but then they went away. Oh Colt, why must you tease us all so! I told Mark that if I were still in college I'd be on my 7th or 8th different kind of beer. You see, that was a strategy (superstition) we used when UT needed a little help during an away football game. We'd switch what kind of beer we were drinking. This meant we had to have a minimum of 5 different kinds of beer on hand and usually we'd end up with 10-15. Just to be safe! It was also completely unacceptable not to finish the last beer you were working on before the switch.

Back to last night's game. Nail Biter? Squeaker? Skin of your teeth? None of those can even come close to describing how I felt. Although unlike the Tech game I was not praying in front of the TV. That's probably just because it takes too much effort to get off the floor these days. Instead I had my hands over my eyes and peeked through the cracks in my fingers and may have promised Hunter Lawrence our firstborn son.

Oh and I believe they only referred to Shipley as McCoy's roommate once during the game which is a new record low. We once used the roommate comment as a trigger for a drinking game and I puked by halftime.