12 days...but who's counting????

I will be glad when I have adult things to talk about...not just the state of my uterus.  Or my back. Or my ass.  Or my swollen like softball feet.  Apparently, though, adult conversations are relinquished once baby is born and you find your self consumed with bottles.  And giggles.  And poop.

I think BJ and I have officially run out of things to say to each other.  

Since school started back, our conversation has been limited...very similar to the first 4 months of this adventure.  I come home and sleep.  He watches TV.  Correspondence to a minimum.  But I don't know what to talk about.  Everything is ready (except the house needs to be cleaned...AGAIN)...even the car seat is in the car (bless his heart, he got nervous that we hadn't put the car seat in and there would be an emergency).  Neither one of us are sleeping very well (well, he SAYS he isn't but every time I get up in the night to pee he looks like he's cozy in dreamland!).

We are both just really ready for Caroline to be here.  Mostly because we want to hold her and love her and, you know, meet her.  

(and I MUST digress for a moment...it really sucks when OTHER people say, "I can't wait for Caroline to get here...I'm SO ready"...LIKE THEY HAVE CARRIED HER AROUND IN THEIR BODIES FOR 9 MONTHS...seriously?  I understand being excited...like my girlfriends who are super excited to meet her...but other people who act like they've been doing all this waiting and anticipating...PleASE spare me...I'm so over this whole notion of "I have a right to your baby because I say I do"...where are these people going to be when we need dinners or diaper changes?  probably in my living room holding the baby and not helping with things like laundry and cleaning (things that we could REALLY use some help on)...okay, digression over)

So we're ready.  12 days and counting.  Seems very similar to the anticipation of the wedding.  Which was fun.  The wedding, not the waiting.  I am kinda nervous that I'll go into labor early...and I've made it to 37 weeks which means she's full term so she'll be okay...BuT...she really should cook a little longer.  I don't feel like she's ready to come out...I feel like she's really uncomfortable in there.  She's always moving around with her knee in my stomach, toes in my ribs.

Sometimes, I have nightmares that she is this alien being.

Other times, in my dreams, she's really the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

But I'm going to laugh when she is born with a penis...NO, not a hermaphrodite...a boy.  Yeah, I still think she's gonna be a boy...and I'm okay with that.  Finn will have a lot of cute little panties with CLW across the rear.

We're almost there, kid...we can make it...promise.  :)

any day now...

Okay, kid.  I get it.  You are incubating like rapid fire right now...but does that mean you have to give me heartburn that starts in my knees and goes into my nose?  What about the constipation that STILL isn't corrected (even after 3 full days of 4 colace per day & 4 suppositories...oh yes, nice little "bonus" to the end of the pregnancy...burst hemorrhoids)?  You know, my Sciatic Nerve is about to turn Pyschotic in the very near future.  Not to mention, I feel as if one of two things are going to happen...

A)  my ovaries are going to explode OR 

B)  your arm is going to exit my stomach very similar to the alien in the cult movie classic, Space Balls

Either way, I am ready for you to be out...that is R-E-A-D-Y for you, little, dear Caroline Leigh to be O-U-T of my body...I really don't mind feeding you from my body, holding you outside of my body, snuggling you close to my body...but it is definitely time for you NOT TO BE inside my body.  Nine months?  More like 10...40 weeks.  You are scheduled to be borned a week early so I just have to make it to 39...I am at 36 and 4 days.  And I think I might just go to bed so I don't have to think about it...but when I try to go to sleep...I fingers/carpal tunnel acts up, I have to pee a million times (which requires a manuever SO involved to get OUT of the bed that I can't really explain other than to say roll and hoist) and there is absolutely NOTHING comfortable about the precious bed we bought so many months ago (it was comfy then) especially when your Daddy tries to snuggle me...ugh...he smells bad and it's too hot for all that.

So what is a Mommy-to-be to do?

WAIT...that is all I can do is just wait...wait for you to come...either on your own time or when the doctor says so...but between you and me...I wouldn't be upset if you decided now instead of later! :)

not just your usual "Mom Blog"...

So I set up this blog to document Caroline's arrival--you know, preparations, showers, car seats, bedding.  And at the time it seemed like a great idea.

Except those of you who know me know that I can only "OOOHHH" & "AAAAAHHHH" over monogrammed panties, painted walls, and ginormous bunny rabbits for so long.  Don't get me wrong, the panties are adorable, I am SUPER stoked about how the nursery turned out and the bunny rabbit, we'll just leave that alone...but I am a writer--most days a satirical writer...and I feel that as the moments count down until Caroline is here that I need to be a little more true to my own personal writing style (instead of just categorizing pictures, sentiments, etc.).

So...the preparations are documented.  Now onto the fun stuff.

From now on, this blog will be what it has just been renamed:  THE CAROLINE CHRONICLES. It is my desire to write a blog about being a Mom and all the (apparent) hilarity I am in for in my own sarcastic, personal style.  So you will get anecdotes.  You'll get the gross stuff.  I will probably throw out a cuss word or two.  Some of it will be sentimental (hell, it's a baby...that brings out the emotions in everyone)...but mostly it will be my ramblings and trying to make sense of this new world I am now a member of.  I do not want this to be your typical "Mom Blog"... I want it to have relevance and character and of course...humor.  So if you are looking for a quick and easy update...you might want to check out the photo albums on Facebook.  Better yet, shoot me an email.  But this blog is meant to make you laugh, cry, smile, scream...all with the click of a button!

Happy Reading.

it's a family affair...

The Waddell/Meadows Family Shower (8/2/2009) was wonderful!  So many fantastic things were brought for Sweet Caroline...we need a bigger house!!!!  Diapers, teethers, onesies, outfits, pac-n-play, bouncers, books galore...I don't know where to put everything!!  It was great that it wasn't "just girls" but a couples shower where everyone was there to celebrate Caroline's arrival.  BJ had a fun time opening presents (he hasn't had a chance, yet) including a special "Dad Bag" that contained lots of spirit wear for Caroline for all the teams he supports...now she will be dressed and ready to cheer along with him!!

A special shout out to cousins Kristina & April for putting together all the food!  It was wonderful...not too much longer and Caroline will be here!

Breast feeding Class...

...or as Daddy would say, "Boobie Class."

Today, we spent 3.5 hours in a breastfeeding class.  I am not so sure that it was overly informative seeing as I have read 2 breast feeding books, several articles, watched a video, and live next door to my own captain of the LeLache League :).  Pretty much, I could have told all those people all that information...but perhaps it will be most useful when put into practice once Caroline gets here.

It was, however, humorous to watch BJ be completely uncomfortable.  He says he supports breast feeding because it is the cheaper alternative...whatever.  I'm not necessarily sure he has an opinion one way or another.  I do know he is totally tired of talking about, looking at, and learning about breasts...a feat I never thought would be accomplished.  Neighbor Brett said that in the end, we'll find it helpful because BJ will have a better understanding of what to expect and how to support the breast feeding endeavor.  Hopefully, this is true.  If not, I'll never live this one down! :)