I have a problem

A baby-wearing problem. To be more specific I have a problem with buying carriers, in that I want them ALL. I seriously think this just stems from a horrible shopping addiction I have which has translated into buying things for Liam since I don't fit into any nice clothes yet and have no time for makeup.

Anyways, I had heard of baby-wearing addicts who bought carrier after carrier, and I always thought, why in the hell would you buy more than one?? And here I am. The carrier pictured at left is carrier number four (it's a Baby K'Tan if you're wondering). I also have a sling, Moby wrap, and Ergo. My reasoning? They are all good for different situations. Mike thinks I'm frigging nuts. I want more: ring slings, becos, and mai teis, oh my! Gah, somebody stop me!!

Madly in love

How is possible to love another human being so much? Liam is hands down the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never thought of myself as much of a baby person, but I am madly in love with this little guy. Every time he smiles at me I literally want to burst with happiness. It's crazy, I honestly had no idea that motherhood would affect me this way!

Yes, I get annoyed with him when he won't stop screaming for no apparent reason, but the good times erase the bad and then some. Look at that face, God he's cute!!!

Liam Albert Wilson

I'm sure anyone reading this already knows, but our darling little babe is here! Here's his birth story:

Liam Albert Wilson arrived on April 16 at 7:28 pm weighing in at 8 pounds 11 oz and perfect as can be. We're madly in love, and I'm still in awe that this little man is mine.

I woke up on Tues morning at 5am with mild contractions, but they were all in my back so I wasn't really sure what was going on. Over the day they started to get more intense, so I used a lot of my hypnobirthing techniques and hung out on my birth ball and in the shower. By 7pm they were 4 minutes apart and well over a minute in length so we headed to the hospital. When we got there they checked me and I was almost 6cm which I was thrilled about, and we stayed. Over the next several hours I hung out in the shower and worked though contractions.

She checked me at midnight and I was 7cm, we all thought the babe would be born by the time my mid-wife was off, at 9am. Four hours later I was still 7cm. She suggested breaking my water, which I really didn't want to do so we decided to wait a while longer. By 6am I was still 7cm and exhausted after 25 hours of labour so I agreed to the breakage of water. After she did the contractions sped up and became incredibly intense, he was at a bit of an angle so it was all back labour and pretty much sucked. I was too tired to deal with it anymore so I got an IV of some drug, I don't even remember what it was, but it made me feel loopy and a bit dizzy and didn't do a lot for the back pain.

She checked me again just before 9am and I was still 7cm (I thought I was going to lose my mind by this point) so I decided to get an epidural. Afterwards I was able to rest a bit before noon, which is when I was finally 10cm and able to start pushing. 4.5 hours later of intense pushing I was told that the baby had barely moved down and his head was far too big to fit though my narrow pelvis. I had a good cry and agreed to the c-section.

The c-section itself was pretty bad, I had a spotty epidural and I could feel part of the surgery (mostly after Liam was born). The moment they took him out and I heard him cry was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced, even though I had yet to see him I knew that he was here and okay and I really got my baby this time.

I can't believe how smitten we are, and how amazing he is. I could stare into his eyes forever.

Quick update

There basically isn't one. I'm now 41 weeks, with no sign of baby. It's hot here today, we have no a/c, and I have Shrek feet. Please come out little baby!!

Yup, I'm still pregnant

The due date has come and gone, and no baby, no signs, nada. I'm still feeling pretty good, although the vile woman who asked me Friday if I was having twins has not helped my mood. Jeez lady, my kid probably weighs over eight pounds by now, of course I'm going to have a big belly. I seriously wanted to punch her in the face, I mean, who says that?? Gah, people are so rude. I swear if I get one more asshat comment I'm going to fucking lose it.

Anyways, I really feel like I'm going to be pregnant forever but I know that's not the case. I have an OB appointment tomorrow so hopefully he'll give me some good news. I just want to meet my little guy!

The last (hopefully) belly pic

There you have it, my 39 week belly. My doctor guessed the little man's weight at about 7 3/4 pounds today, which is great. He's doing really well in there, so no real rush to get him out, other than my desire to be able to touch my toes again. I suspect he's in there for the long haul, I just hope he vacates before my 41 week appointment, because that's when they start talking induction and I just don't want to head down that road. Otherwise I'm feeling great for the most part, awkwardness aside.

Yawn

What am I doing up at 4:30am you might ask? Apparently that's my body getting ready to take care of the babe. And so I can't sleep more than two hours in a row and I find myself wide awake in the middle of the night. That and Mike has recently taken up snoring. Hurrah.

Behold... The Belly!