Labor Vibes

As you can imagine, I am ready to go at any time now. I'm currently 5 days away from my due date and movement and working (pretty much anything) is hard work and pretty miserable right now. I've gotten lots of suggestions on how to get this baby to emerge, but I have come to terms with the fact that she'll get here when she's ready and not a minute sooner. I'm not sure what is keeping her. It could be the foods I've been subjecting her to lately. Unlike early on in the pregnancy, I've been allowing myself to indulge lately and it's a possibility she likes it. In speaking with her earlier during the pregnancy, I thought that it was clear that I wanted her to vacate the premises no later than the 1st of May. I didn't however get it in writing so, lesson learned. Please everyone send me some labor vibes. Last night, every ache that I had got me thinking I was going into labor until I realized that the pain didn't hurt quite enough to be a contraction. There must be an end in site. She can't stay in there forever. Or can she?

The Devastating Cut

It was a normal April day. Not much had gone on. I was pregnant as usual. My husband was playing golf as usual. My plans after work were to pick up some sweet snacks for cooper, take him to get his hair cut, go to the grocery store, and then if I still felt like it, go to the gym. How was I to know that the day would be cut short by the "Devastating Cut".

I stopped at the Exxon for my ammunition. I got only the essentials (nutter butters, whoppers, oreos, and apple juice). I picked up Coop at school and headed to the Barber Shop. When I got there everything was normal. Men were getting their hair cut, talking about man things, and Cooper was acting like he owned the place. Steve had no idea what he was in for.

I started with the obvious best ammunition. The Whoopers. Cooper got in the chair and Steve attemped to put a cape on him. It was a no go. That was cool. Who needs a cape anyway? It's a lot more difficult to eat your snack with that on. Then he got out the scissors. That is when the chaos began. Cooper began to act as if bats were trying to attack his head. He swung his elbows to the left. Then the right. He had his eyes on those scissors like he thought they may take on a life of their own and attack him. Meanwhile, he was trying to shove as many Whoopers as he could into his mouth. Screaming and ranting and raving wasn't going to keep him from eatting those whoppers. I tried to distract him, but my efforts were not helping. Steve managed to get the mullet under control. Now it was time for the front and around the ears. I suggested we turn the TV to Sponge Bob Square Pants. I thought for sure this would distract him. By this time, I had given up on the ammunition. Cooper was too smart for this though. He managed to watch TV and the scissors at the same time. I had no idea he was so skilled. The only option I had left was to put the child in a full head and arm lock and allow Steve to finish it up. I knew it was going to be hard and that a lot of screaming was going to be involved, but it had to be done. I had run out out of options so I did it. I told Steve to get ready and I went in for the head and arm lock. I was right about the screaming, but in the end he got the cut. I'm not sure what caused the child to hate hair cuts so bad, but I'm thinking that hair cuts are a father/son activity in the future.

The WeeWee Player

It looks as though Cooper has finally destroyed his weewee player. I knew it wouldn't last forever, but who would have thought that it would be this short-lived. One cannot prepare themselves for events like this. I can still remember the moment when I realized it wasn't going to play anymore like it was yesterday. Wait, it was yesterday. Oh well, please take a minute to remember the good times you may have experienced with the weewee player.

WeeWee Player

Dec. 25, 2008 - Apr. 16, 2009

R.I.P.

Last One you're gettin'

I can't believe I'm posting this.

36 Weeks and Counting...

So, I am finally 36 weeks along now. Every move is difficult and everytime I drop something I make an old man grunt sound when I bend over to pick it up. It's scarey, but it's my life now. Lots has been going on. We finally made the big move upstairs. All the rooms are ready and I have to express my utmost respect and gratitude to Modern Antiquity (Cheyne and Kristi Turbyfil) who gave me a lovely shower and an amazing walk-in closet. Cheyne did such an amazing job so if you're ever looking for someone to do custom work on your house please keep them in mind. Enjoy the pics.

More Pics

Only 6 weeks left now!

I know I haven't updated my blog in a while, but I thought I would take the time to inform you guys of my progress as well as post some pics since I "don't post enough pictures." Anyway, things are going well. I had such a great time at the shower. Thanks to all who were able to make it. If you were there, you know that Cooper coined a new term. Cupcakes will now and forevermore be called "party cakes." Ingrid commented that she had never seen a child eat so many party cakes and egg rolls ever. I informed her that for years Asians have been able to put some food down. For instance, the winner of the hot dog eatting contest for years has been an Asian. Asians gots skillz. Even more amazing than that is my mother. Now there is a woman who can put some food away. I hope everyone has a great weekend! Enjoy the pics. Please pay special attention to Cooper's attempt at growing a mustache just like his Uncle Rynee.