The truth about delivery....

Well, as many of you might know me and the ATM became parents on Monday, August 13th at 3:26 pm. Our little princess, Dayvey, was born three weeks ahead of schedule. In a way, that's a good thing, because she's 20 inches long and weighs in at 7lbs 4 oz. Can you imagine how much she would've weighed if she stayed in utero for the full three weeks? OMG...let's not imagine.

Okay, so I'm sure many of you want to know all about the magic. And since I love to share, I will. Despite what you might see on TLC or Discovery Health delivery, for me, anyway, wasn't like it's shown on tv. In fact, when my water broke around 6:30 am...me and the ATM were both extremely calm. We weren't frantic running around the room, screaming...nor did the ATM jump in his ride and drive off toward the wild blue yonder to only learn that he'd left the mommy to be standing in the driveway.

Our morning was quite calm. My water broke...I said Uh Oh...the ATM came to my rescue and we both marveled at all of the fluid running down my leg. We immediately started alerting the media...(ie our families), we cleaned up my mess, prepared Korver for the day, and then at the advice of Snoozie and Charlie Bear we lined our car with towels and garbage bags and we were off. During the entire ride, we called and text messaged people and got advice from other mommy's who had been there and done that....Kare Bear and TBarber....and then just chatted with people for distraction. TG for my ladies in Ft. Lauderdale and Aunt Dani.

We got to the hospital, I got my epidural and got to pushing and before we knew it...we became parents. We were excited, scared, and totally, completely in love with our new baby. Despite what I prepared myself for....there was no screaming, yelling, or crying. Although, when the pushing got down and dirty...I did ask the ATM for a mommy mobile and he smiled and prodded me to continue to push. What do you think that means? Do you think there be a signing of a lease in the near future?

Anyway, the most traumatic part of my hospital experience was the hospital food. Thankfully Riddle is right across from a mall. All I know is, meatloaf should never be offered as an entree...and how can a bagel taste so horrible???

The staff at Riddle was absolutely amazing!!! And during times when one wants to be modest or is too embarassed, the wonderful nursing staff at Riddle treaded with caution and jokes and gave me and my baby the best medical care ever.

So sorry if you wanted gory details...as I have none...I was very fortunate....

And now...I'm thrilled to present our little bundle of joy....

Clean Up on Aisle 4

Oh my dear shortcakes, your pregnant leader took an unfortunate spill on Saturday. I stopped over to the local supermarket directly across the street from my house to pick up some kibble for Korver. Well, shortly after picking up his little 5lb bag of yummies, I rounded the corner only to slip and fall to the floor. It happened so fast that I had no idea what on earth had happened. I just knew that I was on the floor. Oh my dears, the tears began to flow because the only thing I could think of was my little angel being tossed all over the place.

Well, most people kept walking and ignored my enormous form sprawled across the floor but one lady was very helpful and ran to my rescue. She immediately alerted the store officials and told them no, her water didn't break, she slipped on this clear fluid on the floor and she needs help...she's pregnant. So this nice lady called my husband who darted over and the officials at the store began taking my claim and calling for an ambulance. Thankfully, they cleaned up the spill and blocked off the area (where during this time I still felt like a zoo animal as people wandered by me in shock, horror, and confusion - some hoping that I would give birth right then and there...how's that for reality tv?)

The ambulance came within minutes and I was loaded onto a stretcher and I was hauled out of the store in no time. The ambulance guys were so funny and nice that I had almost forgot what was going on....I guess that's all a part of their job. To keep me from blubbering like a nut. Once at this nice catholic hospital in the city, the staff kept me calm and checked me out and everything seemed to be on the up and up. Thank goodness...I've never been more scared in my life. Neither had the ATM...and let's just say the ATM does really good in these situations - with his poker face.

So as of right now, everything is fine, most importantly the baby. And I will follow up with my practice on tomorrow to see if they want to see me before my next scheduled appt. on Wednesday.

Oh my dears, please keep my little one in your thoughts.....

Panic and not just at the disco...

Well my little shortcakes, I have received word that I have dialated to two centimeters. While this does mean my pregnancy is nearing it's long, unforgiving stance and my little angel face will be arriving soon. One has to ask, how soon? At this point, I could go in hours or I could continue to languish in this saucy weather for another three weeks. All I know at this point is I want to know what's what. It's like I said, patience is not a quality I possess.

I want to know when she's coming and exactly what time so I can make sure my hair is done, my eyebrows are waxed, and that my pedicure is still in tact so she won't be frightened when she meets me for the first time. (That's a shout out to my lovely co-worker Chris for deciding it's best to treat the mama to be - the baby will get plenty of attention) But something tells me, no one is going to give me an answer...the only person that knows when it'll be time for me to push is my little girl and I think my little girl is finally going to teach me the importance of patience.

I guess this is her way of truly de-throning me...

If only I had stayed awake during math class...

What to say, oh what to say? Well my sugary peeps, it's been a long time since my last post and I truly apologize. It's just the last nine months have been a blur to me. Yep, that's right...nine months. It seems my dears that someone drank the Kool-Aid and lost the ability to carry the one and lo and behold I'm now down to the last weeks of carrying the next People's Princess. Yes, I know, that's a large title, for my wee little one...but I've got high hopes for this little bun in the oven.

So, at the urging of my public, I've decided to start blogging again. I can't promise that the blog will be about cupcakes and cookies, but it will be about sugar and spice and everything nice and everything you did and didn't want to know about motherhood and the perils of getting to it. It's been an interesting couple of months my Jelly Belly's and life is just about to get sweeter and more unpredicatble...stay tuned....

Oh and I know you love pictures!!!
So this is what I'm looking like pregnant (this was back in May when my in-laws got this crazy idea to take us all out of the country for some R&R)....please keep all comments to yourself! There have been some rough days, with dealing with one's appearance. Just ask the ATM what it's like to stand outside of Mimi Maternity listening to your baby's mama cry about what the h happened to her body.