Well, Guess Who is a Mother? Me!!!!

Well, I did it.  I have a baby.  Oh, and she's perfect.  

To prepare, T put in her car seat.

Guess how many advanced degrees it takes to get one of those in the car?

Well, we don't have doctorates, but at least a Master's degree is necessary.

A GED clearly wouldn't cut it.  

Safety engineering was sufficient training after a few minutes of effort!

We slept fairly well the night before and took the final bump picture at 5 a.m. on Friday. 

30 lbs of extra female, ready to roll.  

And boom!

9:30 a.m.

Sweet Trinity meets Genevieve Kate for the first time. 

7 lbs, 6 oz.

21 inches long.

A long skinny noodle, not unlike her father.

Her legs are colt like.

No Polish thighs inherited from her Brunhilda mother, at least not yet.

Here we are, back in our room several hours later.

She was bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Thank you, Morroccanoil.

Thanks to you, my hair held up fairly nicely for all of the work I did.

Which was, by the way, nothing.

Love this happy photo.

All has gone perfectly swimmingly.

The I.V. nurse tried to kill me, I swear.

It was an ugly scene.

Other than that, we've been great. 

She's rather pretty.

Genevieve Kate's information is super important.  I would put this on a trapper keeper if it was 1991 and she was in 7th grade.

Likes:  her hands, her own tongue, dance parties with her father, my boobs and equality for all.

Dislikes:  loud noises, bright lights and Fidel Castro.

Just kidding.  

Mother, your blogging and humor makes me yawn.

You're not as funny as you think. 

She wore her UT gear to watch her daddy coach the Volunteers.

More pictures of visitors and updates to come!

We are truly blessed!

Nursery and kitty wrestling

Hey lady with new camera.  

Watch me launch a self indulgent kitty attack!

Nothing is more ferocious than the Kashmir lean!

All 6.8lbs of her leaning against your leg.

It's lethal.

 Here she goes with the chin squish to the hand.

and she rounds it out with a double rubdown of both the chest and back area.

And SCENE.

Peace out, Jerks.

That's about the extent of interaction that we get.

Good thing we're having a kid.

Cats kinda blow.

Nursery is set up.

We have the glider, Boppy, changing table and dresser and a lovely stink collector in the corner. 

Here you can see the entire room.  

I'm not jazzed about the twin/daybed in there, but T wants another bed in the house since we lost a bedroom when we made one of our 3 into a nursery.

This could help somehow help with guests, he says.

If you come to visit, you get to sleep with our infant.

Lucky you.  

Mother's birthday

My parents came into town for dinner for my mother's birthday.

She is 63.

Exactly 30 years older than her middle child, moi.

We went to Seasons 52, a fairly new restaurant in Indianapolis.

I love it.

Dad sported his usual navy blazer.

Robby wore a lavender Ralph Lauren madras plaid shirt that my dad wore when we were kids.  Robby likes old shite.

I found this to be quite a hoot.

So Li'l Robby was sporting 80s Bob vintage attire for dinner.  

Here Jane is deciding on her mini dessert from the tower of decadence.

Dad has a look of consternation over Robby's shirt. 

I kid. 

In typical Bob fashion, it was Mom's birthday yet we got a present.

Oh, snap!

A fancy ass Canon camera?

Don't mind if I do!

Trinity is holding the lens cap that I tried to lose 4x before we left the restaurant.

He refused to pose with it as a monocle, Mr. Peanut style.

Sometimes he isn't as fun as me.

I have to read the manual, but blog photos will soon be greatly enhanced.  Fewer rabid raccoon eyes in my photos.

Except for Kashmir.

Almost There...

These bump pictures were taken this morning before my final prenatal yoga class.  

I wanted you to see how I can stretch my non maternity yoga tops to new levels.  

We are actually halfway between weeks 38 and 39.

I didn't take my typical picture this week because I've been growing quite irritable lately.

This week was rough.

That giant sciatic nerve has started bothering me, causing me to sporadically drag my left leg behind me.  

By 2:00 p.m. my feet are seriously swollen.

I have one pair of shoes (flip flops) that fit.

My wedding rings are officially retired until further notice.

All in all I'm ready to not be pregnant, but not sure I'm ready to have a baby.

What a lovely sense of limbo.

In exciting news, I won the Summer fitness challenge at my yoga studio.

I got a free month of classes, to be used at least 6 weeks post c section.

I am so thrilled.

I never win anything.

I take that back.  I did once.

I was sent to a conference during my first year of teaching and when I was sitting in this huge hotel ballroom the presenter told us to look under our seats.

We were told to look for a duck sticker.

I had the duck sticker.

I freaked out.  

I ran down to the podium as if Bob Barker had just called my name on the Price is Right.

I jumped up and down.

People were a bit stunned.

I'm not sure what I thought I would receive, but winning was awesome.

I got a puppy dog bulletin board set.

The crummy prize didn't dampen my spirits.

But now I won again.

T is working on the yard.

It is like straw.

He is such a precious and skinny little worker bee!  

We're enjoying our final Saturday as a family of two.

Genevieve will be here very soon.

No Labor on Labor Day Weekend

No labor for me this weekend, thank goodness.

We did some fun things and we worked on some finishing details for baby arrival.

On Friday we watched Tennessee defeat NC State.

Trinity sent heckling text messages to our dear friend Mark, a NC native and die hard Wolf Pack fan.

Derek Dooley rocked his orange pants.

I think he is Trinity's twin.

Just my opinion.

It kinda freaks me out.

On Saturday there was prenatal yoga, GCP for Trinity (Gym, Cafe, Parfait) and lots of napping.

I received this sassy frock in the mail-

for Robeghan's nuptials.

I had to order two sizes.  Time and nursing will tell which one will fit my new physique!

We also ordered T's tuxedo.

I held my tongue as a group of men nearby discussed the possibility of camouflage tuxedo jackets for an outdoor wedding.  

Wouldn't I love to attend such a classy event!

I set up the darling table that my mother painted "zany pink" in the nursery. 

That Jane is talented.

We also became true American consumers by joining Sam's Club this afternoon. 

Trinity was especially impressed with the snack bar options.

He ordered the hot dog combo, including a drink for a piddly $1.50.

We bought diapers.  

They are tiny.

We are scared.

Full Term Time, Fools

Well I've made it to "full term" status.

Woot.

In honor of this amazing new status, I pulled out the sequins to wear to school.

That sweater looks slightly less garish hanging in my closet.

In this photo I look like a contestant for Mrs. Pregnant Indiana.

I even have the shimmery face to go with it.

Well, we've had some developments this week.  

I'll try to put my usual snarky spin on this, but I've actually had some disappointment.

Lady G is not even remotely in the correct position for birthing.  Her head is right up under those besequined mammaries.

She curves around and is laying on her side, with her face and front part of her body facing out towards my right arm.

None of that lovely head down business needed for birthing. 

I knew she was breech at 28 weeks, but I was convinced she had flipped.  I was wrong.  No, that's not possible.  She must have flipped and then flipped back.  I always know what I'm talking about.  

At the Saturday birthday bash, Dr. Megan, BFF and OB extraordinaire, reluctantly agree to push on my stomach at my insistence.  

"Tell me, she's head down!"  I demanded.

After sprawling myself out on my parents' living room floor, Meg palpated my bulbous midsection.  

She wasn't convinced her head was down in the least.

First off, kudos to Meg for indulging me in such ridiculousness.  

"Now have some cake, and check my cervix!"

Okay, I didn't go that far.  That's sarcasm.  Having a dear childhood friend who happens to be an obstetrician makes for a great support system during a first pregnancy.  Love her.

On Monday my doctor could not determine her position either, so I was sent for an ultrasound.  Lo and behold,  Genevieve's  position was determined and it wasn't what I wanted to hear.

So now we have a scheduled c-section.  I now know her birthday, unless she comes earlier.  I am no planner.  I like surprises.  I had visions of yoga breathing and feats of strength.

There shall be none.  

30 minutes in and out and she will be here.

I'm coping with the disappointment, accepting what I cannot change and looking on the bright side. All that matters is that she arrives and is fine.  

She will avoid birth canal-induced cone head.

I shall be chauffeured for two weeks since I can't drive for that long.

My delivery will be as long as it takes me to watch an episode of The New Girl.

Send your prayers and sweet wishes our way.  We are gearing up for some major changes and one seriously big blessing.

T's 36th Birthday Bash and a Fashion Show

Allison, Jamie, Meghan and I went to the swankiest fashion show in town at our local Lululemon.  They were debuting their fall line of overpriced exercise clothing.  We couldn't miss it.  

Remember how much our husbands love it?

That truly might be one of my favorite photos of all time.  Steve, Tim and Trinity in our Lulu wear, joining hands to commemorate crossing the finish line.

Beautiful.

Back to the show-  

It was fun.  I also had San Pelligrino Limonata for the first time in my life.  Delish.

I'm sad I discovered this at the end of my pregnancy.  It could have broken up the liquid boredom that I have experienced with only water and chai tea lattes.  

My gal Erin is one of my favorite instructors.  She is a Lululemon ambassador, and she rocked the runway.  

That is not my big finger in all of these shots.  That would be a bald man.  

I think.  Or maybe just my finger.  

We celebrated another big event recently.

My honey man is 36.  

Actually he will be 36 on Tuesday, August 28th, but we had a soiree for him at my parents' house on Saturday.

Lady G better inherit those bird legs.

My parents framed a poster from our favorite Nashville honky tonk bar, Robert's Western World.  

We've had many wild nights there!

I procured the cake, of course.

I tried to get Murray State on it, but my bakery said they couldn't replicate a trademarked logo.

You know what they can replicate?

Icing that looks like silly string has been squirted all over it.

I wasn't impressed with the decor, but it was delicious.  

T is also wearing his new heart rate watch that I bought him.  All of the cool kids have them.  

This photo truly shows my current size, which is of course, petite.

Megan brought her family over to rock the house.  

Nolan is almost 8 months and is a pretty cool baby.

Meg is one of those mothers who managed to give birth to the same child twice.

Look at how much they resemble each other!  

We knew that we were bringing down the house when Nolan went to work on the Loopdy-Loo accessory.  He knows how to work his jaw.  

Par-tay!

Naturally, Courtney would not be outdone.

Tequila shots!

Here is my final party shot.

Ryan and T are undoubtedly discussing their side jobs as "lords of the land, " and also how birthday parties for those in their mid-late 30s are quite different than they were 15 years ago.

I had a serious cake hangover Sunday morning.

Happy birthday, sweet husband!