We've Been Busy!

Things have been crazy.

T's parents spent four days with us.  Pat and Eddie helped us so much.  Genevieve is steadily growing and gaining weight.  

Rob and Meg were joined in wedded bliss last night.

Here's a sneak peek.

Nothing like pumping and then pouring oneself back into a bridesmaid dress!

Lady G stayed at home with two babysitters.  My dear friend Whitney took the 3-8 p.m. shift.  Then Meg took her from 8-11 p.m.  

I felt pretty secure having my principal keep her and then a doctor.  They know a lot about babies.

Genevieve cooperated, thank goodness.

T and I lived it up during our first night out after our baby.

I also sent out birth announcements.  

This is short and not that funny, but I wanted to update my loyal followers.

Marty Anne, I'm talking to you.

Shelli, you too.

Speaking of Marty Anne, she had the best text ever to my sister, Katie, who lives in the smallest town in Tennessee.

It went something like this-

"Katie, since you got out of this one horse town for the weekend, go ahead and get those brows done."

What a subtle way to tell her she has a unibrow.

Love it.

Week 1

We came home from the hospital after 4 nights, due to a little jaunt with jaundice.

My baby was yellow.  

Not good.

She had to stay under the incredibly bright lights, like she was in a tanning bed.

I assured her that she wasn't Carol Ann, so she need not stay away from the light.

We loaded up and were scared out of our minds to take her home.

Thank God Jane was there, although I don't have any pictures of her with the baby.

Yaya was a God send.

She has talked me off the ledge numerous times since Tuesday afternoon.  It seems newborns are challenging.

And by challenging, I mean, cry your eyes out and pull out your own hair trying to figure out what's wrong with your baby challenging.  

Marinda came to visit.

We had our first trip to the pediatrician.

Starbucks was needed.

Those are two sleep deprived, aged parents, right there.

Look at our tired eyes.

Pitiful.

Cankles are gone.

I'm quite thrilled about that.

Mom got out her camera and took a few photos.

Our regular ridiculousness has now been full of baby ridiculousness.

On Thursday evening, Robeghan came over for some delicious dinner prepared for us by YaYa.

Robby grabbed Trinity's iPad and started to google something.  Trinity's history came up.

Robby started laughing hysterically.

His recent searches were as follows:

my little lamb swing

baby hiccups

constipation post pregnancy

breast feeding

college football rankings

jaundice cause

how to swaddle a baby

Bose radio

my baby jumps at loud noises

We are hanging in there after one full week with our daughter, who is beyond precious to us.

T's mom comes this week!

I can't wait for more help.

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.