48 Hours

I am so excited I can hardly stand it!

Back to Dr. Sermons this morning and while I secretly feared hearing him say the words "lets just give this one more week!", the appointment went anything but like that...

I had a moment of realization last night. Never having been pregnant before, I had NO idea the feeling of impatience that washes over you as you hit your due date. Seriously. Whoa nelly. I was feeling so anxious and ready to have this baby when I stopped dead in my tracks and reminded myself that I am not in control and contrary to my little Type A belief, that is actually a-ok.

Enter huge faith moment. I started to pray for God to take away all of my anxiety and to change my "I-need-to-have-this-baby-right-now-right-this-very-second" attitude. I must have whispered the prayer 20 times before I fell asleep. I whispered it all the way down to Dunwoody this morning and again as I sat in my skibbees and paper towel-sized paper skirt awaiting Dr. Sermons.

What an awesome reminder of what it means to "be still and wait".

In he came and promptly announced that we will be admitted to Northside on Thursday afternoon and welcome our sweet baby boy sometime before Friday.

So there ya have it.

You let go, you let God and the rest is just details.

We are absolutely counting down the minutes until we get to come face to face with Baby Cooper, hold him in our arms, and love him like crazy. What an incredible journey!

Finish Line!

We thought maybe Cooper would make his grand debut on his Daddy and Nana's birthdays yesterday but he informed us that he had no such plans, so instead Chris and I went out for a fabulous dinner at Sia's to celebrate his 32nd birthday. I am such a lucky girl to have such an incredible hubby, truly. We love any good excuse to sample all of the dessert items on the menu, don't you!? That Vanilla Bean Creme Brulee in the middle was absolutely to die for!

In other news, we packed it up this morning and headed out to see Dr. Sermons for the next to last time (but hey who's counting!?). Cooper is healthy and happy and Doc made the call to induce next week (assuming nothing happens sooner).

Wooo! It feels so great to have a date scheduled, even though I am secretly still clinging to the thought that "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans".

As much as induction seems so convenient, I still think going into labor spontaneously between now and then could lend itself to some super fun times and memories! For example, I would really hate to miss seeing Chris spring into action in the middle of the night to make the trip to Northside in Nascar-like fashion. We might just make our way down to Northside burning rubber on two wheels on our planned induction day anyway.

I have decided to spend the next 8 days shopping, sleeping, lounging, and pretty much pretending I am away at the beach.

Happy Birthday Ludi Mae!

Little Miss Ludi Mae Davis~ 6 pounds 14 ounces ~ 19 inches long

Happy, happy birthday sweet Ludi Mae!

You came into this world on Sunday April 18. 2010 at around 10:15am and you are just as precious as you can be! Your mommy and daddy are very proud and tickled pink that you are finally here!

Uncle Chris thinks you look sooo tiny in his arms!Congratulations and many blessings Stephen, Dori, and Ludi! We love you!!!

Pink Party!

What an absolutely perfect girly day!

Abby Knoll and I put on our pink party panties to celebrate our sweet friend Abby (lots of Abbys...don't be confused!) and her sweet Baby Girl who will be joining us in mid June. We had oh so much fun!



Mommy-to-be is most excited to be having a little girl, so Abby and I decided to go a bit nuts with the "think pink" theme. We had so much fun showering her with frilly girl things like:

pink bubblegum ball machines...

and little pink onesies...

and pink gerber daisies...

and pink diaper cakes...

and little pink menus...

We hosted the shower at this sweet little restaurant in Downtown Duluth called Park Cafe. What a darling little place to have a shower! They were more than accommodating and the boy waiters giggled at all of our pinkness.

"My colors aren't pink and pink. They're blush and bashful"

Mommy-to-be got lots of precious little outfits and baby girl goodies and I believe a good time was had by all!

Abby and I have decided to start up our own party planning business and scratch our real-world careers. Seriously, we had so much fun planning and scheming and crafting, we could totally take our show on the road and live happily ever after.

Happy, Happy Baby, Baby Abby girl! We can't wait to meet your sweet bundle of joy! Thank you for letting us shower you with all things pink!

Livin' Large

Here we are 37 weeks and change!

Still pregnant. Very, very pregnant. People have started to giggle when they see me coming. It's quite hilarious. I giggle too. Especially when I get stuck trying to get out of bed or when I pee in my pants from the weight of sweet Cooper.

I have eaten approximately 931 pounds of crushed ice in the last 3 weeks. I eat it by the cup full. All day and all night. Chomp, chomp. The people at QT and Racetrac know me by name. I feel sorry for my co-workers. It must drive them absolutely bananas. Chris has learned to fall asleep to the sound of chomping.

It's been an absolutely glorious ride, but we can't wait to be on the other side of the journey. Truly, I feel like a little kid on Christmas morning times about a gazillion. So stinkin' exciting!!!

Back to the perinatologist tomorrow for him to make the final call on the game plan from here. No other updates really. Just a whole lot of hurry up and waitin' going on :)

Sermonator Updates

Sermonator updates...
Office visit on 3/31/10 @ 35 1/2 weeks: Started the appointment by stepping on the scale, like always. Only notsomuch like always, I bumped into the front of it with my enormous belly and promptly fell off. The personalityless nurse (who we usually secretly hope we don't get) laughed out loud. I think it even cracked her shell because a couple minutes later she actually started a conversation about Easter egg hunts and the Easter bunny. Milestone at the OB office.

Attempt #2 indicated that I now weigh *!& pounds. GOOD HEAVENS.

Into the tiny exam room we went. Beached whale status now official. Sermons walked in and promptly started to giggle. Had he seen my weight!? Did I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe? No. He was laughing at the size of my tummy. Fabulous.

When we started this journey, Sermons kept commenting about how "good pregnancy looked on me" and about how "well I was carrying little Cooper". All of a sudden he has been enlightened that I too, am the size of a small bovine, and have cankles the size of Texas.

He measured. Poked. Proded. (Still 1 cm but now 50% effaced.) Then informed me that, due to the preterm labor roller coaster, he will give me until 37 weeks to have the baby on my own. After that he is leaning towards a c-section. Now, while all along I have had an enormous fear of pushing this baby out like a wild banshee, all of a sudden I have decided that I CAN and WILL have him naturally (read: with epidural). What I don't want, is to have him naturally at 40 weeks, after 4 more weeks of contractions and bowling ball-like pressure. Also when he is approximately the size of a toddler.

A friend commented recently that she feels women often try to "prove their reproductive prowess" by talking about the size of their baby boys. (Sorry Abby--but I found your comment quite thought-provoking.) I just want to clarify that I have no such reproductive prowess (had to google that word) to prove, I am just amazed at how anything goes from the size of an appleseed to a watermelon and at the end of the journey, you are somehow magically prepared to pop it out of you without commenting about how large it has gotten.

So here's hoping that he comes in the next 2-3 weeks, all by himself. Hear that sweet Cooper? Daddy said he will buy you a pony if you are a good boy because he is SO ready to hold you. :)

Working 4 8-hour days now and ABSOLUTELY love love love it. So much more relaxing. What a difference getting home at 5 is from getting home at 7. I think this will be my post-baby schedule as well, and for that, I am tickled pink.

Friday brought about more contractions and some, ahem, other changes that are not appropriate for the blogosphere, so we called Sermons and asked if we could come into the office for him to check on things. "To Northside", he said. SERIOUSLY!? Chris insisted on packing his "go bag" to which I told him "Noooo--you will jinx us!"

So down to Northside we scooted. Initial plan was to stop the contractions again with the injections, but after we got there and saw the strength of them and learned that they are still changing the cervix, Sermons made the call to "let the good times roll". So we got discharged to come home and wait on sweet Cooper. 36 weeks and counting. Could be tomorrow. Could be sometime in late October, when I am approximately 84 weeks pregnant.