As most of my readers come from my Facebook links, you all know that we welcomed Mac to the family on February 5. And yes, she has my last name.
I’m finally able to post some pictures and a G rated version of her birth story. Mac is thinking you might enjoy hearing her entrance into the world.
I am officially two days away from my due date and everyone wants to know how I’m feeling. I sum it up in one word: uncomfortable. One of the midwives I saw was surprised at how short my torso is. Even though baby has dropped, it still manages to take up my entire torso space. I can’t breathe and I still have heartburn, but I also manage to waddle. That’s not supposed to happen.
Today, Andrew and I went to Costco together. Usually he goes by himself, but today I invited myself along because I keep thinking about how each trip could be the last time we do something without a baby along. So we stocked up and I enjoyed the freedom of not having a baby yet.
Shopping Action Shot! Andrew did all of the running around while I pushed the cart and tried not to look like I was going to birth the baby right there in the bakery section.
With saving money in mind, I decided to put my nice camera to good use and try to take some maternity pictures at home. Obviously, I knew that they wouldn’t look as good as if I went to a professional photographer, but I was hoping I could edit them to make them look halfway decent. Hopefully this baby doesn’t come before we get a second try, because otherwise we will be stuck with these.
I know the belly is what we want in the picture, but apparently Andrew was willing to sacrifice the top of my head instead of backing up a few steps.
I figured that maybe Andrew could zoom in on the belly while I was on the phone with my mother. Instead I got a full body shot with an excited Ralph running through.
Yes, the fetus and I are so large now that we tower over the tree in this artsy shot by Andrew. Next stop, climbing a skyscraper in a pregnant rage over not being able to find French Toast Crunch in stores yet.
I have had a great time looking through old Christmas pictures, so I figured I’d share a couple.
The first Christmas that Andrew and I were dating there was a huge snowstorm, so we didn’t even get to spend it together. Instead, me and my teenage siblings made snowmen in the front yard. It was obviously hard work.
I just wanted to show that I have a super cool sister.
My boys like to spend quality time together.
In the meantime I struggled with the SD card reader and tried to get pictures for a different post about our weekend events. But today, technology is smarter than me so that will have to wait.
Today, Ralph took one of his nightmare trips to the groomer. He shakes the entire ride over and acts like we are driving him to his death. But we always request the same groomer (Lisa) because she knows how to handle our little furry monster. According to Lisa, he likes her enough to give her kisses while she trims his face. So his experience must not be that horrible.
I wish Ralph liked the groomer a little more because his breed needs a trim often or he starts to look like a pile of fur. Here is what he looked like this morning:
He could hardly see and his giant ears are were full of tangles. When he put his head down, he didn’t even look like a dog, just a pile of fluff. Don’t get me wrong, he is incredibly cute like this. But he really needs to be able to see obstacles in his path. So after a trip to the doggy spa, we have a tired, but handsome puppy.
I’m just glad to have my baby home. It is so strange to not have him jingle-jangling around the house. And Andrew was the one to drive him to the groomers, so I’m the good guy Ralph will still cuddle with afterwards.