Reese's Hospital Pictures

I'll update with a better blog when I have some more time, but for now you can check out the web album that includes all the pictures from the hospital, un-edited and un-cut.

Click on the Album Below

Reese In The Hospital

A Sneak Peek of "Reese the New Baby"

I have a little bit of time this morning and wanted to let everyone see my beautiful little baby girl. I would have just rushed to the hospital but the practical side of me thought that I should have some breakfast at home since I would have to buy it at the hospital. But here is a sneak peek of what's to come.

Anna wishing I would put the camera away and yes she did get an epidural.

Grandpa Heath, cousin Lily, and, drum roll, Reese!

Before the evil first bath.

Last Day

I normally take Wednesdays off of work. This is the time that I make my prenatal appointments, run errands, catch up on sleep and do otherwise somewhat productive things.

This particular Wednesday I was taking a quick snooze on the couch right before my doctor's appointment when the phone rang. It was Will wondering if I would be okay with him joining me for my doctor's visit. I said that I would love to have him along and stopped by work to pick him up on the way. Coincidentally, turns out that was a really good thing.

After the doctor checked me (in that unpleasant way that pregnant woman get checked), he gave me three options: 1. Do nothing and wait for nature to take it's course. 2. Be induced tomorrow at the hospital that I wanted to have my baby at. 3. Be induced next week at a different hospital.

I was shocked. Last week the doctor told me it would be a while yet. And, while my husband has diligently tried to persuade me towards being induced, it was not an option that ever appealed to me in the slightest- until suddenly the choice was dropped in my lap.

Tomorrow. I could be holding my baby tomorrow.

Well, long story short (too late, I know) These are the last pictures of my belly at its biggest. Oh, and if you try calling me today, I probably won't answer my phone.

I know that a picture of the back is not a common pregnancy picture, but everyone kept telling me how I didn't look pregnant at all from the back. The thought hadn't occured to me that this wasn't the case for every woman.

Side view

Front.

In Case You Were Wondering.

I'm still pregnant. The doctor told me last week that he expects the baby to come in ten days to two weeks. We're pushing September.

It's A Date

Will and I decided that we needed to do some fun things together just the two of us before our lives are changed forever. We decided that a trip to Thanksgiving Point would be just the ticket. It, in fact, was a somewhat expensive ticket, but the gardens were beautiful. We decided to save the farm animal experience for another day.

I was hoping that maybe all the walking around would help start labor but, let's be honest, I doubt we would have stopped to look at the waterfalls if that had happened.

In the Secret Garden

At the falls

Together in the Secret Garden

At the pond

Oh yeah, and we were totally color coordinated that day.

And there were fish.

PB&J

Our peanut butter ran out at the same time as our jelly. That's right, both jars gave up their last dregs to the same sandwich. I think that, though one wouldn't think that hard about it, this occurrence is a rare anomaly. It's got to be a sign or something. Anyone know any good peanut butter or jelly lore and could help me figure out what this means?

I Wonder If She Sees The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Reese's due date is at the end of the month.  This month.  I think it's officially somewhere between the 27th and 29th of August, but it changed enough and I'm absent-minded enough that I don't know for sure.  But, just like most all pregnant women, I'm getting anxious for her to come, and getting very, very tired of being pregnant.  I think it's really fun to watch Reese wiggle around, but I keep reminding her that if it's more space to move that she wants, there's one sure-fire way to get it....

I tried some dancing and I think it induced a contraction.  Unfortunately, it was the Braxton-Hicks-not-really-in-labor-but-still-hurts kind.  We'll keep working on that.