Last weekend I had the privilege of shooting maternity photos for my old college roommate, Bobbie. This woman is a saint. Seriously. She lived with me for 3 years, and put up with my messy, messy ways. We didn’t have a dishwasher in the house and I was notorious for letting dishes pile up in the sink. NOTORIOUS, I tell you.

There was one thing that we both were terrible at….killing roaches. I remember one evening we saw a roach in the dinning room and we both freaked, but we had to kill the thing, right? I mean if we let the thing live it could crawl into our rooms at night and do terrible roachy thing to us. So for a solid 15 minutes we chased this bug around the dinning room trying to kill the dang thing. We missed….a lot. Hence, the 15 minutes bug chase.

Okay, enough about roaches and my sub-par cleaning skills. Back to Bobbie. Bobbie is married to Joe, and they have a beautiful daughter Brooklyn. Brooklyn was the flower girl in our wedding. She was to cute, and full of personality. Did I mention Brooklyn has the most beautiful head of blond hair you will ever see on a child? Cuz she does. So without further adieu, here is Bobbie in all her pregnancy glory.

I just love this shot, because it showcases Brooklyn’s personality.

This shot of Joe and Bobbie was totally candid. I was testing for light at the time, and just happened to capture this hysterical moment between these two.

These next few are in the nursery. I just loved the nursery. It was so bright and cheery. The yellow bumper just screamed happiness.

How adorbs is this family?

The pic on the right, where Joe is the only one looking at the camera, cracks me up. The look on his face is what I imagine will be there often. They are having a second little girl. I think dad’s in a house full of women often find a special little happy place in their heads when the estrogen levels peak.

I just had to shoot in front of this fence. The huge slats of wood were just begging to photographed.

Okay, this is another one of my favorites. Maybe my favorite. I love how Brooklyn is the only face in the shot yet it also focuses on mom and dad….and the belly.

Bobbie is due on December 24th, but you can barely tell the girl is preggo. I mean besides the belly there are no other indicators. Wanna hear something just a little bit crazy? Bobbie’s sister-in-law is due the day after Bobbie. Talk about a very Merry Christmas for Grandma.

Labor & Delivery :: Part 1

Labor & Delivery :: Part 2

Labor & Delivery :: Part 3

So, it’s 11pm, I’m 9cm dilated, and the kid finally dropped.  Way to wait till the last possible moment.  My kid seems to be a procrastinator…just like his momma.

Things were really starting to move.  I can’t remember if my mom was in the room at this point, but I know my man was.  He was so wonderful through my labor.  It wasn’t the most difficult labor (hats off to my friend Mr. Epidural), but I’m sure I had my moments of not-so-pleasantness.  Although, he should be use to my fussy spells after 5 years.

The nurse checks me one last time just before midnight.  If I could move and/or feel my legs I would have danced a little jig.  I was 10cm dilated and ready to push, or in my view….Ready To Eat!

I was so ready to eat that I thought I would be a little proactive while the nurse started preparing the room for delivery.  Sitting in my bed, I began to push ever so slightly.  All I could think is that this could go on for hours too.  That was the last thing I wanted to happen.  Mama needs her some chicken nuggets.  I know I was bad for doing that, but I was sooooo hungry.  Not to mention I was  barely pushing.  It just made me feel a tiny bit better.

Finally, the real pushing began.  Up came the stirrups, and in went my legs.  Let me remind you that I have an internal contraction monitor at this point.  For whatever reason it wasn’t working.  I think it got pushed out.  Wait!  Let me rewind a few minutes.  The internal contraction monitor was working for the first 10 minutes or so, but due to my awesome pushing skills I think it got dislodged.  Oops!

So, I’m pushing, I’m pushing, I’m pushing, and then I’m not because the monitor stops showing contractions.  At this point we realize that the monitor isn’t doing it’s job, so we went Old School.  The next 20 minutes I had to feel my stomach for tightness, tell the nurse, and then  start pushing. Since I was constantly pushing on my tummy to feel for tightness I noticed that I mainly felt the contractions on the right side of my stomach.  That doesn’t have any other merit in this story except that I felt like mentioning it.

I began feeling a tad queezy due to all the pushing, so my nurse once again hooked me up with an oxygen mask.  That makes twice during my labor I’ve been put on oxygen.  I don’t know what they charge you at the hospital for oxygen, but I’m sure it’s something like $500/minute.  People it’s air!  Are you seriously charging me for air?

My nurse noticed I was feeling a bit warm and thought that I was running a fever.  So, she took my temp and all was normal.  She was worried with me being warm (or possibly feverish) that the baby might be running a fever too.  That would be bad.

By the way, not being able to move and feel your legs is the strangest thing.  They don’t really feel heavy, but they did feel much larger than normal.  When I would grab them to begin pushing I don’t remember them ever feeling quite so plump.

For me, time flew by when I was pushing.  At this point I was no longer thinking about food.  FINALLY!  I was focused on the task at hand.  I’ve heard that even with an epidural you still feel the pressure to push, but I sure didn’t.  I don’t know.  Maybe I did.  Maybe I was just so excited that it was finally time to meet the new love of my life that I completely over looked it.

So there I was, Derek standing to my left holding my leg, and my head. The nurse to the front, ready to catch the football I was about to hike to her, and then she tells me to stop.  With an excited look on her face, and a huge smile on Derek’s I stop the pushing.  I remember asking Derek if he could see the head.  He could, and then he told me he sees hair too.  I remember trying to use the mirror in the bathroom to see what was going on down there, but it was too far away.  For some reason my room didn’t seem to have one of those “see everything in all it’s glory” mirrors.  Before I went into labor I swore that no one, but the doctors and nurses should ever have to look at what’s happening down there during delivery.  When it’s happening to you, you can’t help but be a bit curious.

The nurse tells me to stop pushing. I was crowning!  At this point Derek and I are both amazed that it has come to this point so quick.  I was certain that I would be pushing for a while longer.  I mean it has been what like 20 – 25 minutes?  I had a decent little labor.  Not to say that it was a long labor, because believe you, me I feel for those ladies who hang in there for 24 hrs plus. Those women are my heroes.

Minutes later the doctor and her team of helpers arrived.  I never realized the set-up that goes into delivering a baby.  Geez.  It’s a whole production.  It freakin’ looks like they are about to preform a C-section right there on the spot.  They had buckets for catching stuff, needles for sewing, clamps for clamping, and scissors for scissoring.

The doc asks for one more big push and…..Ta Da!!!!!  At 12:36am my new best friend was born.

He gave out one little wimpy cry.  The doctor laughs and says “Well, you can do better than that.”  She drys him off and sucks the nasty out of his throat and he showed us what he really had.  The doctor referred to him as a juicy baby.  I guess that’s when the baby doesn’t get all that fluid pushed out of their lungs during delivery.

This was it, I was officially a mother.  I created life.  Wow.  At that exact moment I thought I would be experiencing something totally different than what came over me.  I thought that just like in the movies I would start crying along with my new teeny tiny baby, but I didn’t.  I just gazed at him.  I was in awe of how perfect he looked.  I really couldn’t believe what just happened.  He was perfect.  And tan.  That tan turned out just to be a slight case of Jaundice.

Just then the doctor says, “You’ve got yourself one good looking baby.” And Derek replies, “Well, all new babies are cute, right?”  The doc replied with a chuckle and a NO.  She said, “You guys really DO have a good looking baby.”

Then the magic happened.  I held my baby for the first time.  It isn’t exactly how I pictured it.  I figured that there would be tears involved.  I mean come on people, I cried during my wedding vows.  I got so choked up during my vows people thought I was about to make a run for it.  But alas, when I met my 1st born my eyes were dry.  I mean there was the warm gooey feeling in my heart and a huge smile on my face, but no tears.  Derek neither.  I’m pretty sure it had to do with total and utter shock.  Even without tears it was a perfect moment.

Since they thought I had a fever during the delivery they checked my little man out during baby inspection time, and found that his temp was a tad elevated.  That means the neonatal team was called down to check on him.  Luckily his temp regulated.  They hooked my man up with a little bit of oxygen too (another $500 I’m sure).

I made the mistake of looking down when the doc was preparing to “sew things up”, and accidentally saw the needle. BIG MISTAKE!  HUGE MISTAKE!  Thank God for epidurals.  Let’s just say I quickly turned my head away and focused on the new kid in the room.

Grayson came out a healthy 8lbs 6oz, and measuring a full 21 inches.  Hence the sewing going on down there.

I nursed for the 1st time, and then the visitors came pouring in.

Popeye!!!

It was almost 2am and we had family and friends galore waiting to meet sweet little Grayson.

Later in the day more friends stopped by to visit the little guy.

Here are just some of the gifts we received during our stay.  We are so blessed to have so many people love us.  Thank you all.

Do you see that Edible Bouquet?  I devoured it.  I mean I polished it off in just a few hours.  Thanks Ryan and Sarah.  I think I will now celebrate my son’s birthday each year with one of those bad boys.  Delish!

The next day we packed up and headed home.

Labor & Delivery :: Part 1

Labor & Delivery :: Part 2

Around 2pm my doc came to check my progress and I was still only at 3 cm.  Boo.  If I remember correctly I was at the highest level of pitocin they could give me without putting in an internal contraction monitor.  So in that went too.  At this point I now have an internal fetal heartbeat monitor, an internal contraction monitor, and catheter.

(FYI - the little guys heart rate was fairly steady during the entire delivery)

My contractions were about 2 minutes apart and were plenty strong enough, so they didn’t have to crank up the pitocin.  But, the monitor was in just in case.

At 4:30pm, since the baby wasn’t budging, Angela decided to try a technique called the pretzel.  She said that a nurse at Vanderbilt swears by this technique.  It supposedly helps drop the baby when they are being stubborn little boogers like mine.  For the pretzel, mom lays on her side with her top leg bent and pulled up to her chest, and her lower leg laid out behind her…kind of like the Running Man.

Surprise, surprise….he didn’t drop.  So, now it’s 5:30pm and my tenant is still at a negative 2 station.  And, me…well I had dilated to 5 cm.  Yea me!

7:00pm rolled around, and that meant a shift change in nurses.  I was scared.  My nurses had become like family.  They would do anything for me.  They were more comforting to me during the day than lying on Ed Burns’ bare chest.  Wowza!

I said my goodbyes and prayed for the best.  Well, I must have saved a puppy earlier that day, because luck was on my side.  I got another wonderful nurse.  She was like a comforting older sister.  I don’t have an older sister, but if I did she is what I would want.  The shift change also meant my OB was off rotation, and I would not be delivering with my OB.  He said something about helping his kid with Algebra homework.  Yeah, yeah…good excuse doc.  Being a helpful and loving father.  Oldest excuse in the book. 

At some point in the day, I can’t quite remember when, I requested a bit more in the drug department.  Up until this point I had been able to move my legs, but not after my second epidural cocktail.  My left kept falling of the bed, so that put Derek on leg duty.  I would feel my leg slipping of the edge of the bed, and try as I may I just couldn’t control the dang thing.  That’s when I would call for Derek “The Leg Dude”.

Around 9:00pm I was only 7cm dilated and this kid was still w-a-y up inside me.  Things were not looking good for a vaginal delivery.  One of my main motivations for delivery was the ability to eat.  I hate to say it, but the anticipation of meeting my son was a bit overshadowed by extreme hunger.  I knew this would be the case before I ever got close to my due date.  In the pre-baby classes we took the instructor warned us of not being allowed to eat or drink while in labor.  I cowered in fear of that moment.

I get seriously grouchy when my belly is empty, and it becomes all I can think of … an obsession if you will.

At this point, we began discussing a possible c-section.  I was okay with a c-section.  I started dreaming about food again and asked the obvious question (to me) “If I decided right now to have a c-section can I eat once I get out of surgery?”

“No.  You cannot have solid food for 24 hours after the procedure.”

Let’s just say that did not float my boat.

My nurse told me that I would only be allowed jell-o and chicken broth for those 24 hours.  Boo.  At this point I was Cookie Monster hungry, and was trying to convince myself that Jell-o is somewhat of a solid, and if I ate enough of it I would be full.  Come on Jennifer…don’t be silly.   That’s why they say “there’s always room for Jell-o”, because you never quite get full on the stuff.

We decided to give it another 45 minutes and check on my progress.  Then we would make the call.  As luck would have it, I progressed!  FINALLY!

Around the 9:45pm mark I was at 8cm.  I attempted to take a cat nap until they checked me again at 11pm.  My mom and Derek kept me company in the room while I napped.

They just sat and chatted quietly as I faded in and out of consciousness.  In between my little naps I would have Derek sneak me tiny drinks of water.  The ice chips helped (they had awesome ice…like Sonic), but it just wasn’t enough to keep my hydrated.  So I had my main squeeze occasionally sneak me drinks of water.  They were lifesavers.

Then 11pm rolled around and I was then at 9cm and Grayson finally moved his way down to the starting line.  That kid was way too comfy in there.

Kinda makes you wonder that if I had been pregnant in pioneer times would I and/or the baby make it though labor & delivery?  I mean I was a week over due, induced, pumped full of pitocin (almost maxed out on the amount they were allowed to give me), and the kiddo waited until the very last second to drop.

Labor & Delivery :: Part 4

Labor & Delivery :: Part 1

Once my IV was finally hooked up properly, and I was no longer in fear of passing out it was around 10:00 am.  Within minutes of my IV being hooked up my doc appeared.  He said they were going to break my water to get things moving.  I was surprised that he was going to break my water so early into my labor, but I guess when you are kicking out an overdue tenant you have to be as forceful as possible.

My doc 1st attempted to brake my bag of waters with whatever that plastic hook thingy is called, but I swear this kid was working some sort of voodoo from inside the womb.  He did not want to come out.  He was buying all the time he could afford.

My doc couldn’t break my water with the hook.  Let’s just say the pressure going on up in there during this process was more severe than being licked by a litter of puppies.  Since the hook thing-a-ma-doodle didn’t do the job; my doc had to resort to breaking my water with the internal fetal monitor.  You know that tube they stick up your who-ha that screws into the baby’s head.  Yikes!  That meant no external fetal monitor, so that was nice.  I would like to say here and now that laying in a bed after having your water broken is the most unpleasant and disgusting feeling EVER.  Ewwwww.  I had Paige, my nurse, changing my towels constantly.  I don’t like feeling icky.

My pitocin drip was started just after my water was gushing all over the place, and within minutes the line was clogged.  Just one more thing to slow down this day.  Like I said, Grayson was doing whatever he could to stay inside me.

It took until about 11:15 am for me to begin feeling any sort of contractions.  The nurse was so amazed by this that she had already cranked up my pitocin dosage.  Woo Hoo for me.  Speaking of my nurse…I had two.  Paige and Angela. They were amazing.  Paige was right around my age and was a blast to talk to, and Angela was a woman around my mom’s age and treated my like her own daughter.

I was told to hold out as long as I could for my epidural, because epidurals are known to slow the progress of labor.  When I finally began feeling contractions they weren’t that bad.  So, I felt that since I didn’t go into labor naturally that I should at least tough out the contractions for a bit. Around 1:15 pm those contractions that I wanted to feel began to make me cry, so I called for the good stuff.

Just as the needle got shoved in my back I had a huge contraction.  Paige and Derek were both amazed that I was able to hold still and/or not cry during the contraction.  I told them that since there was major pain in both my front and back I had to focus on one or the other.  I chose not to get paralyzed by the huge needle Dude was sticking into my back.  I think I made a wise decision.  About 10-20 minutes later the pain was dulling and my mood was perking up.

Lucky for me we had a large L&D room, because family and friends started appearing by the dozens.  I kid you not.  At one point in the day we had well over 12 people other than Derek, the nurse, and me in that room.

All the visitors kept me distracted to a point, but as each hour passed I was becoming more and more hungry.  I tried to soothe the hunger by watching a movie, but it seemed that every scene in the movie involved eating.  I was dying.

Labor & Delivery :: Part 3

Labor & Delivery :: Part 4

We were scheduled to be at the hospital at 7:30am on the morning of August 17th, but the office manager at my OB suggested that we get there a bit early….like 7:00am.  So that is exactly what we did.  Derek and I tend to be early to most things anyway so being early to one of the biggest appointments of our lives was right up our alley.

(side note: you would think that since his parents are punctual that Grayson would follow in our footsteps…we shall see)

We arrived at the hospital at 7:00am and got ourselves all checked in.  The lady at the front desk told us to have a seat, and a nurse would be with us shortly.  Well, that wasn’t so much the truth.  It turns out that the Labor & Delivery ward was SLAMMED.  So, we waited patiently for the 1st hour (8:00am), but as we headed into the second hour of waiting I started to loose it.  Not only was I riding an emotional roller coaster of pregnancy hormones I was getting more and more anxious about my impending induction.  I was fearing that if they got me started too late then that gave me a greater chance of delivering late in the evening and my OB who was on call that day would be gone by the time I delivered.  And that also meant no food for this already hungry lady till way late into the evening.

Since I was being induced I was told not to eat anything after midnight.  So Derek and I went out to eat the night before around seven and stuffed ourselves silly.  I didn’t think of stuffing my face just before midnight, because everyone kept telling me that when you are in labor food will be the last thing on your mind.  Well, I would like to say that statement is totally incorrect.  That is all I thought about…food.  I did have an epidural, so my not feeling pain may have helped me think about my growing hunger.

We were sitting in the main lobby of the maternity ward, and since it was breakfast time EVERYONE was eating breakfast…but not us!  My husband, the kind man that he is, wasn’t eating in support of his starving wife who was about to birth him a child.  Just after I shed my 1st tear due to the stress of waiting now for 1.5 hrs a kind lady walks over and offers us extra sausage biscuits.  We had to refuse.  It was so kind of her, but unknowingly mean.

Finally, at 9:00am we were called back by a nurse.  As the nurse walked us back to our L&D room she explains that they have been extremely busy, and apologizes for the delay.  Luckily, she was extremely kind and that helped smooth over my nerves.

Once in my bed a second nurse came in and attempted to put in my IV.  Did you notice I said ATTEMPTED?  Yep, the chick blew a vein in my wrist.  I am not afraid of needles and if done right I rarely ever feel when they stick me, but this one was different.  Not only did she blow my vein, but since the needle was HUGE it hurt like someone just snapped my wrist in half.  OUCH!!!!  I started feeling light headed, and the room quickly became hot.  Then I got the dizzies.  I told Derek and the stabby, stabby nurse that I felt faint.

Next thing I knew I was waking up from a dream.  It felt like I had been asleep for hours, but when I came to Derek was standing over me.  He told me that I passed out, but only for a second.  Just after I stated that I was feeling faint; my eyelids started fluttering and then my eyes rolled back in my head and I was out cold.  BOOM!

Nurse Stabs-a-Lot looked all panicked and said “that’s never happened before!”  Wow, that really leaves a girl with a ton of confidence in her nursing staff.    Derek said that he began to get a bit scared when my eyes started to roll back in my head.  He’s never seen anything like that before.  And for the first time to be your wife…I can see how that would be extremely scary.  He got a cold, wet cloth and placed it on my forehead.  After 30 minutes, a wet cloth, and an oxygen mask I was feeling better.

Since the 1st vein was busted I was left with a nasty bruise on my wrist.  Check this out….

(This photo doesn’t even do it justice.)

Just then the 1st nurse walked back into the room, and took over.  She located a new, unblown, vein and inserted the IV.  Once the IV was placed properly I was left with this….

Labor & Delivery :: Part 2

Labor & Delivery :: Part 3

Labor & Delivery :: Part 4

8/12/10 :: day 280 (+0)

Well, today is the big day.  D-day (a.k.a. – My Due Date)  No signs of baby yet. Bummer.

(4:09pm)  Today hasn’t been as emotional as I had expected.  I didn’t get much sleep again last night, even with the Tylenol PM I took.  Yes, my doc okayed me taking it.  Around 11:30am I met Derek for lunch at Lenny’s…his favorite place in the world.  Then I took a little shopping trip (for necessities) to Target.  I did a little window shopping.  I thought the air conditioned walking might help kick off some labor, but no.  I left Target with toilet paper, cleaning supplies, but no painful contractions.

I’m still having regular BH contractions, but nothing with pain yet.  Grayson hates the BH’s he gets real mad after they happen and starts kicking and flailing about in there.  Yea, for my internal organs!

When I got home from Target I swept the front porch and trimmed a few bushes.  Nothing too heavy.  Just a little activity to get me moving.  I also did a little house work today.  I vacuumed, dusted, and did a load of laundry.  Now I’m bored again.

8/13/10 :: day 281 (+ 1)

Yep, I’m starting to swell.  Geez that’s awesome. Last night it was my feet and today my hands are puffy.  I can still take off my wedding rings, but it’s a bit of a squeeze.  Last night, exactly at midnight, I got hit with some nasty pain in my back.  I thought FINALLY, THIS IS IT, but after 5-10 minutes it went away.  It was a no go.  Good thing I didn’t wake Derek up over that one.

Since I haven’t been getting a ton of sleep lately Derek offered to sleep on the couch last night.  Don’t worry it’s super comfy.  Well, sleeping in a big empty bed without the sounds of a snoring husband waking me every 30 minutes really helped me catch up on some  much needed sleep.  I didn’t wake up until 12:30pm this afternoon.  Like I said…much needed.

8/14/10 :: day 282 (+2)

Today was a bit rough.  I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night.  I conked out around 1:30am and was awaken by a barfing dog around 5:30am.  Then I couldn’t get back to sleep.  I tried laying back down for a while, but no luck dozing off.  All I could do was think of what needed to be done today.  I played on the computer some, cleaned some floorboard, did a load of laundry, and baked my sweetie some cinnamon rolls @ 7:30am.  I think he enjoyed the early morning surprise…just not so much the early morning part of the surprise.

After the cinnamon rolls I tried one more time to catch some Z’s, but again…no luck.  So at 9:30am Derek and I started our day.  We ventured out of the house into the nasty 100 degree weather.  By the way, the heat index was 112 today.  Ahhhh!  Around 3pm we came back home and I attempted to take me a little nap.  It worked.  I was zonked out, drooling my little heart out, for a solid 2 hours.

8/15/10 :: day 283 (+3)

Well, I was able to sleep last night.  The hubs was a peach and slept @ Sofa City so I could have the bed all to myself.  As much as I prefer having him next to me at night, I’ve gotta start catching some Z’s before this kid gets here.  He shut all the doors to the room and hallway to keep the room completely quite for me.  How sweet is he?  I stayed racked out until noon today.  Minus the occasional potty break.  I mean I AM 10 months pregnant.

We decided to skip church today.  We figure these are our last few days together, just him and I so we both slept in and when I awoke we grabbed some Taco Bell and lounged out the couch just watching movies.  It was wonderful.  Around 5pm we ventured out and went to and Ice Cream Dinner at church.  Yep, we skipped the service, but showed for the FREE ice cream.  Cuz that’s what heathens do.
I’m still having some BH contractions constantly throughout the day, but no real signs of labor still.  It still looks like Tuesday will be the big day.  At least we will be really, really prepared.

8/16/10 :: day 284 (+4)

Wow.  Tomorrow is the big day.  The day I have been waiting on for the past 9 months…more like my whole life.  The day I give birth to my 1st child.  To keep my mind off of this crazy event my mom took me out today for lunch and a day of shopping.  We had a great day.

I think tonight is going to be worse than the night before Christmas, with a side of skydiving for the 1st time.  I say skydiving, because you want this to happen, but you never really know that everything will turn out fine until you feet hit the ground.  Not that I would be crazy enough to jump willingly out of a plane.  But, I imagine that is what would be going through my mind.

The day didn’t start out so wonderful though.  I made myself wake up at 6am with Derek (when he left for work) to ensure that I would fall asleep tonight.  I don’t want to be exhausted tomorrow.  So, my morning was spent a bit groggy, but that wasn’t the bad part.

Just before my mom was about to pick me up I started a load of laundry.  I noticed the water looked a bit brown.  I thought maybe that there was just dirt left in the washer from washing dog towels the day before, so I started a load.  Next, I went to refill the dog’s water bowls and I noticed the water looked a bit brown there too.  I grabbed a white cereal bowl and filled it with water, and yep…it was brown too.  I about lost it.  Just then my mom walked in the door.  Isn’t that something you want to walk into? Your 40 week pregnant daughter on the verge of a melt down because all the water in her house is now brown, just one day away from bringing a newborn home from the hospital.
I had Derek call in and report the issue, and it turns out that down the street they were working on the water lines and I guess mud or something got into the main line.  When my mom and I returned from eating lunch and picking up 4 gallons of drinking water from the grocery store, just in case, the water was back to normal.  Disaster averted.

She and I spent the rest of the day hopping from store to store just killing time.  She shopped I watched.  Not like I can really fit in anything but maternity right now.  We did do some shopping for Grayson today as well.  Even though I felt like I walked a million miles today I am still only having BH contractions.  Nothing painful still.  Oh well, that will definitely change tomorrow.

Derek and I went out on our last meal as a family of two.   We went to our favorite little Taco Shop Swanky’s.  Since I am being induced tomorrow morning I can’t have anything to eat or drink after midnight tonight I pigged out on a huge pile of nachos and two big ‘ole Cokes.  Yummy in my tummy!

I’m quite nervous about what tomorrow will bring, but at the same time I am over the moon that I finally get to meet this tiny person that I have been baking for the past 9 months.  I can’t wait to introduce Grayson to the world.

**** Stay tuned.  The birth story is coming soon. ****

World, I would like to introduce you to my latest creation.

Grayson Davis Davenport

Grayson shot out of me on Wednesday, August 18th at 12:36 in the AM.  He weighed a hefty 8 lbs 6oz, and measured 21 inches long.

And don’t you worry your pretty little faces off.  Labor story to come soon.  I will post as much as I can in the upcoming weeks as we begin to get settled into life with a newborn.

Sneak Peek :: Our 1st night at home…not fun.  Night #2 was amazing.