The Universe is Mocking Me

Okay, so it’s been a month since our pregnancy announcement and also a month since my last post, which means an update on Bobblehead Baby 3.0 (Bob for short) is long overdue.

First the good news, we’ve had our 12-week ultrasound and everything is looking good so far. Heartbeat is strong, Baby has all limbs attached, etc. They say it’s too early to tell whether it’s a boy or a girl, but I’m pretty sure it’s a boy. I mean, just look at this kid chillin’ like a villain…Feet propped up, arms flung back behind the head, not a care in the world… yeah, it’s either a boy or a really laid back girl, and either one would be a change around here.

Now on to the bad news, which really isn’t bad news for anyone but me, and that is that this has been the toughest first trimester that I’ve had out of the three kiddos. With Alethea I had sporadic bouts of nausea and with Lydia I had none at all. This kid has had me feeling the the flu is constantly coming on.

It does seem to be easing up a bit. I’m 15-weeks along tomorrow, so I’m hoping it will go away completely soon. But as of this moment, I will continue to drink my sparkling water and eat my high-carb diet. Which brings me to the title of this post.

So this morning I went to the fridge to get out my morning bottle of sparkling water (because, for whatever reason, tap water makes the nausea worse, go figure). I unscrew the cap and water comes gushing out of the bottle, all over the floor. I set the bottle down on the counter, grab a paper towel and then glance back at the bottle, and this is what I see…

I kid you not, this is an untouched photo…

Not staged, I did not do this on my own…

Photographic proof that the universe finds my morning sickness amusing…

Are you ready for this….?


Yeah, yeah… thanks Water Bottle, real funny…


As has become our annual tradition, I, along with my mother and mother-in-law, carved the kiddos’ pumpkins in their requested designs.

As you might have guessed, this one is for Alethea, who asked for another Clifford the Big Red Dog pumpkin “just like last year“. This one was tricky since unlike last year, I didn’t have an actual pumpkin pattern to follow and our printer is broken so I couldn’t even work with a computer print-out. So, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’m rather proud of myself for doing a pencil and paper sketch and then transferring it to the pumpkin.

As predicted, Alethea (and her stuffed Clifford) were both quite pleased with the end result.

This pumpkin is for Lydia. When I asked her what she wanted on her pumpkin, she said, “Candy!” I have a feeling she was imagining something she could actually eat, but she seemed to like the candy carvings pretty well too.

So that’s the tale of two punkins and their pumpkins…

And one punkin yet to come…

Surprise! Happy Halloween!

Baby update

We are at the hospital – arrived at 4am this morning. Everything is going smoothly so far. Elise got an epidural around 6am and is taking a nap. It took us 3 days to get to this point when Alethea was born so we are feeling good.


In Labor

Contractions suddenly started right as I was going to bed around midnight.

Currently 2:49am – haven’t been able to sleep, but am grateful that it appears I won’t have to be induced after all.  Planning on heading to the hospital as soon as we get loaded up.  I just wish I could stop shivering.  Taking a queen size down comforter in the car seems a bit impractical though…

On My Mind Tonight

So the plan for tomorrow is to call the hospital at 6am and they will tell us what to do.  Apparently there are three possibilities from there: 1) They say “Come on in right away” 2) They say “Come in at X o’clock” or 3) They say “Sorry, we had a sudden influx of women whose bodies actually go into labor on their own and so we can’t accommodate you today.”

Either of the first options is fine with me.  The third one would feel like the universe playing some sort of cosmic joke… and it really wouldn’t be funny.

At least I feel ready though.  Not that I don’t have things I could still do (there’s always something!), but I’m pretty sure I’ve done everything that is truly necessary to prepare for tomorrow.  My bag is packed, Peter’s sister Leah is staying over tonight so that we can leave early in the morning if we need to, there are a few meals ready to go in the freezer for after I get home, we have diapers and supplies waiting in the nursery and the house as a whole has probably never been cleaner than it is at this very moment.

So here are the last things weighing on my mind tonight and if anyone wants to say a prayer about these, I’d sure appreciate it:

1) Alethea – I really don’t know how she’ll do with me being away for a few days or with the baby’s arrival.  I hope she likes her and isn’t too mad at me!

2) My Cold – I’ve had a persistent cold for the past few days and I’m a little nervous because it feels like it is turning into a sinus infection, which is definitely possible, since I’m prone to those.

3) A Long Delivery – I’m beginning to realize how much I had my heart set on the ‘it will be easier the second time around’ theory.  Of course, even with a scheduled induction, things can still be far simpler than they were with Alethea, but now that induction day is almost here, I’m getting anxious.  Let’s face it, I’m sort of a wuss when it comes to pain.

Despite these worries, I want to let you all know how much I’ve appreciated all the phone calls, texts, e-mails and blog comments I’ve gotten over the past few days.  I feel very loved and supported and that makes a world of difference!

Either Peter or I will be posting from the hospital tomorrow (assuming we don’t get turned away), so come back for more updates!

1 Hour Until Due Date

I’m feeling a little guilty here.  It is only one hour until Baby B’s due date and only 25 hours until her scheduled induction date.  Did I jump the gun?  Should I have given her a little more time to come on her own?  Honestly, I’d much rather go into labor naturally, but the fear of going way overdue and having to push out another 10lb child is overruling every other feeling at the moment.  I’m trying to tell myself that it will all work out in the end either way, but somehow pushing my child into something she’s not ready for seems like a terribly mean way to start out her little life.

In any case, I am sort of glad she didn’t come early.  Sure the tax deduction would have been nice, but I’ve gotten so much done in the last week and a half: laundry, house cleaning, Christmas cards, receipt sorting for taxes, Christmas decorations put away, more house cleaning and lots more laundry!  I even got the load of baby woolens washed.  (We have a ‘wool’ setting on our washer, which makes me feel like I ought to do the wool things by themselves, but when do I ever have a whole load of wool clothes to wash?)  Which brings me to Alethea’s funny moment of the day…

I kept telling Alethea that the little hand-knit wool hats, mittens and sweaters on the drying rack were ‘for the baby’, but apparently she didn’t quite get the message.  I was in my closet hanging up some clean clothes when around the corner comes Alethea in a yarmulke, or at least that’s what I thought it was until I took a second to realize she had adorned herself with one of the baby hats and it didn’t come anywhere close to covering her cute bobble head.  I got quite a good laugh from that one, but unfortunately she took it off before I could get a picture to share the moment with you all!

Well, I suppose I should get to bed here.  I have an early morning appointment with the midwives.  Who knows though, maybe I’ll go into labor in the middle of the night and then I won’t have to worry about going to the appointment or feeling guilty about scheduling an induction at 40 weeks.  One can always hope, right?

A Very Clean House

My goal for this week was to have a baby.  Thus far, I have not accomplished my goal.

However, my secondary goal was that for every day I didn’t have a baby, I would get lots done around the house so that A) I would stay on my feet and hopefully accomplish my primary goal, and B) even if I wasn’t successful in inducing labor, I would at least have less to do once the baby does arrive.

So, no baby here, but I do have a pretty clean house, my hospital bag is packed, Christmas cards are almost ready to be mailed, I shoveled a wide path from our back patio door across the deck out to the grill, and I recruited Peter to help me with a variety of small projects around the house.  Yesterday, we hung up the candle holders he gave me for Christmas.  They look fantastic in the dining room above the buffet:

Eventually I’d like to get a mirror to go between them, but for the time being, we went with what we had, which was the School of Athens print that Peter brought me from the Vatican Museum during his trip there when we were in college.

It really feels good to have gotten so much done and also nice to to know that there is a deadline for everything.  My midwife called and let me know that they were able to schedule my inducement for next Wednesday, January 5th.  Of course, the baby could still come on her own before then, but one way or another, the end is in sight!

39 Week Check-up

Went to see the midwives today.  I am now “definitely two centimeters.”  The baby has dropped some from last week and my cervix “is favorable”.  According to my midwife, all I need now is some good steady contractions and this baby should be on her way.

I’m off to shovel three feet of snow off the back deck…

Stay tuned.