F words

Four

frantic

frazzled

floundering

falling, flailing; faltering, failing

feeding

feeding

feeding

fickle feeding

fussy

fussy

fighting

feeding

fat

floppy

frumpy

frustrated

fraught

fragile

friends, food,

forgiveness

Forging.

fumbling, flaky,

feeble

Forging.

frightened

faithful

Forging

forward.

Forever

Family

Four

...five?

-isms

talking about death...

Me: "...but because of what Jesus did, we all get to be alive again after we die."

Lacie: [hands clapped on either side of face] "WHAT?!! No way!!"

Andrea: "Mmmmm. My tongue is overwhelmed with joy and happiness."

Andrea: "Once when I got a shot the doctor gave me a whole roll of stickers after. Do you remember that, Mom? It was when I went to Clifton. I remember it like it was yesterday."

while driving, I was trying to explain to the girls why I did not want to stop in the neighborhood we were currently in...

Me: "There are some places where there is more crime than in other places, and we don't want to be there."

Andrea: "What's crime?"

Me: "Crime is the word they use to talk about all the bad things people do -- like stealing or breaking things."

Andrea: "Or killing people?"

Me: "Uh... yeah. Bad stuff like that."

Lacie: "What bad stuff?"

Andrea: [sigh] "You'll learn more about it when you're older."

Phat

while picking Lacie up from school, she turned to her teacher (helping her into the car) and said:

"It's not fat anymore."

Lacie's teacher: "What's not fat?"

Lacie: "It used to be fat, but then the baby came out, and now it's not fat anymore."

...

Me: "She's talking about my tummy."

then a few days later...

Lacie: "Mom, your tummy is fat again. It looks like you're going to have another baby."

Thanks, kid.

And here I was feeling all accomplished for dropping 20 lbs in under 2 weeks. Okay, so it's not all that impressive considering the baby was 7.5 lbs and the doc told me I was carrying about 4 qts of water. Annnnd I may have put on, oh, 45 lbs throughout the pregnancy... But still.

And in all fairness, I was not wearing the most flattering of pants.

short story

okay, so I've been laying low. on purpose. understandably, right? after all, it would only follow that after my hardest pregnancy I would have my hardest recovery.

anyway.

point is, I've been getting calls and inquires about whether anything has happened and if it happened okay and all that.

oops.

sorry.

so here's the short of it --

I was induced Wednesday morning, 3/2/11.

Total delivery time was 1 hr 12 mins. (!!)

7 lbs, 7.2 oz -- biggest baby yet

18.5" long -- shortest baby yet

blonde hair, perfectly round head, big eyes, absolutely beautiful.

was taken immediately to the NICU because he was having troubles breathing with water in his lungs. stayed there until Sunday morning, but is home now and doing fine.

has a name!

Jacob Allen Viehweg

blessed him in church the Sunday after he was born so that Grandpa Gary & Uncle Nick (leaving that day and the day after) could participate in the blessing.

sweetest, cutest, most wonderful little guy ever -- we are sooooo grateful he joined our family!

Yay for Jacob!

Crazy!

Hey, I'm on the way to go get my baby!

Kinda like a shopping trip. But with a lot of expected pain.

Yes, I realize it's a quarter to 4, and I'm a little neurotic for posting on my blog as the last thing I do before I walk out the door, but hey, I'm a little excited.

As in, didn't sleep a wink.

Can we say "kid before Christmas?"

Another (un-exciting) update

It's been a while since I last complained... er... posted. I've had some people start to wonder if that was possibly a happy sign? Sadly, no. Well, no baby anyway. My parents arrived in town on Saturday (yay! fresh ears to complain to!), and it has been WONDERFUL. All you who live close to parents, BE GRATEFUL! I realize there are pros & cons to every situation, but right now I'm just enjoying the pros of having Mom & Dad here. And so are my kids! Hooray!

And now on to the complaining! :)

I'd like to report that I've now tried and de-bunked all the so-called methods out there for starting labor: walking, spicy food, sex, bumpy car ride, raspberry leaf tea, and yes, even castor oil.

Nada.

And yes, I do realize that I'm still quite early. My "due date" isn't even for another 10-12 days (depending on who you go by). However, in all fairness to me, I have had every reason to believe it would've happened by now. Continuing my pattern anyway -- Andrea was 7 days early, Lacie was 11, Hyrum was 19. Oh, and then there's the whole FALSE LABOR I've been in nearly constantly since the 19th! "Nearly" constantly meaning good, strong contractions right up until I get to my doctor's or the hospital or call the sitters! Ach!

Anyhow, the end is nigh.

Light at the end of the tunnel.

If nothing else, I will be induced Wednesday morning at 4:30am.

Hallelujah!

So I can stop whining and just focus on having a safe, healthy delivery.

And what to name him...