Trying to justify this much packaging.  I feel like I just got home from a 1987 record shop and the clerk forgot to remove the plastic from my compact disc purchase.  My first thought was why does the outside need to be protected/wrapped in plastic when it is really what gets inside the container that could be worrisome.

I need to get on the fundraiser finding committee for my neighbors school. Seriously a) I would have ordered and enjoyed ordering much more coffee with my magazine subscriptions and 2) i would not have damn cookie dough in my freezer!...

So whose job is it to decide and organize the fundraisers that kids participate in? 
-I i think i would like that job

writing my birthstory

when i found out i was pregnant [again] my interest in the wealth of internet information was restored,  and in that babycenter.com became very helpful without causing too much fear or anxiety.  so... babycenter says that i need to write my birthstory so here i go.

being pregnant with Henry was the most exciting and stressful time of my life.  everything with the pregnancy was so easy, smooth and trouble free that i found myself constantly waiting for the preverbial ball to drop.  i gained very little weight (to my credit i am a "full figured" lady so i had plenty to spare) maybe 10 pounds and did not have trouble with swelling.  people kept saying..."wow, really you are X months ?" statements like that would add to my anxiety only because i figured that had to mean there was a problem right? how could i be so lucky to have such a trouble free pregnancy? well i was!

my luck was still hitting when it came to Henry's birthday.  Brad and i had gone to bed about 11pm but i was restless and just could not sleep.  for the last couple of days i had been having contractions, but nothing consistant or even major...honestly i was not even sure that they were contractions because i was sure there should be more pain associated with something so major.  i got up to go to the bathroom about 12:20am Tuesday, January 3, 2012, or so i thought; my water broke.  there was not a gush like i had thought it would be, but we made the decision to call my OB and she said it sounded like labor so we went to the hospital. 

the delivery suite was great, and the hospital staff was on the ball (like it was not 1:20am). I was examined by my doc about 2:30 and my water had indeed broken, but i was only 3 centimeters dialated and contractions were pretty far apart (like 10 to 12 minutes apart) i had an epidural sometime between 3:30am and 4:30am; while the contractions were still far apart they were getting more and more intense.  and well, while i was as comfortable as i could be, labor all but stoppped so we added the pitocin around 9 or 10am.  it was good actually, it gave Brad and i some time to "hospital rest" and start becoming anxious about the next few steps in our lives that were about to happen very quickly and taper off over the next...rest of our lives.

reinforcements showed up around 2:30pm in the way of my amazing sister! Mandy talked to me, gave my exhausted husband a chance to actually rest, and was a true source of comfort and calm.  Henry was as cozy as he could be with a heart beat that stayed between 135 and 150 and i was good with blood pressure something around 82/115 so nurses would just come in to say howdy check on us and flip me over (yes just like an egg) every hour and a half or so. About 5:30pm i talked the nurses into letting me sit up right in my bed and that was awesome for about an hour even though i could not feel my left leg and was pretty sure my right leg was taken from my body. by 6:30 the contractions were about two minutes apart and climbing up and off the little display monitor  next to my bed so i layed down on my right side to keep an eye on the logistics of the operation. Brad and i were laughing, taking pictures, just hanging out when i really started to feel pressure and about 7:10pm i was really feeling the need to lay on my back, like that was the only comfortable position i could find, but there was soo much pressure i acutally said "i feel like i could poop a house".  suddenly the room that had been so low key for the last 12+ hours was abuzz with activity.  my legs were lifted into stir-ups...oops... two quick pushes (that honestly just happened i did not really do anything) a minor push on my part (that was more out of my movement) and Henry was in the world!!!