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Two's Company

Randy has made and canceled several vasectomy appointments over the last year.  The appointments have been rescheduled due to weddings, vacations and work.  But really, they were rescheduled because we weren't ready to decide if we were done making babies.  So when another appointment came up yesterday, we didn't really talk about it.  Something would come up and make the decision for us.  But no reason to reschedule happened. 

Really, we're done having babies.  We have two perfect girls.  But three years ago, I thought my life was complete with just one.  Now I'm thinking I might want a third?  No one but sweet Baby B could make me want another child, she is such a blast.  And she'd be a fantastic middle child.  It doesn't help that everyone is giving birth to little boys right now.  What about a boy for me? 

And then GracieGirl pokes her sister in the head and makes her cry.  Oh yeah.  I wouldn't know what to do with a boy.  And these two girls have me swinging between pulling my hair out and laughing hysterically.  And we have two bedrooms.  And I really don't want to be pregnant again.  And kids are expensive, and I'm cheap. 

Always looking for the easy route, we put the question to Gracie, "Do you want a baby brother?" 

"Nope, I don't like boys." 

"How about another little sister?"

"Nope.  I've got her." 

And it was settled.  Although there was talk of putting some of his boys on ice, we are no longer in the baby making business.  Now someone better go make me an aunt again, so I have another baby to snuggle.  xoxo

ps - I wish I could tell you Randy's antidotes from the procedure, but that's not my story to tell.  The boy needs a blog. 

Mother Knows Best

So, yes.  I was sick.  That's where I've been.  Baby B and I suffered from a mild case of the stomach flu.  Rather than bore you with the details, I'll tell you all about the diarrhea of the mouth that I suffered from afterward. 
The girls and I went to the LA Baby Celebration over the weekend with soon-to-be new mama, Natasha, Trisha and two her beautiful babies. 
Being pregnant is difficult, not only for the obvious reasons, but because you have to put up with the mounds of advice (ass-vice) that is hurled at you.  One of the things I hated was the horror stories of bleeding stretch marks, miserable deliveries, and instructions to scrub your nipples to make nursing easier. 
Turns out, those stories are mandatory, they are a ritual.  If you're pregnant (so so so many of my friends are right now) you're going to have to hear the stories and advice.  If you've ever been pregnant, you are now an expert and compelled to tell your story like a good war hero.  You'll probably even show your battle scars. 
I've now learned that this giving of advice and stories can't be helped.  It's just that as a mama, you're so darned proud of having made it through child birth and the early postpartum stage that you want to shout it off the rooftops.  Also, I'm thrilled to welcome a friend into this club we call motherhood.  Because until you've been initiated (by becoming pregnant), you have no idea what it is about.  But once you are a full fledged member, your life is forever changed and only another mother knows exactly how amazing (and difficult, funny, thrilling, exciting, heartbreaking) the club is.  xoxo

The Truth

In a postpartum haze yesterday I asked my dad to update all of you on the baby-birthing I'd been doing.  I knew it would be comical, but I didn't know he'd try to rename my baby!  Here's his posting with the whole truth and a few of my comments:

We arrived at the new birthing center about 1 AM and finally pushed her into the world [notice his elloquance] at 8:34 AM. At 7 lbs. 1 oz., Scarlett Bridget Nicole Glancy, the newest member of the Glancy family, is a joy to behold. 19 inches from head to toe. APGAR 8 to 9. Blood type unknown O+. Lots of hair, nails, and [exactly 10] toes. [Perfect] Wake-boarder feet. Sleeping and eating well.

Previous only-child, Gracie, just wanted to hold her new sister.

The birthing was so easy I'm thinking of trying for twin boys next time making Randy an appointment for his vasectomy today. So long as they don't make the birth canal run at the same time like the poor woman down the hall. Nothing puts birthing mothers at ease like the sound of another in agony.  [It was awefull, I had to plug my ears each time she screamed.]

Life is a sweet dream! I'll post pictures when I get home this afternoon I can pull Bridgie off the tatas for more than 30 seconds.

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(Opinions expressed by the poster, G! [my dad], are not necessarily the views of the site owner, Nicole, but are the truth just the same kinda.)

In a postpartum haze yesterday I asked my dad to update all of you on the baby-birthing I'd been doing.  I knew it would be comical, but I didn't know he'd try to rename my baby!  Here's his posting with the whole truth and a few of my comments:

We arrived at the new birthing center about 1 AM and finally pushed her into the world [notice his elloquance] at 8:34 AM. At 7 lbs. 1 oz., Scarlett Bridget Nicole Glancy, the newest member of the Glancy family, is a joy to behold. 19 inches from head to toe. APGAR 8 to 9. Blood type unknown O+. Lots of hair, nails, and [exactly 10] toes. [Perfect] Wake-boarder feet. Sleeping and eating well.

Previous only-child, Gracie, just wanted to hold her new sister.

The birthing was so easy I'm thinking of trying for twin boys next time making Randy an appointment for his vasectomy today. So long as they don't make the birth canal run at the same time like the poor woman down the hall. Nothing puts birthing mothers at ease like the sound of another in agony.  [It was awefull, I had to plug my ears each time she screamed.]

Life is a sweet dream! I'll post pictures when I get home this afternoon I can pull Bridgie off the tatas for more than 30 seconds.

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(Opinions expressed by the poster, G! [my dad], are not necessarily the views of the site owner, Nicole, but are the truth just the same kinda.)

In the Pool the Other Day

GracieGirl:  Mommy!  Daddy has little boobies just like me!
N:  Yes he does.
GracieGirl:  Not you, though!  Yours are bi-ig! 

Gotta love pregnancy.  xoxo

Still Pregnant

I haven't had much to say lately, because I'm still pregnant and that's all that has been on my mind.  I thought for sure that this baby girl would make her appearance by now, but she hasn't.  It's not that I'm terribly uncomfortable, or in any hurry to wake up in the middle of the night.  It's just that I want to meet her!  I want to see what she's like and I want to stop wondering when she's going to be here.  As a result (yes, I know I still have 2 weeks until my actual due date!), I'm giving up.  Maybe she'll be here in time for Christmas.  xoxo

Still Pregnant

In pregnancy land, things are progressing.  I'm now 37 weeks pregnant, which was when GracieGirl was born.  Since she was early I never really got sick of being pregnant, but I've now decided that I'm done.  I've had enough.  I want to be able to touch my toes again. 
Early last week this happened (warning: may be TMI).  I thought for sure I'd go into labor the next day, but nothing.  I have contractions constantly, but they're mostly Braxton-Hicks.  I know they're doing something, just not enough to bring the baby out.  So I've decided I'm having the longest, mildest labor in the history of women.  To help the process a little I've been eating Spicy Curry & going for walks every day.  xoxo
PS - this post is written in the hopes that I'll jinx myself into labor, which probably won't work since I just admitted to it. 

Stats

I had my 36 week check-up today.  Turns out we're 2cm dilated, 80% effaced, and the baby has dropped.  You now know as much about my uterus as I do, congrats!  xoxo

I'd Really Like to Paint My Toes. . .

. . .but I can't see them.  xoxo

It's Raining Babies

Stephanie & I went to the LA Baby Expo on Sunday - talk about trouble.  We were such airheads that I'm glad she wrote about it, because I wouldn't even know where to start.  After that event, even I am sick of bellies & baby crap stuff. 
With less than six weeks to go in this pregnancy, people have been asking me if I'm going to have a baby shower.  I'm kinda funny about it, about the same way I feel about thank you notes. It doesn't really matter to me if you ever write one, but I can't relax until I've sent one out that's due.  As for baby showers, I will happily go to all 50 of your baby showers, but for me more than one is tacky.  Plus I have all of the girly stuff I need.  Randy and I did register at Babies R' Us the other day, just to put into perspective what we needed.  With GracieGirl as a big sister, this kid is totally set.   Now she just needs to finish cooking & we'll be ready for the next Glancy Girl.  xoxo
ps - Did I tell you we picked a name?  But I'm not gonna tell you yet [insert nanner nanner nanner here]. 

Babying

Okay, so the last post was a but of a downer, but it may have been brought on in part by the fact that I finally decided that I can no longer run in my (large) pregnant state. I know, you're all letting out a collective sigh of relief - She's gonna kill that baby!  Up until last week jogging has kept my sciatic pain at bay, and I was feeling good.  I've now switched to walking (boring) instead of running, so quit your worrying. 
To make up for all of this whining and lack of posting, I have a reward for you!  I've decided to do some sort of raffle.  Guess the day the baby is born and win a prize! 
Here's the info: 

1. Leave a comment or email me with your guess (just the day is fine). 
2. The winner will be the contestant who guesses the closest without going over.
3. My due date is June 10. 
4. Keep in mind that GracieGirl was born 3 weeks early & we're going to the river May 6-10, so with my luck she'll probably be born then. 
5. What do you win?  All the glory of having your guess announced on my blog!  Plus something special that I'll come up with in the haze of newborn days.  Suggestions anyone? 
6. Plus!  Guess any day after June 20 and automatically earn my loathing and hatred!

Let the online betting begin!  xoxo