Bakers' Dozen (minus 10)

The (Dark) Little Prince

2007-11-01T11:44:00.000-05:00

Last night we celebrated John David's first Halloween! For those of you who were there at the beginning (i.e. Quinn's and my respective childhoods), you know that we were happy, happy, happy to have an excuse to dress up. Finally, we are getting to the whole upside of this parenting thing!

We dressed as a family of vampires - appropriate for two attorneys and their offspring, I believe. We ate a delicious dinner at the home of our friends, Kelly, Mitch, Thatcher, and Cooper. Then we acted as Thatcher's entourage while he tricked and treated his way around our neighboorhood. Because our parenting role-models are Britney and K-Fed, we forced our child into an uncomfortable costume and then bought his cooperation by allowing him to chew on a starburst wrapper!

As for the baby costume - we came across it way back in February or March at a serious markdown. Quinn insisted that we purchase it posthaste while I demurred at the thought of dressing my precious baby as the bloodsucking undead prince of darkness. As you see, John must have been VERY new indeed if I thought it wouldn't match his personality! Quinn promised that he would dress up right along with John and he is a man of his word. Enjoy the pics, and don't worry, Quinn and I are wearing makeup; we are not just THAT tired.

The (Dark) Little Prince, pt II

2007-11-01T11:35:00.000-05:00

Back and Better than Ever!

2007-10-23T13:21:00.000-05:00

The prodigal baby returns. John David was nine months yesterday - he's now been out as long as he was in! I have to say, I can't really decide which nine months I prefer . . . okay, the latter, except for the sleeping.

We are all settled in San Antonio. For those of you playing along at home, here's a brief timeline of our goings-on:
May: Quinn graduated G'town, we traveled to TX to buy a house.
June & July: Visited friends and family (FL and OH), prepared for yet another cross-country move!
August: Moved to TX, unpacked 82% of our belongins (other 18% living in closets throughout house).
September - present: Quinn is working(!), we're just hanging in, making friends and having fun.

S.A. has been a great fit so far. Quinn is really enjoying his job. We have made lots of friends - John is a really popular guy!
He is 19# and 28 inches, no teeth and army-crawling. He eats real food sometimes but is still a boobie baby! He babbles all the time, with heavy emphasis on ooohs and aahhs; it's like living with an obscene caller.

We miss all our friends and family around the Estados Unidos (got to work on that espanol, y'all) and we are sending out ridiculous amounts of love across the country and worldwide.

More FL Pics

2007-05-05T09:44:00.000-05:00

Top to bottom:

Jamie; John; John and Kendall x2; Cole and John.

Cinco de My-oh-my

2007-05-05T09:23:00.000-05:00

The Baker three are reunited! John and I came home from Jax on Tuesday, Grandpa J.D. in tow. He stuck around for a few days but now the fearsome threesome is together, alone once again.

Miraculously, we all survived John's first crack at the friendly skies. He did great on the airplane, a miracle considering his recently developed car seat aversion. He barely let out a peep either way. Security was a fiasco, of course but we made our flights which is all that counts. On the way down, that entailed Mommy and Daddy getting up at 3:30, but not the little peanut!

We had a great time in Florida. John had so much fun with his cousins! He is now cousin Cole's "Monkey." Jamie and John did not interact so much as sleep in the same place (often) but we know they will be great pals and tons of trouble down the line. John was especially fond of his Uncle Josh - beware, Quinn, there is a new Uncle in town! We also got to meet baby Kendall, my friend Sarah's baby girl. Sarah and I have been friends since grade school, and amazingly we had babies one day apart!

Kendall took the opportunity of our visit to roll over for the first time, and I guess John was inspired because he did the same last Monday! He is now rolling over from front to back with some regularity. He is also playing with all kinds of toys and beginning to show some interest in peekaboo. He is all smiles and laughs, except when he's not! He also babbles ALL THE TIME - it is like living with a large, poorly trained parakeet!

Quinn is wrapping up his semester and after he graduates on the 20th we will be heading out to see the Texas crew- we can't wait to introduce John to the rest of the family!

Up in the Air, Junior Birdman!

2007-04-18T10:47:00.000-05:00

John is practicing his flying for our big trip to FL tomorrow. Luckily for him, we're taking a plane, because his arms would get really tired, wocka wocka wocka! We will provide a full account of our adventures in the friendly skies. We're taking a few bottles of breast milk so I will not be the next mommy to fall victim to the no-boobie gestapo, i.e. meanie flight attendants.

By the way, John had his 3 mo. check-up and weighs in at a whopping 11.09, 24 inches long and a nice big melon to match. He is perfect, and that's not just my biased opinion, it's backed up by an actual medical doctor.

This is the day that the Lord has made...

2007-04-08T12:42:00.000-05:00

Let us Rejoice and be Glad in it!

Happy Easter to all! The Baker Three have had a wonderful (if chilly) Easter Sunday. We rose with the dawn, thanks to the small guy, although I can't complain as he did sleep from 10:45 to 4:45. I let Quinn sleep until around 7:00 and then we all hung out and ate some homemade coffee cake. After we all got dressed up in fancy new frocks, we went to 10:00 mass at St. Jane Frances de Chantal in Bethesda. It's not our parish but it is a beautiful church with TONS of families so we really like it. The other church we tried skewed a bit towards the AARP demographic, no offense to our readership.

After lunch we went to Houston's Restaurant which as many of you know is one of our favorites! The food was great as always - I ate pretty much every single thing that bothers John, but what the hey, it is a holiday after all. Best of all John slept all through church AND lunch. It was almost like Quinn and I were on a real date. We had so much fun! We got home a while ago and John ate and is now playing away in his favorite chair, thanks again to Aunt Mary Beth and Uncle Charles! He can now reach up and hit the toys, which is absolutely thrilling to him and us although it seems pretty accidental!

Quinn's semester is wrapping up and we are looking forward to some fun times ahead. We will be down Jacksonville way on the 19th of this month and then in Texas the last week of May.

Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for the beautiful flowers and to Uncle Josh, Aunt Jessi and a very big cousin Cole for the card. We cannot wait to meet the new Baby Boy Benoit and we hope he shows up very, very soon for Aunt Jessi's sake!

Love to all and we hope you all have a happy and blessed Easter, we are certainly feeling very blessed around here!

Lone Star State of Mind

2007-04-04T08:47:00.000-05:00

So we are eating some crow . . . and hopefully, some really good Mexican food. Why? Because the prodigal Bakers (plus one) are returning to the Lone Star State. Many of you may remember our vocal departure only two years hence, when we SWORE we were finished with Texas and set out for greener pastures. As it turns out, the green lies in Texas after all, as Quinn has accepted a great job at Cox Smith Matthews in San Antonio. Allegedly, they are already sending him some money so I guess the deal is sealed.

I am really speechless on this subject, so you know I MUST be in shock... it'll be great to be back around all the family on both sides. Can't fight fate, I guess. I am excited about Quinn's job, it is a great opportunity and the legal market will be easier for me to break into as well (should I ever decide to work outside of the food service industry). My son will be a Texan but then I like his father and Nana all right so I guess that isn't so bad, hee hee. And of course what really tips my hand is the Mexican food and SWEET TEA. Texas, here we come . . . but not until August. As I typed that I realized I am moving to Central Texas, in AUGUST, and I am happy about it. Man, I should really get my head checked!

Maybe I am feeling so good because John finally decided after ten weeks on this earth that night is for sleeping. He and I go to bed between 8:30-9:30 and he doesn't wake up until around 6:00! He is still nursing at night some but we have figured out how to do it without either of us really waking up. Then he gets up and plays for an hour and a half or so and takes a morning
nap so we are getting some real sleep at last. John also takes actual naps now where he sleeps longer than 35 minutes so the days are better, too. Best of all he loves to play and laugh and we are having so much fun!

See, I told you the Japanese were good for more than just making cars

2007-04-03T19:46:00.000-05:00

Today we took the Small Guy down to the Mall to get some pics of him with the Cherry Blossom Trees. I think they turned out pretty well, despite his refusal to smile and a necessary costume change - but you tell me. He also got to experience laying in the grass for the first time ever (warm weather but too early for bugs, you see). Do you remember laying in the grass soaking up the warm Spring afternoon sun for the first time? Neither do I, and neither will he, but it looks like he quite enjoyed it.

Note also this pic of me wearing Jessica's hippie granola wrap. From the back the thing looks like part of a Jedi Knight outfit. It's a lot more comfortable than it looks.

Ladies' Man

2007-03-15T17:05:00.000-05:00

There is a new woman in John David's life - his Nana. Linda arrived yesterday for a five day visit with the wunderkind. She is keeping me company (and sane!) while Quinn is in the Lone Star State on business. Yes, breathless readers, one of the Bakers may someday obtain gainful employment. John has really put on a show for his paternal abuelita. Yesterday he refused to nap and fussed / nursed from 3:00pm until 10:00, when exhausted mommy handed him off to daddy, and then he (John) immediately fell asleep! Today he has brought his A game and has been nothing but cute and sweet and has thankfully slept several hours like a normal baby who never ever makes anyone want to throw him out the window. He seems to be thriving on nursing only, we'll have to wait to see the tale of the scale on Monday. While we're on the subject of A games or the lack thereof, please all take a moment of silence to mourn the rapid exit of the Davidson Wildcats from the NCAA Tournament. I could not bring myself to bet against my alma mater so my bracket is officially busted. Jen, if you are reading this, I will pay you the $2 anyway.

Battle of the Breast

2007-03-07T10:11:00.000-05:00

Triumph!

For those of you who have been playing along at home, I believe we have turned a corner in our ongoing attempts at breastfeeding. In short, we have had almost every common breastfeeding problem, and even some of those that aren't all that common:

We started out with a poor latch - which caused me a lot of pain and led to our first visit to a lactation consultant (yes, there is a whole cottage industry!), who promptly diagnosed John's . . .

Tongue-Tie - had to get his tongue clipped at two and a half weeks - what an ordeal! The ped was against it but the breastfeeding pros said it had to be done (along with the grandparents). We eventually visited a 2nd lactation consultant who agreed with the first - and who we've now been seeing weekly to the tune of $65 an hour - so much for the affordability of breastfeeding! Before the clip he couldn't stick out his little tongue, let alone suck and swallow, all of which he now does with relative ease - and improvement every day! Of course his tongue contributed to both low weight gain and . . .

Mastitis - caused by the tongue tie and his inability to eat well when my milk came in. I actually got it twice! The first time I stupidly ignored my high fever as I was totally focused on John. The second time I got antibiotics promptly, unfortunately the prescription was for penicillin, which put me into anaphylactic shock as a toddler. So after I took one pill the three of us spent an evening in the ER to make sure I didn't die. I didn't. So I got a new Rx and it cleared up, but unfortunately also contributed to my low milk supply, which led to my efforts at:

Increasing low supply - this was the toughest part of all (besides of course worrying the small guy wasn't getting enough to eat). I had to rent a hospital-grade pump and pump EVERY HOUR in addition to feeding John. This was tough! I also took Fenugreek, an herbal supplement with the added bonus of making my sweat smell like maple syrup. Amazing. My milk returned not once, not twice, but three times, so my supply still is a little inconsistent, but only pumping three or four times a day seems like a vacation! Best of all we were giving him the pumped milk back through a supplementer that really defies description - only a picture can do it justice: SNS. This made feeding John a two-person, four-hand ordeal. Again, breastfeeding - so convenient! We also had to supplement with some very expensive formula, which smelled like fish food and made the baby gag (and us, too).

But now John is at a healthy weight which pleases the pediatrician, lactation consultant and everyone but his mommy, who would be shoving milk down his throat 9 times a day if daddy would let her get away with it. He is eating like a normal breastfed baby and gets one bottle of breast milk from daddy before he goes to bed. (Of course, he now has reflux, but I'll leave that for another time.) Happy and relieved does not even begin to describe how I am feeling. Breastfeeding John was and is very important to me and I am so happy I did not give up! Special thanks to Grandma and Nana for all their encouragement.

I also want to take a sec to brag on Quinn for being the best husband and daddy of all time. He is so supportive and he never ever once let me feel guilty for any of these problems. He was there for every visit to the lactation consultant, held John while I was pumping, mixed the yucky formula, and took him in for weight-checks when I was too upset to face the baby scale and the pediatrician. John and I are both very, very lucky to have him.

Future Mythbuster?

2007-03-01T10:41:00.000-05:00

This week, I made the startling discovery that John,wearing my glasses, bears a striking resemblance to Adam Savage of The Discovery Channel's Mythbusters (as you can tell, it certainly seems that the hair is growing in red). I haven't decided how I feel about this development, but it is every father's dream that his son will grow up to blow stuff up for a living, so it can't be all bad.

One Month!

2007-02-22T12:02:00.000-05:00

As of 8:47 p.m. today, the boy is one month old. He had his one month well baby visit Tuesday and he's up to an even 8 POUNDS and 21 5/8 inches long - almost a 2 inch growth and almost 2 pounds up from his lowest weight. The breastfeeding circus continues but as is clear by his vitals, he's getting plenty of food now and is growing like a beanstalk. Here are some pictures of him from today. The top one is actually from yesterday (in a swaddler, a gift from Heather, and I think he looks like an Ice Barbarian in it but Jessica argues, incorrectly if you ask me, that babies cannot look like barbarians) but I challenge you to tell me how different he looks after only 24 hours.

Hey Lover (Happy Vee Day)

2007-02-14T10:50:00.000-05:00

I finally managed to grab a moment to update all you JDB (the sequel) lovers out there. So here is your sweet Valentine's Day treat, sorry it's not chocolate.

Life with the tiny tyrant continues. The breastfeeding misadventures are ongoing, John seems fine but mommy is a little bit the worse for wear. When the whole situation is resolved (hopefully soon!) I'll do a long post on it complete with photos of all of our fabulous breastfeeding accoutrement. Sufficed to say, the massive money saving benefits of breastfeeding haven't kicked in quite yet.

John is just sweet as can be, except when loudly protesting any of the following disturbances of his peace: diaper change; clothes change; being placed in carseat; being taken out of carseat; gas (apparently a major issue in parenting; who knew?); and my favorite, Daddy taking his pinkie out of John's mouth, which he far prefers to any unsatisfactory store-bought pacifier. Of course, we all know what John really wants to put in his little mouth, but sometimes the milk factory is closed.

We have also found a way all of us to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, it involves Quinn and I sleeping in separate beds - this must be how breastfeeding acts as contraception! See, John really likes to sleep in bed with someone, little lover that he is. However, we feel way too freaked out with his tiny body between the two of us. It's fine, though, when he lays next to one of us in the bed with pillows around him. So we alternate one of us sleeping with him and the other one in the other room. John will sleep alone, but only during the daytime. What a little prankster, no?

So that's about all, we're braving the ice storm quite well and Quinn's classes are canceled, which is great although you can imagine how much romance we're having! Oh well, it was romance that got us into this mess in the first place, right?

Next to Godliness

2007-01-31T11:14:00.000-05:00

So, we gave the small guy his first bath this morning. It was probably overdue but his umbilicus stub detached yesterday (haven't found it yet, a little gross), so we figured he was ready.

HE DID NOT LIKE IT.

We have pictures to prove it. But, as Quinn pointed out, what little boy really likes taking baths? Quinn did a great job. I hovered and played the part of photojournalist. Unfortunately Grandma was out seeking coffee, but that might be for the best as his persistent wailing (sounds like a bleating sheep) seems to bother her a little more than mommy and daddy; we've come to accept it.

John is doing very well with sleeping and eating. He goes for about 2-3 hours between feedings, and eats quickly and then settles right back to sleep, which is really nice when he wakes up for that 2 a.m. snack. He usually sleeps around 3 to even 4 hours after his early morning feeding, around 5 a.m., so when we get up in the morning we are pretty fresh. I can't wait to see how much the little piglet weighs on Friday, he already has a double chin!

As for mommy and daddy, we are adjusting. My body went through some kind of nursing weirdness the last couple days where I have been running a fever, but I seem to have gotten over it. John is such a sweet baby. We can't wait for all of you out there on the Internets to meet him.

First Day Pictures!

2007-01-24T13:21:00.000-05:00

We have a lot more where this came from, but here are a few of the better ones. I'll have to get clearance before posting any that may hint at a mommy boob. They are in reverse chronological order (oldest on bottom).

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys

2007-01-23T13:11:00.000-05:00

Whether this kid grows up to be a vaquero remains to be seen, of course, but judging by his birth weight, I don't believe he'll grow up to wear the silver star on his helmet.

John David Baker was born last night, January 22, 2007, at 8:47 p.m., coming in at a hefty 6 pounds 11 ounces, at just under 20 inches long (19 and 3/4 to be exact, though he was squirming so much it was hard to be certain), 18 hours after Jessica's bag of waters broke. Jessica birthed him at the Maternity Center ("that hippy place" according to Uncle Josh) drug-free, and she did an amazing job. I can't say enough how proud I am of her. I'll let her tell the whole birth story, and I'm sure I'll add more about my perspective, but I wanted to put it up there for people to see. We already have like 30 pictures of the kid and eventually I'll get them loaded on the computer and uploaded to the website. He has nice dark hair and I think Jessica's chin, but beyond that we're not sure who he looks like.

For those of you who don't know, the name comes from both sides of the family. Jessica has an uncle John whose birthday was last week, and I have a great-uncle John who passed away a few weeks ago; our boy is named after both. As for the David, that was my father's name (God rest his soul) and my middle name, and is also my father-in-law's middle name. We're not sure yet if we're going to call him John David or John or David or Jack or Dave or J.D. or Poncho or whatever - we figure we'll let it work itself out.

Well gotta go - Jess's parents are here now and we're about to go to Reagan to pick up my mom - just the three of us are going. Hopefully by the next time I post I'll be able to find the words to explain how awesome it is to watch your son be born. I just can't get enough of this kid - last night after he was put on the boob and fed and we were all resting before we were sent home, I sat there for 45 minutes staring at him, and I didn't get bored, not a bit.

Miracle of Life? Understatement.

Up for Parole

2007-01-20T13:12:00.000-05:00

So, today is the 20th - and my outer limit "must deliver by" date is 02/20 - which means I will be paroled within 30 days! I am mostly sure that prison is waaay worse than being pregnant, but then again in prison at least you can lift weights in the yard and nobody EVER asks you if you're having twins.

My appointment on Thursday was fine, I am "progressing" but it's not like he's going to fall out or anything. In fact, the midwife Ellen (my favorite) told me that almost never happens with a first baby. I am GBS (Group B Strep) negative, which means no IV antibiotics, and my wimpy red blood cells rallied just enough to keep me out of the dangerously anemic range (instead I am merely pale and fatigued). The only issue that came up is SG's size. As it turns out, he might not be so "S" after all. I am sure this is not much of a surprise to anyone who received our Christmas pic, or better yet seen "the belly" live in all its glory. So next week, if I am still pregnant by Friday, I may have to get another ultrasound, which I am not psyched about. There are some (really, really gross) signs I might labor before that, which would be great. I just think it's funny that of all the people, Slim a.k.a. Quinn and I might be bringing the next Jeremy Shockey into the world although likely with much poorer hand-eye coordination.

My dad is in transit to FL and we are really looking forward to seeing him. Other than that, we are on standby in a major way. Flight SG1 is holding for takeoff.

(gno) Breaking Gnus

2007-01-17T12:19:00.000-05:00

Adoring fans from all across the country have been clamoring for some news on Babygate 07. From our last update, there is nothing much new to report. Jessica had some pretty significant contractions yesterday after dropping me off at school for my first day. As an aside, I paid tribute to teenagers everywhere yesterday by developing a giant zit on my face for the first day of school. I know, it wasn't fair to all the ladies there: "not only are you fertile, but you're also sportin' that spotlight on your face? Take me now." Anyway, other than the contractions, which stopped after a few hours, the only new developments over the weekend were gifts from the small guy's ("S.G.") great aunt and uncle Mary Beth and Charles. They got us a little vibrating chair for the little devil that's really cool, though we still need to get batteries for it; also they got us some burp cloths (doesn't sound exciting but believe me, it is) and some swaddling blankets. And just now we pre-ordered the envelopes for baby announcements, so once the actual announcements come we can just stick em' in and ship em' out.

As today is Wednesday, we have entered the official launch window for mission Sigma Gamma 1. The window will close on 20 February, and beyond that it's off to the hospital for pitocin and forced birth, so everyone put your spiritual heads together and keep up those prayers to whatever higher being seems appropriate to you. And while you're at it, S.G.'s grandpa will soon be making the trip down Route Irish, if indeed he has not already done so, before winding his way back stateside for some much-needed R&R. For those of you who don't know, Route Irish is not the safest route to the airport in the world, so let's all pray he makes it safely (as I'm sure he will). We're hoping for a launch date during said sabbatical so these two esteemed gentlemen may meet one another. But whatever happens, happens.

I suppose that's about it, loyal readers. Remember, no news is good news, or as some say, to paraphrase, no gnus is good gnus.

Final Countdown!

2007-01-11T11:27:00.000-05:00

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo do do... you all know the song. I am now officially 36 weeks pregnant according to the midwives and am entering the launch zone. Small Guy is head down although not completely "locked and loaded". I'll spare you the gory details but my, um, internal exam went well and things seem to be progressing quite nicely. If I were a bettor, I'd say he'll arrive well in advance of my "official" due date of 02/07 - I seriously dispute this date to begin with and think it's based on some miscalculations, but the whole idea of due dates is completely speculative, so whatever.

The only hurdles we have left are a group B strep test: http://familydoctor.org/281.xml; sounds way more stressful than it is, could still give birth at the Hippy peace love and flowers Maternity Center (http://www.maternitycenter.com/index.html), and a blood test to check my hemoglobin / hematocrit (to determine if I am anemic, for all you non-Discovery Health addicts). Bad blood equals possible hospital birth, not what we want. The only other way we'd likely end up at "Sh*tty Grove", as we affectionately refer to our backup hospital, would be if the Small Guy decided to make his debut before 01/17/07. Not much we could do about that, so let's all focus our collective subconscience on making sure he stays inside until after MLK day, at least. But don't focus too hard because I want this little F'er out A.S.A.P. after that!

Like a toothache

2007-01-08T10:29:00.000-05:00

So, I thought I'd fill in all of you never-pregnant, never gonna be pregnant, or haven't been pregnant since the last ice age types on what it is like to be 36+ weeks "with child." I came up with this analogy yesterday when Quinn and I were having a little tiff over whether he was cleaning the bathroom quickly enough (gestation really brings out the best in me). Finally, I admitted that my attitude had nothing to do with the pace of his cleaning, which was excellent, and everything to do with the fact that I AM SO TIRED OF BEING PREGNANT.

After a few minutes of grovelling for forgiveness, I came up with a way to describe how I was feeling. It goes something like this:

Imagine you had a toothache. It started back in May-June and it really wasn't that bad. It came and went over the next several months; some days it was miserable, others you didn't even notice it. The only problem was that there was ABSOLUTELY NOTHING you could do to make the toothache go away other than wait. Since around Thanksgiving, the toothache has been really bad. You can barely sleep at night. It's all you can think about. It makes even the simplest things (grocery shopping, for instance) fairly miserable. Now the toothache has taken over your life. You know how to make it go away, but you also know (1) you can't choose when this will happen; and (2) getting rid of it will be a seriously painful proposition. So you wake up every morning HOPING AGAINST HOPE that today will finally be the day when your tooth will be pulled without anesthesia, following several hours of hard physical effort. That is the best case scenario of every day.

This, as you can imagine, is not a normal way to live and it has somewhat of a detrimental effect on one's psyche. So should you cross the path of an extremely pregnant woman, smile and duck if necessary.

Special Delivery!!

2007-01-05T19:20:00.001-05:00

No, not that special delivery. Today we got the matress for the cradle, as well as the bedding Jessica's mom made. We made up the cradle and it looks awesome! We also have some curtains she made that I'll have to hang this weekend (not looking forward to that - curtains and I do not get along). Here are the pictures of the bedding. I apologize if the layout looks weird. It took me forever just to get the preview looking halfway decent - though nowhere near the Feng Shui layout in my head - and I have no idea how it will translate to the actual blog.

As you can see, there are little grasshoppers and moths and ladybugs on it. We picked the fabric out months ago before we knew if he was a he or if he was a she. The blue accents would have been red if he were a she (which he's not).

As you can also see, here I am, a grown man, getting all excited about bedding. And not just any bedding - baby bedding. This is what happens to you when you have kids, I think. And you know what? I don't even care.

Jessica continues to have a few hours of contractions every evening. The latest round seems to have subsided. Using our many books, the Internet, and our info from the Maternity Center, we've determined that these are "pre-labor" contractions - something in between Braxton-Hicks and full-blown labor. Apparently such contractions are normal, or at least not abnormal. She has her 36-week appointment next week, and we're hoping the exam shows some progress. But even if it doesn't, there's one thing I know, and that's that they all come out sooner or later. We're hoping for sooner but later's better than not at all. Speaking of exams, I had one today and have one more next week. I've already talked to the Registrar about what to do if he's born when I'm supposed to take the exam - I can reschedule it for the next week (it's already been rescheduled once; the school decided it'd be a good idea to have 2 different classes hold their exams at the same time!). And if he comes before Friday, well then I'll just take the exam in whatever condition I'm in. It won't be the first time a major family event interefered with my law school exams, though this one will be a much happier occasion than 12/03. Whenever he's ready, that's when I'll be ready.

Life before Small Guy

2007-01-04T10:38:00.000-05:00

So, we are now about 750 weeks pregnant. No, really we are between 35-36 weeks. Not quite to the "any minute now" stage but we (and by we I mean I and more specifically my uterus) are very ready to have the small guy on the outside. I thought I'd kick off this blog by showing everyone what hip, cosmopolitan and thin jet-setters we were before the small guy invasion. That is us last summer. But those days are long-gone! I have to keep it short because I need to save my energy to take down our Christmas tree, plus I know I'll have about 3 hours of Braxton-Hicks (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Braxton-Hicks) this afternoon. If anything exciting happens, we will update!