Breaking Dawn

Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

My review

rating: 4 of 5 stars


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What I liked about this book:



Bella and Edward were married and had a baby. Since I'm married with a baby this was easier to relate to then the former highschool angst. I liked that Bella skipped over the newborn stage of vampirism and that she was super strong and helped in the big fight and that they all won out in the end and lived happily ever after.



What I didn't like:



Bella and Edward were married and had a baby. The highschool angst was kind of what the series seemed to be about and this really changed the entire tone of the story to me. It was as if they were no longer the same people that we had been reading about to this point. I know characters are supposed to grow and change, but they seemed completely different to me.



Bella became a vampire. I did like that she skipped over the whole newborn thing, but I was sad for her/Edward because on their honeymoon she had finally decided to stay human for awhile. She was going to attend Dartmouth and see her family at Christmas. Once she got pregnant everything changed and she had to become a vampire or die in childbirth. That kind of sucked. I mean it's nice that she took to it so well, but at that point the book ceased to be about humans at all and became an entirely 'monster' book. I liked having a fragile human main character even if it did mean someone had to save her all the time.



Jacob's storyline. I mean it's great that he imprinted and can finally move on...and I know it would have been silly to continue to pursue this triangle thing after Bella was married, but I really enjoyed that aspect of the books before.



Total immersion into fantasy. This book more than any of the others represented a total immersion into a fantasy world to me. Now if the books start out that way that's one thing, but I liked this series in that Bella still lived in our world and still had everyday concerns such as showering, bad breath and homework. In this book all of that suddenly becomes irrelevant. I guess it's nice to see more fully into the supernatural realm that Meyer has created but I enjoyed Bella's human challenges.



Honeymoon. Okay I know the author is LDS and these are "teen" books, but come on! All this build up to them finally having sex..will they be able to? Will he hurt her? and then...NOTHING! I don't think of myself as voyeuristic or anything, but I found this very annoying to be constantly getting nothing but morning after scenes.



All the other vampires. I really liked how Meyer showed there were so many other covens and went to the trouble to give each of these new vamps a personality and hints of their own storyline. What I didn't like is that this is apparently the last book and we may never know more about these vamps than this. If she was going to introduce fully developed characters at this point she should be willing to continue the series with some of them playing a bigger role.



There's probably more if I think about it, but I'll stop there. So overall I did enjoy the book. I felt it was a bit of a departure from the other books, but I still enjoyed reading it and had difficulty putting it down this week, as my children can attest. ;)


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Why I'm a Stay at Home Mom (SAHM)

I’ve often told people how I never planned to be a SAHM and have always planned to work. I believe this decision was greatly influenced both by my mother who worked our entire lives and by my patriarchal blessing which admonishes me to: “Continue to seek an education that you may be able to gain for yourself a source of livelihood that will be helpful to you as you raise a family. You will have the financial ability to help sustain the family as they grow and you will be able to help supply their needs as they progress here upon the earth.”

When Patrick and I were dating he asked me if I would be willing to support him if he stayed at home. I told him that if that was his plan he better tell me now because I did not want to be in that sort of position. My dad stayed home with us while my mom worked, and though I now realize it was a blessing to be able to have at least one parent at home I still have had a very hard time respecting my dad for his apparent laziness and willingness to live off of his wife’s hard work. I then asked if Patrick would be willing to support me if I stayed at home. He said of course. I told him I would probably be bored out of my mind and he said that ‘children are never boring.’

Fast forward a couple of years. I am nearing the end of my master’s degree and pregnant. The plan was that I would finish school a month before the baby. I would then nurse for about 7-8 months before returning to the workforce. Well, those seven months came and went. I felt like the baby needed to nurse longer and it would be difficult if I was working. I also didn’t find any interesting jobs online or in the paper that I felt would be worth the hassle of daycare. I had read several articles about how many two income families would actually be making more money if one of the parents were to stay at home and watch the children rather than paying for daycare.

When we were visiting some of Patrick’s armour associates in Chicago we stayed at this one couple’s home. They had a three year old and three month old. Both parents worked and the children were in daycare. This was because the wife could not stand to be home all day alone with the babies, not because they were in dire financial straits. I could totally understand her point of view, but as I observed their family interactions it kind of soured me on the idea of the whole daycare/work thing. They would get their kids up at 6am, feed them and get their bags ready for the day. They dropped them at the daycare by 7:30am so they could make it to work by 8. The children were picked up around 6pm, fed dinner, allowed about and hour of play/family time and then put to bed by 8pm. Making it a grand total of three waking hours the parents actually spent with their children. I thought this was deplorable. I didn’t see how the children could be at all influenced by their parents when they never saw them. So seeing this situation also put me off of going back to work for a while.

I finally stopped nursing when Isabelle was 14 months old. Two months later I was pregnant. I didn’t see the point of getting a job when I was pregnant as I’d just have to quit (most likely) a few months later. I didn’t see that anyone would want to hire a pregnant lady knowing that they’d only get me for a few months. Plus all the jobs I was looking at had some lifting and stair walking and driving all over, which I wouldn’t want to do while pregnant. Then I had the baby…and now I’m nursing and can’t leave. See it’s a vicious cycle.

So now I’m a SAHM. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing as one. I don’t really like playing with my kids and they, well Isabelle at least, spend most of the day in front of the television while I do my best to ignore them while still providing for their needs. This is why I think they’d be better off in daycare sometimes. In daycare they’d have structured activities including learning time, which they don’t have here. They’d also get a chance to interact with other kids their age, which Isabelle loves to do. But I’ve heard how expensive daycare is and I’ve never seen a job that I qualify for that I might actually enjoy while paying enough to put the kids in daycare. So I’m thinking that maybe when they start school or something I’ll either get a cool job or possibly work on my PhD and be a college professor. That may be cool ‘cuz I’d get summers and holidays off and it wouldn’t be a 9-5 all day job since I’d probably only have a couple of classes I taught so I could still be home for the kids. I’m just hoping my blessing didn’t mean that something horrible is going to happen to Patrick and I’ll have to support the family. I’m leaning towards not as it says I will help supply their needs, implying that someone else will be doing this as well.

So I guess I’m a SAHM because I haven’t found the right job to take me away from my family and because I’m too lazy to look too hard for one…and daycare is expensive….oh yeah and the prophet said my children would benefit from it. I really admire those women who love to be SAHM’s and look forward to the day when they can just have babies and revel in their company. I am not one of those people and I don’t know if I ever will be. But in the mean time I do try to be a good mother even though I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing most of the time having no example but my father to fall back on….and his was not an example one should strive to emulate. So I guess I try to read the blogs of other SAHM’s and listen closely to the other women at church to hear what I should be doing and fight against my instinct to ignore them and do my own thing all day. So any of you SAHM’s whose blog I read, feel free to post about how your day goes to give me a better idea of what a typical SAHM does with her time. :) Hope that answers your question Tammy.

Skip to my Lou

We were having lunch the other day and Isabelle was being crazy. I started singing Skip to my Lou because she kept saying she wanted to 'run and skip and play' (a line from her potty training book). She soon started singing along.

Also, that morning when I came into her room to get her she had managed to find her swimming suit from the top drawer of her dresser, take off her pj's and put it on. She refused to put on real clothes and wore her suit all day.

Our fridge...

My sister just posted a blog about her fridge, so I thought I'd do one too. Here is one of the front (more later).

This is the side of our fridge...there is a petroglyph magnet from Kolob National Park, two church magnets...one with a cool looking leaf on it. An Arizona magnet from the last time we drove to Utah with a thermometer on it. We wanted to see how cold our house was in the winter before we got central air/heat (45-47F). Then there are some "spa" word magnets from Patrick's mom, one with the kids doctors office info, a dominoes coupon/calendar one...a germany castle one holding up some coupons for free pizza and a haircut and one with emergency numbers. The big paper in the middle is our monthly budget. I whited out the numbers...

Here are some pictures Isabelle did in nursery. One magnet is of a Beluga whale we got at the aquarium in Chicago, the other has all of our USAA phone numbers on it.


I really like the front of our fridge just for the cool magnets. Starting from the top left corner, there is a cool square tile-looking magnet from Istanbul that says something in arabic on it (it's the same sign as on all the cool arabic coins my dad has...my opinion for translation is; 'there is but one god and allah is god and muhammed is his prophet'), to the right is a 3-d magnet from the mounds at Cahokia, Ill. The main mound there was one of the tallest man made structures in the world at the time, which is pretty cool, we stopped there on our honeymoon. Below and to the right of this is a can opener magnet from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame museum in Cleveland, OH (also from our honeymoon). These three are holding up appt cards for doctors appts we have coming up. To the left is a landscape magnet from Seattle that we bought at my sisters wedding. It's holding up a poem I wrote for Patrick once shortly after we got married. Below and to the right is a chimpanzee magnet from the Hogle Zoo in SLC, UT.

Now the right side...a beer mug from Heidelberg, Germany, one of the Alamo and Riverwalk from San Antonio, a Minnesota State magnet (not as cool looking...Patrick picked it out by himself). Below this is a magnet from Ireland that we bought. On it there is a sign that says "Guinness is good for you" these were all over Ireland, I thought they were pretty funny. In the middle is James' birth announcement, held up by an Elvis magnet with hinged hips so he dances when the fridge opens. We got this in Memphis on our honeymoon. Lower right corner is a pic of Isabelle held up by a Chicago magnet and lower middle is another church magnet that says; "What manner of Woman ought ye to be?" or something...

On this side is a calendar magnet from the waste collectors telling what day garbage pickup is and when they're moved for holidays. This seems to hold true for mail collection as well so comes in handy when you're not sure.

So there you have it, our fridge. What's on yours?

Cute girl

So you've all heard my stories of how my kids (well Isabelle anyway) don't have hair? Well since my mom cut it in March it's been growing! Today we put it in pigtails for the first time and it looks so cute. Here are some pics so you can see for yourself. :)

Pretty Isabelle

Happy Birthday Grandpa!

Happy Birthday Grandpa! Love two little Thadens.

Baby Thaden in Army Greens for Grandpa's Birthday.

(Sorry the video is so dark, you may have to lighten your screen to see it properly)

Grandma's House

Here are some cute pics from our recent trip to my in-laws in Kansas. :) Isabelle really enjoyed going to see the trains...and we were surprised at how big James had gotten since we last saw Aurora.

Isabelle the conductor...

Is this my stop?

Proud Grandma

This was an actual working train driving by, though you can't tell it's moving in this picture.

Whoa! Almost the same size already! Crazy...Aurora nearly 7 months, James barely 3 months.

Stars and Spit up

Please enjoy this video entertainment :)

When kids learn to speak...

they say the funniest things. Here are a few examples from Isabelle:

We went to the Frank Buck Zoo in Gainesville a few weeks ago. They pipe in music over speakers for some reason and they were playing some sort of Spanish lullaby sounding song. We were looking at the giraffes who were chewing their food (opening and closing their mouths). The food was situated high up a pole next to the loudspeakers (poor deaf giraffes). I asked Isabelle; "Look! See the giraffes?" "yeah" "What are they doing? Are they eating?" to which she replies, "no, it's singing!" I laugh and ask; "the giraffe is singing?" and she grins and says "Yeah!". I look again and see that the giraffe does seem to be moving his lips along to the words...in spanish. It was pretty funny.In the morning we watch lots of cartoons on PBS. One of her favorites is Word World. At our house there is a door from the kitchen opening into our bedroom. I often open this so she can eat her cereal and watch her show at the same time. So the other day she was doing this and I was putting my clothes on in the bedroom. Apparently I was in the way. She said: "Mmmove Mommy! Watching Word World! Move your bum!" I thought that was pretty funny...although apparently my bum is big enough to block out entire television shows. ;)

Last night Patrick was helping Isabelle say our family prayer. He told her to say; "thank you for our house" to which she replied; "thank you for slides". I thought this was hilarious and started laughing, so of course she repeats it several times trying to get me to laugh. It was really, really hard to keep a stern face so she'd move on. But I guess slides are a good thing to be grateful for too.

Growing up, it was not that big of a deal in my house to pass gas. Mom thought it was rude, but most of us would do it anyway. Consequently I am comfortable doing this in front of them. Ironically I am not at all comfortable doing it in front of Patrick and have yet to consciously break wind in his hearing. This is not the same with Isabelle, I feel totally fine doing this in front of her. So the other day I went several times and Isabelle finally looks up at me with an exasperated expression on her face and says; "Stop pooping mommy!" I guess she's inherited her father's sensibilities.

Some not so funny things:

A few weeks ago we finally took down Isabelle's crib and set up her 'big girl bed'. She loves her bed. Every night (and day for that matter) she runs into her room, throws herself on the bed and says; "I love my big girl bed!" What's not so funny is that now she can get out of her bed. I didn't think it would be an issue since she still couldn't open her door. She figured that out the first day. So I started locking it...she figured the lock out the next day. So now she's been coming into our bedroom between 7:30 and 8am everyday. I know you mothers out there with kids that get up at 6am will feel no sympathy, but that is way too freaking early for me. We've since discovered that when mommy gets no sleep she is very short tempered and grumpy and that a grumpy mommy isn't a very nice mommy to be around. I feel bad that I seem to get mad at Isabelle alot more now, but I'm used to getting way more sleep than that. For the past two years we've been getting up at like 11:30, so 7:30 is a big difference.

Isabelle likes to take her diaper off when we put her to bed. I check on her before I got to bed and most nights I find her like this (censored for public viewing):

Which means I have to turn the light on to find her diaper and discarded pj's if I don't want to clean up a big mess in the morning. ..sometimes I'm already too late.

Anther side effect of the big girl bed is naptime. Isabelle has always been really good and consistent about nap time. She went down at the same time every day and slept for nearly three hours. Now I'm not sure when to put her down. For a few days she was getting hysterical crying about 2pm, so I tried putting her down then. It worked once or twice, though she'd only sleep for about an hour and a half rather than three. But the past few days she has refused to go down for a nap, coming out of her room repeatedly for a couple of hours until I give up. She usually passes out on the couch about 6:30 at night on these days. Not a good nap time. Once she was crying, I was feeding the baby and she said; "I'm tired!' to which I replied," then go to bed!" She said; "okay!" and went into her room. After I finished with James I realized I hadn't heard her in awhile so went in to check. This is what I found: Not only had she climbed into bed, but had managed to pull up all the blankets and get her kitty and doggy and fall asleep all by herself. I thought it was awesome she put herself to bed. This has only happened once though. So right now we're still at the no nap stage. Hopefully she'll get over it and this won't be a permanent feature to our day, which is already so much longer with her getting up so early....

And those are the sometimes funny updates from our household. ;)

Birth Announcement

So this is like two months late and still not printed, which means people won't get this in the mail until James is at least three months old at which point a birth announcement seems almost silly, but anyway...here is our birth announcement courtesy of my sister-in-law Becky.

One Word Meme

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
Not as easy as you might think!

1. Where is your cell phone? Husband
2. Your significant other? work
3. Your hair? Down
4. Your mother? teaching
5. Your father? sleeping
6. Your favorite thing? sleep
7. Your dream last night? stressful
8. Your favorite drink? water
9. Your dream/goal? happiness
10. The room you’re in? living
11. Your ex? none
12. Your fear? evil
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? further
14. Where were you last night? couch
15. What you’re not? well
16. Muffins? yes
17. One of your wish list items? skinny
18. Where you grew up? Utah
19. The last thing you did? tie
20. What are you wearing? clothes
21. Your TV? On
22. Your pets? turtle
23. Your computer? old
24. Your life? stressful
25. Your mood? irritated
26. Missing someone? nanny
27. Your car? gone
28. Something you’re not wearing? make-up
29. Favorite Store? amazon
30. Your summer? hot
31. Like someone? eh
32. Your favorite color? green
33. When is the last time you laughed? today
34. Do you cry a lot? no

Before & After

Isabelle recently got a hair cut. This was her first ever hair cut and I waited until my mom was here to do it as I was worried I"d ruin what little hair she had. Isabelle inherited my bald at birth, slow to grow hair gene, which is why it took just over two years of hard growing for her to get enough hair to trim half an inch out of her eyes. Mom also evened up the back a bit and I think she looks way cute. So here she is before, during and after her haircut:

James decided to try and get in on the fun by popping out all of his pretty hair. I was very excited when he was born with, what I thought of as, a full head of hair. But I guess he didn't like being unique and pushed all of his hair out to match his sister. Here he is before and after:

Where did his hair go you ask? Why he rubbed it off in his crib of course:

And here's one more picture for you to admire: Isabelle feeding her new bunny just like mommy:

Don't forget to burp!

Daily (Sunday) Routine

A few of my sisters-in-law are blogging about their daily beauty regime, so I thought I'd join in. On a normal day (ie mon-saturday) when I'm not going out to a church thing or on a date I get up and....that's it. Before bed I use some generic Equate brand "Deep Cleaning Astringent". Also when I shower I use Clean and Clear Blackhead Clearing Scrub...mostly for the exfoliating stuff as I've never had a black head...right out of the shower I use Clean & Clear Oil-Free Dual Action Moisturizer. I think it's funny that all of these people I know use fancy grown up moisturizers like Oil of Olay. I think of that as grown up lotion...since I'm still not an adult in my head I've never considered buying this. Of course now that all of these people I know are using it I'm thinking maybe I should too....aww peer pressure. ;)

So my Sunday/date night make up routine is as follows:

I apply a foundation to my eyes: "Almay Hypo-Allergenic 'Nearly Naked' Touch-Pad Liquid Makeup". I do this because when I got married my friend Margie demonstrated to me that if you don't put on foundation first, then color of your makeup doesn't stick/show up as well...so I put some on my eyelids.

Next I use either my "Almay Intense Color" eye shadow for brown eyes or some pink shadow from a ginormous thing of makeup my mom gave me for Christmas about six years ago...called "Markwins Presents". I think it was intended for prepubescent teenage girls rather than serious makeup appliers, but I use it anyway. Side note: although it seems I"m devoted to Almay products I think this is really just what my friend Margie told me to get for my wedding and I haven't bought anything new yet...yes my makeup is almost all at least four years old. Moving on.

Eyeliner: Revlon Colorstay Eyeliner "Black/brown" on the top and Covergirl Brow and Eye Markers Pencil on the bottom.

Mascara: Almay Intense i-Color in Brown Topaz....it came with the Brown Eye's make up stuff my eyeshadow is from.

Cover up: I spot cover two red spots I have on my cheek and any other 'problems' as needed with Lancome Paris coverup in Ivoire. I got this at the Lancome counter where I got a makeover before I got married to see what kind of makeup to use for the wedding...if I spent $25 I got a free gift, so Margie and the counter girl said the coverup was the best buy.

Powder: L'Oreal Translucide Loose Powder in "Translucent" I use this more to cover the cover up then anything else...

Blush: Revlon Smooth-On Blush

Lipstick: Lancome Rouge Sensation in Henne...this was part of the free gift with purchase I mentioned.

So there you have my makeup routine...I'm sure I should probably replace all of my way old makeup and that I maybe do stuff in the wrong order or something, but that's what I learned and I haven't updated. I tried the L'Oreal Bare Naturale Foundation stuff, but it felt too thick and I had to use soap to get it off. This makeup all comes off with a damp cloth, except for the eyeliner which I actually have to use makeup remover for.

Oh and my hair product of the moment is Garnier Fructis Style "Curl Shaping Spray Gel". I put it on after a shower and scrunch my hair then let it air-dry. Sometimes I spritz a little extra on after it's dry to tame frizzy's but that's it. I used to use a really nice conditoner spray type stuff from...some company that starts with a P...it's in a white bottle...I can't remember...oh wait! Pantene Pro-V, that was it...anyway but then they stopped making it...jerks. So I've been exploring other avenues. The Garnier Fructis stuff has been working so far, but I'm open to change.

Isabelle Video

Like Father, Like Son

Which one is which?

Tagged

4 Jobs I’ve had:
-Telemarketor
-Usher/House Manager for Browning Center for the Performing Arts
-Office Assistant for Psychology Dept at WSU

-Secretary at TWU

4 Movies I watch over and over:
-Princess Bride
-Goonies
-Labrynth
-Indiana Jones Series

4 Places I have lived:
-Cedar City, UT
-Ogden, Ut (Dorms then Apartment)
-Denton, TX (Apt, Apt, House, House)
-Only lived in three towns...

4 TV shows I watch:
-Bones
-Smallville
-Supernatural
-Lost

4 Places I have been:
-Germany
-Ireland
-France
-Turkey

4 People who e-mail me regularly:
-Dad
-thadengroups msgs
-Babycenter weekly updates
-Tearese

4 Favorite things to eat:
-Cheesecake
-Albertsons Chocolate Chip Cookies
-BBQ
-Pasta

4 Places I’d rather be:
-With Patrick when he has had plenty of sleep and doesn't need to be anywhere/get anything done...a very rare occurance.
-Alone with no babies to take care of.
-Ireland w/o kids
-With family

4 Things I look forward to this year:
-Mom coming to visit on Thursday
-Family Reunion in July
-Umm..Christmas?
-Reading all the new books coming out in various series

4 People to tag:
-Tearese
-Margie
-Josh
-Dave

60 Things You May Not Know About Me

I stole this from a girls blog that I read. Sorry if you were hoping for baby-related updates, my brain is too frazzled to type coherently without a format. ;)



1. What is in the back seat of your car right now?
The base for the baby's carseat, Isabelle's toddler seat, some random metal/armour bits that Patrick hasn't cleaned out and Patricks work jacket.

2. When was the last time you threw up?
About six weeks ago when I got a 12 hour stomach bug. I was 38 weeks pregnant....when I was 38 weeks pregnant with Isabelle I got a really nasty bug and threw up 10 times in as many hours. It sucked. I'm hoping this trend doesn't continue with my subsequent pregnancies.

3. What's your favorite curse word?
Freak'n A...I know it's stupid, I don't know why I say it. One of my roommates my freshman year of college said it alot so I guess that's where I get it.

4. Name 3 people who made you smile today?
Patrick, Isabelle, and James...I don't really see anyone else.

5. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?
Sleeping...like any sane person that doesn't have a job was...or any lazy person that doesn't have a job.

6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Getting Isabelle out of bed and dressed.

7. What will you be doing 3 hours from now?
Feeding Isabelle and the baby and preparing to put Isabelle down for her nap.

8. Have you ever been to a strip club?
No

9. What is the last thing you said aloud?
Umm..."You love the blue train?" Isabelle is watching a show...

10. What is the best ice cream flavor?
Depends on the day...strawberry cheesecake ice cream is good....and english toffee...cookies and cream, mint chocolate chip.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink?
Water

12. What are you wearing right now?
Maternity jeans (still don't fit into my regular ones) and grey maternity shirt...*sigh*

13. What was the last thing you ate?
Cold Peach Crisp last night before bed.

14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
Nope...I dont' want to buy fat clothes.

15. When was the last time you ran?
I don't recall.

16. What's the last sporting event you watched?
I think I watched some ice skating on tv a few months ago...but not the whole 'event'

17????
This question seems to have dissappeared.

18. Who is the last person you emailed?
Probably my dad. He emails everyday.

19. Ever go camping?
Sometimes...I think the last time was over New Years break four years ago.

20. Do you have a tan?
No...I don't tan, I burn and freckle.

21-23 are missing too...

24. Do you drink your soda from a straw?
Yes...otherwise there are too many bubbles for me to handle.

25. What did your last IM say?
I don't remember...Margie do you?

26. Are you someone's best friend?
I think so...

27. What are you doing tomorrow?
Nothing....feeding the babies...watching tv...same thing I do everyday.

28. Where is your mom right now?
In Cedar City, UT probably getting ready to go home for lunch.

29. Look to your left, what do you see?
A window looking out on our front yard and busy street....and a very very messy desk that I clean occassionally and Patrick manages to clutter back up within hours of cleaning...thus the only occassional cleaning...whats the point really?

30. What color is your watch?
Black

31. What do you think of when you think of Australia?
Kangaroos...Steve Irwin..Bonfires with Fosters beer on the beach...really tan guys with leather hats and cool accents.

32. Would you consider plastic surgery?
Probably not it's too expensive and people would probably make fun of me...although I wouldn't mind straightening my nose.

33. What is your birthstone?
Aquamarine...it's ugly.

34. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?
Usually drive through.

35.How many kids do you want?
Four or Five. Here's why: You can't have just one, they'd be lonely. You can't have just two 'cuz they may hate each other, you can't have just three because you know the two would gang up on the one...so you have to have at least four. There's five in my family, so that's kind of what I was thinking.

36. Do you have a dog?
No. Dogs are of the devil. ;) They're nasty and I don't understand why people have them in their house. Of course I'm very very allergic, so this may color my opinion.

37. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My visiting teaching partner. She called me yesterday and asked me to go to Enrichment with her. I didn't want to , but I did anyway 'cuz I'm nice like that.

38. Have you met anyone famous?
I met Billy Idol once...it was awesome.

39. Any plans today?
I was thinking of going to get an allergy shot since they'll be closed Monday, but I decided against it. That was pretty much the extent of my plans...oh and to update my blog...and maybe email my sister-in-law to see if she will let Isabelle come and play with her kids. That's it.

40. How many states have you lived in?
Two. Utah and Texas. Patrick finds this amusing.

41. Ever go to college?
Yeah a couple of times. ;) I have an AA in general studies, a BA in Anthropology and an MA in Applied Anthropology.

42. Where are you right now?
In my living room at the computer desk.

43. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?
My two babies...they need so much attention...'mommy feed me! I need to be burped! Change my diaper! I'm crying for no discernable reason...fix it!'

44. Last song listened to?
Theme song to Jay Jay the Jet Plane. It's sad, but I have these songs in my head most of the time. I think by the fifth baby I will have gone completely insane.

No 45 either...

46. Are you allergic to anything?
Yes. All grass except Bermuda, cottonwood trees, cedar trees, hackberry trees, ragweed, pollen, all animals with hair, fur or feathers, HAY (which is a grass), mold, dust mites...

47. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?
My old ratty fake-o motorcycle boots. They are falling apart and I really need some new ones...maybe some that are actually made of leather this time?

48. Are you jealous of anyone?
Sometimes I'm jealous of single people with no family obligations, but not usually.

No 49...

50. Is anyone jealous of you?
Who ISN"T jealous of me!? ;)

51. What time is it? 2:02 pm...I started this at around 12:15, but had to go feed the babies.

52. Do any of your friends have children?
Most of them...all of my 'church' friends....come to think of it I only have two or three friends that don't have kids...but I don't really socialize with them that much anymore...not because of the kid thing though. At least I don't think that's why...

53. Do you eat healthy?
Not really. Maybe that's why I'm still in my maternity clothes..

54. What do you usually do during the day?
Check email/blogs, watch PBS shows with Isabelle, feed her and the baby...read...nap. That's about it.

55. Do you hate anyone right now? .
No...I don't think I have really hated anyone...hate is a very strong word. I've disliked several people though.

56. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
No. I say Hi to Isabelle alot though, does that count?

57. What are your feelings on chocolate?
Chocolate is very, very good...and probably pure evil. ;)

58. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
Well, I just had a birthday, so almost an entire year from now I will be 28. I'm getting old.

59. Have you ever been to Six Flags?
No...but I live real close to one. Everytime an opportunity to go has come up I've either been pregnant or saddled with a very young infant and thus either not able to go on the rides or forced to trade off with Patrick or whoever... Plus it's way expensive.

60. How did you get one of your scars?
Biopsy on my stomach. The stupid dermatologist did three different biopsies to identify Excema...you'd think that was common enough she could ID it right off....now I have a huge circular scar on my stomach...not that I'd be showing anyone my stomach anyway with all of my baby stretch marks, but it's still annoying.


So there you have it. 60 (54) things you may not have known about me. :)

James' Story

So we left our house Tuesday night around 7:30 to go eat and drop off Isabelle before we had to check at the hospital. We went to IHOP where I couldn’t eat very much since the baby had decided to spend his last few hours on top of my stomach, making it impossible to eat more than half of my sandwich (so sad). After dinner we took Isabelle to Tammy’s house and were very happy to see her totally relaxed and enjoying the whole situation. I had been telling her she was going to sleep over and by the time we got there she was very excited and kept saying; “Sleepover a Tammy’s YAY!” So we hung out chatting for a bit and finally left Isabelle, who didn’t seem to care that we were leaving at all, and headed back up to Denton. We pulled into the parking lot at just past 10pm and slowly made our way up to maternity. I had been dragging my heels and suggesting that we just don’t show up…I asked Patrick if he thought they’d call to see where we were and he said no. This made me a little miffed…what if we were in an accident? But I can understand that the staff at the hospital is not going to check and make sure everyone scheduled to come in actually shows up. So we made it up to the labor and delivery desk, me feeling stupid the entire way….what were we doing at the hospital anyway? It’s not like I was in labor…I kept thinking everyone would look at us weird as we come strolling up to the desk to have a baby rather then hunched over in pain. But they just asked for my name, checked me off a list and led me straight to a room…the same room we were in the first time we checked in to have Isabelle (before they sent me home). They don’t have that many rooms, so I guess that wasn’t too weird, but it still seemed funny to me. It was also strange because it was a mirror set-up of the room where we actually delivered, so everything seemed backwards to me from the way I remembered.
So I get changed and they hook me up to monitor me for a bit. First they have to check my cervix, which is still very far back and only a ‘loose’ one. They inform me that I’m actually having contractions about every ten minutes or so, but they’re very mild…I thought that was nice as it seemed to mean I would have been there soon on my own anyway. So the nurse, Nicole, tells me that they’ll insert a pill thing right up next to my cervix that will help it ripen. She says they can insert one every four hours, up to four times and then they’ll have to start me on pitocin. She says that she doubts I’ll need more then one or two of the inserts since I’m so far along. So she sticks it up there and Patrick and I settle in to watch an episode of the TV show Bones on the laptop that we brought. After the show we decide to sleep. I woke up to use the facilities once or twice and noticed that the contractions were picking up. By 2:30 they were every two red lines (…this was confusing ‘cuz the monitor seemed to be recording them differently then I remembered so it was hard to understand times and such) and were hurting. Not to the point that I was squirming or anything, but they did hurt. So when the nurse came in to check me a little after 3am I informed her of this. She had told me to let her know when I noticed a ‘difference’ in them….whether they hurt more or were more regular or what. She knew I wanted an epidural, but I couldn’t get one until I was dilated to at least a four, so she said there was another drug called Nuvane(?) I could have until I was dilated enough to get the epidural. So I told her they hurt and she monitored me for another twenty minutes before getting my drugs. She said (I think…or maybe I figured this out later?) that since they were progressing so well I didn’t need another insert. So at 3:30 she gave me the shot of Nuvane…two minutes later I felt it kick in as my insides were suddenly jittery and my lips seemed to go numb. She kept telling me I needed to close my eyes and relax to let it work. So I did…apparently this drug is a narcotic similar to the Ambien they gave me last time. It didn’t really seem to do anything for the pain…what it did was cause me to fall instantly asleep (quite unwillingly most times) the second a contraction stopped….I was dreaming in cartoons and all sorts of weird things… around 5am (I think, I managed to make myself stay awake long enough to see the clock across the room) the contractions were really hurting. The nurse came in to check on me…I noticed because my moaning kept making me more alert. Sidenote: I do not moan dramatically when I am in pain…especially where people can hear me. I may do it if only Patrick is there, but no where else. The drugs made it very hard for me to consciously control the way I was handling the pain of the contractions. I did not like this at all. I think if I hadn’t been drugged up it wouldn’t have been so bad. Moving on.

It was at this point when I asked when I could get an epidural and she told me of the 4 centimeters thing. She offered to check but I said to just forget it since I was sure I hadn’t progressed that far (I didn’t say this as eloquently as that since I was, as I said, totally drugged up and out of it…I now wish I would have let her check me at that point). So she left. The next two hours are a blur of pain to me…I remember being in complete agony when the contractions came and being sure that there must be something they could do to fix it. I wanted to ask the nurse to check me and make sure I was okay, I wanted to ask if there was anything they could give me to counteract the stupid Nuvane, I wanted Patrick to come over and check on me and I wanted, oh so desperately wanted, an epidural. The problem was that with the drugs in my system I would instantly fall asleep once the contraction ended…oh I would dream that I called to Patrick (well I think I may have for real once or twice, but he didn’t hear me) and I would dream that I talked to the nurse, but then I would wake up and realize that it was just a dream. The drugs made it so I couldn’t look at the clock/monitor to gauge how long the contractions were lasting (to give me an idea of when it would stop) or to see how close they were. When I was in the grips of a contraction and semi-lucid I was unable move at all, much less speak and felt that if I made any sort of major motion I would throw up. By 7am I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure in my nether regions with each contraction and I was sure that the baby was going to come out on its own if I didn’t call someone. I finally managed to fight pass the drugs and push the nurse call button on the bed. When they came on I asked if someone could come and check me please. In came my new nurse (shrift change) who was nine months pregnant herself (I found out later, she wasn’t that big) and said cheerily; “Is it time?” I managed to gasp out; “I want an epidural!” So she came over to check me and exclaimed that I was at a seven and she’d call the anesthesiologist right away. I collapsed with relief (very momentarily) and Patrick woke up and came to see how I was doing. I was unable to talk to him at all…or the nurse really…until I realized that the effort of calling and moving onto my back to be examined had pushed me over the edge and I was going to puke. I said; “I’m going to throw up!” and they got me a bag. A contraction or two later I puked and lost control of my bladder all at the same time…wonderful fun that! ;)
So now I’m curled up on my side with a death grip on the railing and another barf bag clutched in my hand. I very rarely opened my eyes (again stupid drugs) and was only really conscious for each contraction. Inside I was totally freaking out not only from the lack of control the drugs had given me, but also from the utter certainty that the anesthesiologist would not get there in time and I would have to deliver without drugs. If I had planned on this eventuality and had nine months to prepare myself with pain techniques or whatever it wouldn’t have been so bad. But I was scared to death that I’d have to push him out all on my own with no preparation at all. My doctor came in at one point and tried to talk to me…she said; “How are you doing?” and I managed to shake my head slightly. Then she asked; “Just waiting for your epidural?” and I nodded just as slightly. She then left to go to a meeting and said to call her when it was time. Finally, finally a freaking hour and a half later, the epidural guy came. After a huge ordeal (for me with my contractions, drugs, and pulled leg muscles) to get me on the side of the bed and curled over a pillow, the doctor kept trying to ask me questions; how tall are you? I could whisper out 5’6, but the nurse had to tell him…he asked me something else too, but I don’t remember. Anyway, so I’m bent over the pillow and he’s saying things like; oh it’s going to be cold….you’re going to feel some scratching…there will be some pressure, here it comes…watch your hair, I don’t want to get it in the tape…. In my head I was screaming at him to get on with it, but couldn’t say anything for real. The nurse finally informed him that she didn’t think I cared much at this point and I managed to nod in agreement. So he finally gets it in and I lay back. A few minutes later the pain in my back is nearly gone, but I can still feel the pressure with every contraction. However I can talk at this point and they said it was normal and that may not go away. I asked how long before the Nuvane was out of my system (it’s now about 8:30/9am) and the nurse said it should be almost gone at this point. Patrick comes back in and I manage to get some rest.
About 10am the nurse comes back in to check me and says we’re ready to go and she’ll call Caren to come back over. I think the drugs were mostly gone at this point and I was feeling much better despite the pressure. Just before Caren comes in the nurse asks if it’s okay for some highschool students to come in and observe the birth. I thought this was weird, but she said I could say no if I wanted. I asked if they were boys or girls and she said they were both girls so I said they could. Finally Caren shows up and I start pushing at 10:20. Pushing wasn’t much fun since the epidural only worked well on my right side. Up to this point I had been lying on my left to let gravity help the drugs work over there, but was now on my back. This meant that I was slowly but surely getting the feeling back in my left side…not fun. So I pushed and pushed….at the end it hurt to push (not that bad compared to before, but I still felt cheated since I shouldn’t feel any pain with my epidural) but I did anyway. The baby came out at 10:50 am. When he did I felt an enormous release of pressure from my stomach that I hadn’t realized I had been feeling for months by this point. The placenta came out a minute later and I again felt a release of pressure. I thought that was interesting since I didn’t even notice the placenta come out last time. Anyway, so they took the baby to be cleaned (per my instruction, I don’t want icky baby on my stomach fresh out of the womb…) and weighed. I was a little concerned since he didn’t cry right away, but it was okay after a second. He had (and still does kind of) a deep growly kind of cry that the nurses all thought was cute. They took him over to be weighed and informed me that he was 9lbs, 10.7 oz. To which I exclaimed; ‘Freak’n A!” Everyone thought this was hilarious…’cuz normal people don’t say stuff like that I guess…just us Mormons from Utah. So Caren sews me up and is concerned I won’t be able to urinate because of the location of the tear ( I could, it was fine). They bring the baby over and tell me I should try to nurse him in the next hour or so. Then they all leave.
So I nursed the baby…they came back in and were so impressed that he could breastfeed already. This confused me since they were the ones that told me to do it. Why would they tell me to if they didn’t think he could? Anyway, they took him to be checked out and Patrick left to go run some errands. The nurse wanted me to be able to use the restroom before moving rooms, which meant waiting for the epidural to wear off. Finally around 2pm she decided to just stick in a catheter and empty my bladder. After that I was wheeled off to my room for recovery. A bit later…quite a bit later actually…I was getting concerned since the last time I was there the nurses had been very strict about the fact that I HAD to feed the baby AT LEAST every three hours. By the time she brought him to me it had been 4 ½ hours since his last feeding, so I thought that was weird. She told me I could have the baby with me the whole time except at shift change when they needed all the babies in the nursery to be checked. She also said that they had changed the rule about having to be awake if the baby was in the room. I thought that was great since it was a stupid and unrealistic rule, she agreed. So she left me with the baby and I fed him again then hung out for awhile until Patrick came back…around 7:30pm… My friend Margie came to visit at about 7:15, which was nice. Patrick had called to let me know Isabelle was doing well and that Tammy had offered to watch her another night for us. I thought that was wonderful since I had changed my mind about Patrick not having to stay over with me and really wanted him there that night. He stayed over, we had food and watched a show…the next day he left early to work on getting the furnace all hooked up at home. I spent the whole day by myself unsure about when I was checking out, which the nurses kept asking. They also kept reassuring me that I didn’t HAVE to check out, but I needed to let them know if I was staying. Finally around 7 Patrick and Tammy came. Isabelle did really well at Tammy’s house and didn’t even seem to miss us. She thought the baby was cool, but didn’t care much about us. I got dressed and we checked out, getting home a little after 8pm…about six hours later then I was thinking we’d be coming home, but oh well. Patrick had managed to get everything set up with the furnace so we were able to have heat last night, which was nice.
So in conclusion, I didn't mind being induced...well I still would rather go into labor myself any day, but it wasn't that bad. However, I really, really hated the drugs they gave me and next time I will just tough out the contractions until I can get my epidural. That way I can at least know when they are coming and can watch the clock knowing when they will end rather than feeling totally out of control. The End.

Big Night

So tonight's the night. Despite all of my efforts in walking and unnecessary bending over and cleaning things, I have not gone into labor yet and will be checking in tonight at 10pm to be induced. I'm hoping that it's not too traumatic. I'm trying to psych myself up by saying that it will be just like last time, only without the three days of labor preceding when we checked into the hospital. So that's a good thing right? I was also toying with the idea of just not showing up, but then when I do finally go into labor, who knows if my doctor can be there or not. This way I at least know that she should be the one to deliver me, so that's a comfort. After several babysitter sickness crises, we're back to our original sitter for Isabelle. I'm hoping Isabelle has fun sleeping over at her cousins house and doesn't cry hysterically for two hours when they put her to bed....like she kind of did when we visited my sister and she was alone in a strange place. I also hope she doesn't randomly aquire a dog allergy while there and get sick. She hasn't shown any inclination to do so before this so I doubt that will happen. So yeah, I guess we're having a baby tomorrow. That seems so wierd. I've felt really detached from this whole pregnancy, as if it's all just pretend. I was thinking maybe it was because I had Isabelle to take care of everyday and so I wasn't thinking too much about the new baby. But now I'm thinking maybe I felt this way about Isabelle too...like she was just an abstract idea of a person until after she was born. I'm hoping this baby becomes much more real after he's born so I don't treat him differently or anything. I don't know about boy babies....babies are girls in my head...although I'm told they're just like girl babies, only they can pee farther, so we'll see. Okay well next update will have pictures and hopefully a good story to go with them. Wish me luck!

Pocket Rosies...

The other day Isabelle randomly came up to me and started asking for "pocket rosies," I finally figured out she meant she wanted to play Ring Around the Rosies. We had never done this before, so I'm assuming she learned it in nursery at church. Anyway, she's an old pro now, as evidenced by this video. :)

No baby news to report. I'm going in for a non-stress test tomorrow (40 wks) to make sure the 'fetus is still thriving' and then they're going to schedule me to be induced sometime next week. I'm guessing Wednesday as I'll be 41 weeks then, but it could depend on when my doctor is on call, so who knows. I'm hoping the stinker will just come out by himself and not try to be a month late like his daddy was. ;)

Baby Dreams

I had a dream last night that I ran into my old friend Eden. She was hanging out at my house (which was my parents house) and we were supposed to be recording Gilmore Girls (which was actually Charmed) for her mom while she and her sister were out. It was a new season where at the end the sisters all merge into one person. We agreed that the ending where they all got married and had careers and kids was better. Anyway, the baby started kicking and I went to look in the mirror to show her how you could see his feet. When we looked, you really could see his feet (very obvious feet outlines....and hands)! Then I noticed that if I stood at the right angle under the red light (?) you could actually see into my stomach and see the whole baby. I could see that he was playing with a doll I had put in there for him to play with (don't ask me how I did that). I thought it was sweet that he liked it...then I noticed he was pulling the pacifier out of the dolls mouth and trying to suck on it. This worried me since it was too small and a choking hazard. So I reached in (not up my you know what, but just in through my stomach somehow...took out the baby and took the pacifier from him. But then when I tried to put him back in there was no way he was going to fit back in the hole, which was rapidly shrinking. So then I told Eden she would have to drive me to the hospital. She didn't like this idea since she didn't know how to drive. It took a long time to gather all my stuff and when we got outside her mom and sister were there and said they'd drive us. They started driving before I got the carseat all buckled in, much less myself, which really annoyed me. Then when we got to the hospital, they wouldn't listen to me when I told them where maternity was and we ended up wandering through the halls looking for it. No one offered to carry anything so I was lugging this huge baby in the carrier (he was HUGE, at least 20 lbs, with blond hair and really close set blue eyes...and everyone kept calling him Eric....I later realized that I think he was supposed to be the Aaron baby from Lost that is way too big for a supposed two month old)....anyway so I was lugging the baby and my bags and my back hurt and no one was helping me. We finally found maternity and I was like; I just had this baby like 40 minutes ago (plunking him on the counter) what am I supposed to do? They were all amazed...especially when I said how he just came out...no contractions, no pushing, no viscera...at this point I was sure something was wrong since that's not how you have babies....and he was fully clothed and huge....and not crying...and didn't look at all like me or Patrick or a newborn. Then I woke up. I decided that him 'just coming out' was not a good idea and I was not comfortable having the baby by myself....without medical personnel assuring me everything was okay. I also hope he's not ginormous with blond hair and close set eyes....and I hope his name isn't Eric, 'cuz I don't like that name. Okay that's all.

Book Meme

I stole this from my sister, who stole it from someone else.
Here are the rules:

1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.


Book: "Heroic Armor of the Italian Rennaissance: Fillipo Negrolli and his Contemporaries"
Metropolitan Museum of Art


"It appears instead to have been inspired by a popular form of armor worn since the late fourteenth century throughout the Islamic world, notably in Iran, Turkey, and the Mamluk kingdom in Syria and Egypt. The torso defense was fashioned as a short-sleeved jacket opening down the front and constructed of vertical rows of lamellae (small plates) connected by mail, a type of armor that was fairly lightweight, well ventilated, and flexible and that required less time and skill in the forging of the small lames than European armors constructed of large, anatomically shaped plates. Closely related to these Islamic examples is the Russian bekhter, another close-fitting mail-and-plate armor in which the plates are smaller, more numerous, and more compact, with the closing at the sides rather than down the front."

Can you believe that was only three sentences? Crazy huh. If you haven't guessed our computer is over by all of Patricks work stuff, so his are the closest books. I'm not going to tag anyone either, but if you want to do this feel free. :)

Also: 39 weeks, 1 day and no sign of baby yet. Isabelle says he'll come tomorrow, but my body isn't giving any indication if that's the case. I'm thinking he's going to be late like she was so we still have two weeks...which sucks. Oh well.

The End is in Sight!!

First of all, let me just say thanks to those of you who voted on the name poll...and to those of you who haven't let me say; "There's still time!"
Now on to better news. I'm 38 wks today and when I went to the doctor for my checkup she said that my inner cervix was dilated to a 2 and the outer was at a fingertip (ie 1). I have never heard of the cervix referred to as an inner vs. an outer. Anyone out there have a clue what that means? I mean I'm assuming it means the front of the 'tunnel' is a one and the back is a 2...but if that's true, then how did she get past the one to check the 2? Anyway, so any insight you moms of many have would be nice. Last pregnancy there was not a thing going on down there at 38 wks. At 40 wks the doctor said I was 'maybe' a fingertip dilated. When I went into the hospital for the first time (at 40 wks 6 days) and was sent home I was dilated to a 2. The next afternoon when I saw the doctor I was a 3 and that evening when I went in for real it was at 5. So maybe this means I'll have the baby soon? I hope so....well relatively speaking anyway.
Patrick's good friend in Louisianna is getting re-baptized this Saturday and has asked Patrick to be the one to perform the honors. He agreed and is planning to drive down there (possibly with Isabelle) Friday night, baptize him Saturday and then drive home Sunday morning. It's only a five hour drive, so if I do go into labor, chances are good I won't have had the baby before he gets home...unless I go super duper fast or something. But it's a little worrying just the same. I also have my baby shower this Saturday morning and there were a lot of last minute preparations and stress that people have gone through to make it happen so I'd feel bad if I missed it. So the soonest the baby can come is Sunday night. (You still good to watch Isabelle Tammy?) He can also come anytime after Sunday, but preferably sometime next week, not the following. Okay that's it for the update. :)

Name Poll - Please Respond!

Okay so I only have three weeks before this baby is due (I'm hoping it will come in two) and we're still no closer to choosing a name. So I was wondering if you could all answer this question along with your reasons if any...and tell your friends so they'll answer too! Which name do you like better and why:

1) James Patrick Thaden


2) William Patrick Thaden


I like both of them and can think of good and bad reasons to use either one, but what do you think? Inquiring minds want to know!

Which Jane Austen Heroine are you?

I stole this from my sisters blog. I haven't read much Austen, so I don't really know anything about this person...

Take the Quiz here!

"You are Marianne Dashwood of Sense & Sensibility! You are impulsive, romantic, impatient, and perhaps a bit too brutally honest. You enjoy romantic poetry and novels, and play the pianoforte beautifully. To boot, your singing voice is captivating. You feel deeply, and love passionately."

Hmm...

Video?

I've heard that the video links we send people sometimes don't open or take a really long time. So I thought I'd see if blogger would somehow load them faster. If it doesn't or if this really slows down your computer, let me know. I know some blogs that I've been to with videos as an entry really make my computer sluggish until their site is totally loaded...which takes about 3-4 times the normal amount of time. So if it does that, let me know and I"ll take it down. :) But if it works better than I'll upload more.

It just keeps getting bigger...

So I know I suck at updating...sorry. I just never feel like I have anything to contribute. We went to Utah for Christmas, it was fun, but my sister blogged about it so I didn't think I had much to add. Isabelle was very sick, but got everyone else even more sick after we left...we're talking doctors, ER, unable to breathe, etc... It made me glad she seems to have inherited Patrick's strong constitution and doesn't get too sick over anything. In my head I was looking forward to our trip to Utah followed by having the baby. Unfortunately it doesn't quite work like that and I still have at least three weeks left, assuming he comes on time and not a week late like Isabelle. I have been way more uncomfortable with this pregnancy (backaches, sideaches, pulled leg muscles which refuse to heal, contractions if I walk for more then two minutes, gigantor stomach, etc..) not to mention I have to chase Isabelle around this time. So rather than blog about how much pregnancy sucks, I've abstained and saved you all the constant rant. Anyway, so I still have three weeks and it seems like forever. I keep thinking I should do stuff to prepare, like get out the cradle and such, but then it seems silly to get it out and have it sit empty for weeks while Isabelle claims it as her toy before the baby gets here. I mean honestly I could get it out at the first signs of labor and still have time to sit around before the baby came. I figured out last night that from my first real contraction (ie lasted 20+ seconds, was followed by more at regular intervals) to delivery, I was in labor with Isabelle for 58.5 hours. I read that second babies are much faster, coming in as much as half the time. That's great, but it still means I probably have at least 29 hrs of labor to look forward to. So I could totally wait to get my hospital bag together, get the cradle out etc... I probably won't, just in case it only lasts 30 minutes or something insane like that, but I could.

Isabelle will be two years old on Sunday. That's crazy that she's so big already. I'll probably post some birthday stuff after this weekend. Until then here are some pictures of my ever expanding midsection. :)
12 wks

16 wks

20 wks

24 wks

28 wks

32wks

36wks



Okay I know some of you are shaking your heads and saying...she's not THAT big, I don't know what her problem is. Well I feel like I'm THAT big, so I think that counts...and I'm already 23lbs heavier then I was when I delivered Isabelle so that says something...maybe that I like chocolate too much...hmmm. Anyway, it's very depressing. I don't know whether to hope for a 10 lb baby like Christine or to dread pushing out something that big. Given our family history I doubt it will be that big...I was 7lbs 8oz and Patrick was just over 9lbs, but a month overdue. Isabelle was 8lbs 1oz, so I figure this one will be about that. Okay that's all. :)

Which Harry Potter Character are YOU?

Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

Yep, I was an INTJ the last time I took this kind of test too. Hmmm...me and Snape? I can live with that. :)