It's official... I'm attached!

I am officially completely 100% attached to little Kaylee bug! Don't get me wrong, I loved her the first time I saw her but I guess because of all of the pain I was in and not being physically able to take care of her I felt some kind of separation. But now, thankfully, I am a lot closer to being completely recovered from the whole birthing experience and I'm finally able to get up and take care of her. I'm so excited about this because only a about week ago Daniel and mom were having to pick my legs up to put them on the couch because I couldn't lift them. I have a feeling she is going to be spoiled because I can't stand to put her down in her bed when she is still awake and leave the room. Even though she doesn't cry I feel like she has to be lonely so I go back and pick her up and hold her until she falls asleep.

In other GREAT news... when I came home from the hospital I weighed exactly the same as I did when I went in... but within the past 9 days I've lost 43 pounds!!! Yes people... I was

S-W-O-L-L-E-N! I now even weigh 8 lbs less than I did when I got pregnant! I feel like I'm probably jinxing myself but I can't help it! It's amazing when you lose 5lbs or more overnight... seriously...where does it go? Nevermind... I don't care... as long as it keeps disappearing I'm fine with it!

I don't know why but I just think it's adorable when she puts her little feet together like this! One of her favorite places to be is in her car seat... in the car... on a bumpy North Carolina road(which pretty much covers every road in the state). She can never stay awake!

First trip outside of the house as a family!

Yesterday Daniel, mom, Kaylee and I all went to the mall to have Kaylee's first pictures made. This was the first time that Daniel and I had taken Kaylee out together. Saturday mom and I took her to Walmart with us and just our luck, it started pouring down right when we got there. We unloaded Kaylee at the front door and I waited inside for mom to park the car. I was standing right beside the alarm sensor things and someone kept setting them off but Kaylee never woke up! She did really good while we were in the store and slept the whole time.

Sunday we had an appointment at the portrait studio in JcPenney's. When we got into the mall Kaylee had a wet diaper and started crying. We got her changed and fed her and she calmed down and was surprisingly awake. She did very good at the photo studio and once we were finished we walked out into the mall to buy me some new flip-flops and then headed back to the car. Mom took Daniel and I out to eat at our favorite restaurant, Firebirds, for our birthday. Kaylee slept the whole time we were there. Here we are both stuffed, tired and ready to go to bed:

picture day !!!

well today we got to take little kaylee to her first little photo shoot at jcpennys. its fun to get her dressed and get to put her in the car and take her for rides. but back to the pictures, she went to the mall and she was so good, she cried a little when we got there but it was only because of a wet diaper but once we got that changed we went to get her pics made. she did so good just laying there posing for the camera and being cute as a button. i even got to get in on a few of them. she did make some very cute pictures that i just cant wait to show to everyone.

Kaylee's Birth Story

On Wednesday August 12, 2009 @ 2:36 pm my little Kaylee was born. I wanted to write down all I can remember about the whole process so that one day I can show little Kaylee just what all I went through to get her out of me! Just a fair warning... this is going to be long.

On Monday, the night before my scheduled induction, my mom, grandma and brother came up and went out to eat with Daniel and I for supper. Afterwards we went home to play with the dogs and ended up not getting into bed until around 12:30 am. Of course, I really couldn't sleep and with having to wake up at 3:30 am I only ended up with around an hour and 30 minutes worth of sleep. My mom got to our house around the same time to follow us to the hospital. We got to the hospital just before 4:30 am. They told us to sit in the waiting room while they were getting our room ready. Finally, at 6:00 am we were able to go back to the delivery room and get started. The first disappointment of the day was my first cervix check. At my last OB appointment the Friday before the induction I was told my cervix was 50% effaced and at 2cm. When the doctor on call came in to check my cervix he said I was only 1cm dilated and not effaced AT ALL! This was extra disappointing considering the fact that I'd been having painful contractions all weekend. At that point I was offered several options... 1. to continue on with the plan of going straight to pitocin to get my contractions going... 2. have a tablet of cervidil placed by my uterus to help it continue to soften and hopefully get the effacement going... or 3. take part in a new trial research study using a ribbon that is inserted around the bottom of your uterus to do basically the same thing as the cervidil, get the effacement going but hopefully working quicker. The doctor's outlook wasn't that great, saying it would most likely take all day to get me into labor( getting to 4cm dilated) and then another 12-16 hours possibly after that of active labor to get that baby out of there! We decided to stick to the plan of using pitocin to get things going.

The first nurse I had (from 7am Tuesday morning to 7am Tuesday night) was great in explaining everything to us and just being very friendly. By 8 am I was hooked up to the pitocin and was having contractions that were about 3-4 minutes apart. I wasn't allowed to really walk around except to go the the bathroom or I could stand beside the bed just as long as I had my contraction and fetal heart rate monitor plugged in. The doctor wanted the contractions to have 2 minutes in between them and every time the pitocin was increased they would become 2 minutes apart but then slowly slow down to 3 minutes apart causing them to have to increase the pitocin again. At 12:00 the nurse checked my cervix for me and I had dilated to 2.5 cm and was starting to efface. I had been doing fine with laying in the bed dealing with the contractions without pain meds in the beginning but the contractions kept getting more and more intense to the point where I had to finally just get out of the bed and stand there just to deal with the pain.

At 3:00 pm the doctor came back by to check my cervix again. He said it was 2-3cm which was a little disappointing but said that I was 70% effaced which was great progress and said that Kaylee was at a -3 station which was still too high for him to break my water. From 3-7 pm everything was pretty uneventful... just spent some time standing beside the bed dealing with the pain. We did have one small scare when they continued to increase the pitocin, Kaylee's heart rate started spiking and they had to come in and cut the pitocin level in half. Also between 3-7 we had problems with my blood pressure going up to the 150s/100s and my heart rate was in the 140s. Around 7:00 the new OB on call came in to do another cervix check and everything pretty much went downhill from there. He said I was only 3cm dilated, 50% effaced and said that Kaylee was at a -2 station. He offered to break my water at that point and I was fine with it but wanted to get a epidural first... I had really hoped to hold on longer without the epidural but that cervix check was just so heartbreaking after being in increased pain for the last 4 hours and not really making any progress. He agreed to order the epidural and then told me he would be back to break my water.

Lets just say I could've done without the experience I had with the anesthesiologists. The guy came to put the epidural in and I was already upset because of the lack of progress and before he even put the first needle in my back I completely lost it. To make a long story short lets just say I was sitting on the side of the bed leaning forward (which I still wonder why they think this is an easy thing to do considering I have a HUGE stomach to lean over) holding onto Daniel's hand crying hysterically when the only thing the guy was doing at the time was cleaning my back. I don't know that I've ever had such a huge meltdown before... I was done with the pain, disappointed and scared of the huge needles that were about to go into my back.

Once they got the epidural in place it was actually nice not to have any pain for a short few hours. Around 11:00pm we (mom, Daniel & I) tried to get some sleep. The doctor came back in around midnight to do a cervix check and to break my water. This is where things slowly started going downhill. First of all... on the water breaking... I didn't know there was that much in there... and that it would just keep coming out...yuck! I was still dilated to 3cm and was around 60-70% effaced. I was able to fall back to sleep for a little over an hour but woke up around 1:30 starting to feel some contractions. The epidural had a pump with a button that I could push to get an extra shot of medication. It was setup to where it would only work once every 10 minutes. By 2:00am I was laying there constantly pushing the button. At 2:30am the nurse came in to turn up the pitocin and I begged her to get the anesthesiologist back in there to figure out why the epidural wasn't working.

Finally around 3:15am the anesthesiologist came to check on the epidural. He tried giving me more medication through the epidural tube but that didn't help at all... in fact, it made things worse... I noticed my hearing started to go away and everything started getting hazy. I was so afraid I was going to pass out that for probably an hour after he gave me the extra meds I was afraid to close my eyes because I thought I wouldn't be able to open them again. After trying several other things, he decided that he needed to redo the epidural. At that point I was in unbearable pain because of the contractions and holding still for the epidural was almost impossible. It was constant pain because once the contraction would ease up the anesthesiologist would work on the epidural until the next contraction started. Once the epidural was in place and the medication was pumped in I started to feel some relief from the pain and thought the worst was over.

The doctor came back in to check on me, I think around 5:00am and said I was 8cm dilated and almost completely effaced. So during the time when my epidural wasn't working, I made the most progress going from 3cm to 8cm dilated. I really thought that with the epidural, all pain would be gone but once again, that wasn't the case. I could feel pain/pressure from Kaylee moving down and when they told me around 9:30am that it was time to push the pain, once again, was unbearable. The doctor had mentioned his concern that Kaylee was staying up too high instead of moving down before he even broke my water and said a lot of times that is a sign that the baby is too big to fit through the pelvis. The nurse I had when it came time to push was new and really didn't have a clue what she was doing. She had to go get another nurse to come in and help her out with everything. You know your in trouble when the nurse says to the more experienced nurse, "can I try that" when it comes to performing a medical procedure...

I pushed from 9:30am to 11:00am and really didn't make any progress. I had pretty much been awake for over 24 hours so I would push and then stop and while I was crying would kinda drift in and out of sleep, waking up to people talking to me. Not only was the pain from pushing bad but my legs were so swollen that when the nurses would push them back it was very hard to bend my knees... and on top of that my right knee kept popping out of place every time they would bend it. About half way through pushing the new nurse decided she wanted to 'try counting'... they're telling me to hold my breath for 10 seconds and push... 10 seconds doesn't seem like a long time until you've been crying for a long time and are trying to push while holding your breath. The new nurse counted like 5 times slower than the other nurse to the point where I couldn't hold my breath anymore by the time she got to 7. The other nurse told her to speed up her counting which she barely did and I was able to make it to 8 or 9 before having to take a breath.

Around 10:45am I was begging the nurses to let me stop, telling them I couldn't do it anymore. They went to call my doctor who was doing another delivery at the time and told me to try pushing a few more times until he could make it back to my room. Around 11:00am the doctor came in to do another cervix check and Kaylee was still at a -1 station. He also told me that she wasn't facing the right way and was facing my left hip which was making pushing harder and slowing down the progress. He told me she was too high up for him to be able to get to her with forceps to help bring her down and that I could either keep trying to push and hope that she turns on her own or I could go ahead and have a c-section. Kaylee's heart rate had been spiking to around 180 and then dropping down in the 60's which was dangerous. So with the concern of Kaylee getting worse and the fact that I was physically and mentally exhausted, I decided to have a c-section.

From 11:30am-2:00pm the anesthesiologists were trying to get me numb for the c-section but didn't have any luck. I've always been very resistant to medicine and their side effects and have had problems in the past when I had wrist surgery they thought my wrist was numb but it wasn't and I felt them cut me open. When the anesthesiologists first came in they were going to put a different kind of medicine in my epidural which they said should numb me from the chest down. They had to use 2 huge syringes full of the numbing medicine just to get me feeling somewhat numb. Once I thought I was completely numb they used a safety pin and started poking me all over to make sure I couldn't feel anything. My left side was completely numb but there was a spot around my right hip and on my upper right side that wouldn't go numb. After giving me more meds and trying to roll me over to my right side to hopefully move the medicine over, they tried the safety pin test again but still had the same results. They tried pulling the epidural tube out of my back slightly hoping the medicine would go to the correct spot in my spine but it still didn't work.

The head anesthesiologist decided that they would need to redo the epidural again hoping that would fix the problem. The 3rd epidural wasn't that bad because my spine was numb from the medicine they had just given me so I didn't feel anything when they were putting the needles in. They finally got the epidural in and tried the medicine again but still had the same result with me having feeling in the exact same spots. The people from the operating room kept coming in to see if I was ready but each time I wasn't. Because it was an emergency c-section I wasn't going to have to wait in line behind all of the other scheduled c-sections but because it was taking so long to get me numb, my doctor went ahead and did another surgery he had scheduled for that day. After realizing the epidural wasn't going to work the anesthesiologist said they could either do a epidural/spinal block combo or put me under completely. They looked at my throat and said that I had quite a bit of swelling and decided to try the epi/spinal combo first and use the general anesthesia as the last resort.

The problem with doing the epi/spinal combo was that they would have to wait until we got into the OR to put it in and with my doctor being in another surgery that meant I would have to lay there while the numbing medicine wore off until he finished up. They told me the medicine only worked for 20-30 minutes so it wasn't long until I was in extreme pain again. Finally a nurse came in the room and said the doctor was ready for me. They had to try to move me from my bed to another bed to roll me to the OR. My legs were still completely numb so they had to get several people to come in and try to drag me to the other bed. Just before they did this they told me I had to drink this stuff that smelled terrible. The lady told me to try to drink it all at once but I had to do it in 2 drinks. Only probably 1-2 minutes after drinking it I looked at her and told her I was going to be sick. Of course, I threw up everywhere and for some reason no one knew where the little pan was to throw up in. After all of that they moved me over to the other bed and started rolling me down the hall.

From this point on I don't remember a lot of details... I remember laying in the bed flat on my back (the worst way to be laying when your having contractions) begging them to let me roll over on my side, which they wouldn't. Everything was pretty much a blur but I remember the guy who was pushing my bed running into what I thought was a wall hard enough to where I bounced off of the girls stomach that was walking beside the bed. Later I found out that he hadn't ran into a wall but had actually smashed a girl between the wall and my bed. When we got to the OR they pretty much threw me onto the operating table and rolled me over onto my side to start working on the epi/spinal. They had a oxygen mask on my face that I think wasn't turned on because I realized all of the sudden that I wasn't getting any air and ripped it off my face. I don't know who all the people were in the room but it seems like there were at least 10 people standing around me and they were all just staring at me as I was begging them to hurry up and do something to stop the pain... they made Daniel wait outside and I just remember laying there feeling all alone not having a clue what they were doing to me. I was trying to listen to what the anesthesiologist was saying but when the contraction would start I couldn't pay attention to anything but the pain.

I heard the head anesthesiologist say something about what he was doing wasn't working or he couldn't get something in the right place so they had to call someone else in there to try. The guy who came in got everything finished up and they rolled me back over onto my back and started strapping me down to the table. They said they would give the medicine a few minutes to work and as the minutes passed I realized not only did it not work but it was even less numb than I had been earlier with the regular epidural. They told me they were going to have to put me under and strapped both of my arms down on the table. They let Daniel come in for just a second to see me and as soon as he turned around to leave they were putting a mask on my face to knock me out. As I slowly started to fall asleep I remember feeling them cleaning off my stomach and they kept telling me I was going to have to take deeper breaths. Daniel said just a few minutes after he walked out of the room he heard Kaylee crying so I'm pretty sure as soon as I was out they were cutting me open.

I started to wake up when they were dragging me from the operating table back over to the bed to roll me down the hall to the recovery area. I heard people talking and then fell back to sleep. When I woke up and actually opened my eyes I was in the recovery room and kept hearing alarms go off because my oxygen levels were low. The nurse kept telling me to take deep breaths but I kept passing back out. She gave me some pain meds through my iv and then started pressing on my stomach where they cut me open. This hurt so bad that I actually reached up and grabbed her wrist and begged her to stop. I laid there for what seemed like forever and finally Daniel came in to see me. He had taken pictures of Kaylee on our camera that he was trying to show me but I could barely open my eyes and couldn't really see the pictures.

I don't really remember much about the rest of the day. I know later they took me to the mother-baby suite and Daniel had to go find the nurse to get them to bring Kaylee into the room. I really don't remember seeing her that day which really bothers me... how can I remember some things but can't remember seeing Kaylee for the first time? I was still full of all kinds of medicine and also hooked up to a morphine pump and struggled to stay awake. I remember talking to Daniel and I'd fall asleep in the middle of talking to him. When I was in the recovery room I heard the anesthesiologist say he had never seen anyone lose so much blood during a c-section. My iron levels had dropped drastically so with the combination of all of the meds and the blood loss, I was exhausted. They thought they were going to have to do a blood transfusion but were able to get things under control by giving me 3 bags of iron in my iv. I think I finally went to sleep around midnight that night but woke up around 2:30am wanting to see Kaylee. They had taken her to the nursery and when the nurse came in to check on me I asked her to go check to see if Kaylee was awake and to bring her back to the room if she was. Of course, she was asleep so I had to wait until the next morning until I was able to see her.

When they brought her in Thursday morning she was wide awake and looked right at me as soon as she came into the room. The whole 2 days are slowly becoming a blur... but even with everything that went wrong I feel very lucky that Kaylee was perfectly healthy after everything that happened. I've always knew that I only wanted 1 child... this experience just reassured me that I definitely will be only having 1 baby!

one beautiful baby

i dont have much to say but little kaylee is by far the cutest baby ever. i just love sitting there holding her in my arms and watch her just sit there and look around at all the things around her, and i cant take my eyes off of her. i sometimes wonder what is going through her little mind as she just sits and stares. i just wish i could play with her, even tho i dont want her to grow up to fast on me i just wanna be able to sit there and roll her around on the floor or watch her play with her toys or the dogs even. her grammy has been here all week helping us take care of her, which im glad she is, but with work and her being in and out of sleeping i really have not been able to spend much time with her but i kno one day i will. on sunday we are gonna take her to get some pictures made of just her while she is still just a little baby and im pretty excited about that. but for now thats all i have about little kaylee, and oh did i mention how cute she is and how much her family loves her cause we love that sweet little girl more than everything.

Kaylee's First Doctor's Appointment

Yesterday Kaylee had her first visit to see the pediatrician. This was our first trip out of the house together since we brought her home from the hospital. Daniel had to work so mom went with me. It actually went better than I thought it would... I fed her before we left and she fell asleep in her carseat on the way there. When we went back to see the doctor they asked us to take her clothes off and change her into a dry diaper so that they could weigh her. As soon as we got her diaper changed and started walking down the hallway to the scale, of course, she wet her diaper! She gets cold so easily that I thought she would be crying the whole time but she actually just laid there half asleep even when the doctor was checking her.

She was back up to her birth weight which the doctor said was amazing. She was 9lbs when she was born and was down to 8lbs 7oz when we left the hospital Saturday. So in 3 days she gained 9oz! It doesn't really suprise me though...she's a little piglett... constantly eating!

Look at that cute little skirt!!

Kisses from mommy...

Our little Kaylee Bug...

Today our little peanut is 1 week old! Time is going by so fast and it's amazing how much I can see a difference in her everyday. I think after everything I went through in the hospital to have her, I have been rewarded with a 'good baby.' She can sleep through anything (thank goodness because when the dogs bark I'm always afraid they are going to wake her up), she is getting better at sleeping for longer periods of time and she is pretty content even if no one is holding her she will just sit there and look around. The first few days after she was born while we were still in the hospital she would startle herself constantly. It was so funny to see her throw her arms up in the air (this probably wouldn't have been funny if she cried but she would just look around like she didn't know what happened). When we brought her home we put her in her swing and turned the mobile on above her head but she never would look at it. As of yesterday she finally figured out something was up there and just stared at it forever.

She is already a daddy's girl... go figure... if she's upset and Daniel is home, all I have to do is hand her to him and she is happy again. I have been working on writing her birth story since last Thursday but still haven't finished it! Hopefully I can get that done by the end of this week. It is very long, but what can you expect, from the time that they started the pitocin to the time that Kaylee was born was 30 hours. Not only do I need to finish it because it's bugging me that it's taking so long, but as days go by I'm forgetting more and more about what happened which is something that is really bothering me.

Last night when Daniel and I were sitting outside talking I realized that I don't even remember when I saw Kaylee for the first time... I think I remember someone pushing her into my room but I don't remember seeing her. Realizing this killed me. Most mothers get to see their baby immediately when they are born and have memories of holding them for the first time and can remember the first thing they thought when they saw their baby, what their husband said, etc... Knowing that I don't have any of that seems unfair. I'm posting this before the birth story so your probably wondering what happened... long story short, the anesthesiologist had to put me completely under for the c-section. The first memories I have of seeing Kaylee are when she was brought into my room the morning after I had her. She was laying in her little bed (a clear plastic container looking thing) and she was wide awake.

Even though things didn't go as planned I'm lucky to have a healthy little girl and in the end that's all that really matters. I think these 2 pictures are my favorites of Daniel & Kaylee so far... I don't really have many with me and Kaylee because I have been so swollen that I look rediculous! I'm not talking about a little swelling... in the hospital my face looked like I'd been beaten up in a fight and even now, a week later, my legs are still so swollen that Daniel and my mom still have to pick them up and put them on the bed or the couch (where ever it is that I'm sleeping) because I can't lift them on my own. But over the past day I've noticed the swelling slowly starting to go down. I'll just be glad when I can be completely recovered from all of this and be able to enjoy taking care of little miss Kaylee.

She looks so warm and cozy!

Daddy and his little girl...

she made it

well the day finally came that our little baby kaylee came into our world. the whole thing was a big pain in the butt and mommy had it real bad. i think once mommy gets over it she will be able to hold her more and get to enjoy the baby like she wishes she could. i cant describe the feeling i had the first time i laid eyes on that beautiful little baby, and when i walked up beside her and put my finger in her little hand and she instantly squeezed my finger i just absolutely lost it, i cried more than she was crying and let me tell you that sweet baby girl was instantly wrapped around my finger. so far she has been the sweetest little bundle of joy that anyone could ever ask for and she will always be special to us.

almost here

well tomorrow is the big day for little kaylee's arrival, whether she is ready or not she is coming out. apparently she is wanting to stay inside mommy forever or she would have come out by now. i am so excited that i probably wont be able to sleep. i really just hope she comes out quick and doesnt wait all day cause im probably gonna be a little impatient to see her pretty little face. i just cant wait to get to hold her little body in my arms. all i can say is little kaylee i hope your ready cause im gonna spoil that little girl and love her so much. i cant wait to meet you sweetheart, daddy loves you.

Tomorrow is the day!

I have to say... I was pretty disappointed when I woke up this morning. All day yesterday I had been having irregular contractions that were actually making me sick at my stomach. The race was rained out (just our luck) and was rescheduled for today. Daniel and I didn't know if he needed to stay there or come back home. He ended up coming back last night and even though nothing happened overnight I really want to take the time today to enjoy it just being the 2 of us. It's crazy to think about how much everything is about to change in our lives but I'm looking forward to it.

I know sometimes inductions can take forever but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that by tomorrow afternoon/night we will be holding little Kaylee. Not only because I don't want to be in extreme pain for hours and hours but because I'm going to be starving! We have to be at the hospital at 4:30am and the thought of not being able to eat the whole day is something that I'm not looking forward to... but I'm sure it'll all be worth it once she's here.

My last weekend...

Well, it looks like this will be my last weekend being pregnant and my last weekend not having a baby to take care of. Daniel decided to mow the yard today and for some reason I decided the driveway needed to be cleaned so I had him get the pressure washer out for me so that I could start cleaning it. It's around 90 degrees outside today and after about an hour and 1/2 of being out there in the heat I realized it was a bad idea... I started getting light headed and was shaking really bad. So now I'm back inside in the nice A/C trying to cool down a little bit before cleaning up the house. If our dogs are any sign, Kaylee is going to be so spoiled... we let Liza and Remi come outside with us and run around and surprisingly, they did really good and didn't run off!

Remi isn't really an 'outside dog' because everytime we go outside he just stands in the middle of the driveway and looks around like he's lost. After being outside for about an hour, he came in the garage and stood at the stairs going up to the door to the house and just stared at the door. He likes being inside in the A/C laying on the couch so we let him in to cool down. Liza watched me clean the driveway and watched Daniel mow the yard but then she got tired of that and laid in the garage to cool off and was glad to come inside when I did.

It's sad how much we treat our animals like they are our kids. I hope they get along well with Kaylee and that she will like playing with them as she gets older. I think Liza will be excited with someone new being in the house and I'm afriad Remi will be jealous because he is such a momma's boy!

The last thing I wanted...

Well today was my due date and of course...no baby... I went in for my 40 week checkup and I guess the only good news is I went from 1cm and not being effaced last Friday to 2cm and 50% effaced today. I had to do the last thing I wanted to do today... I had to schedule my induction. So if Kaylee doesn't come out on her own between now and Monday night, Tuesday morning at 4:00 am I will be going to the hospital. I guess now the only thing to do is wait and hope she comes out on her own either tomorrow or Monday. She has to stay in Sunday because Daniel will be out of town but somehow I have a feeling that as uncooperative as she has been, if she comes out before Tuesday it'll probably be on Sunday!

This is not cool...

So it looks like I was right... Kaylee isn't cooperating and probably won't be here by her due date(tomorrow). This has probably been the most frustrating week of my life. Adding to the stress of waking up every morning disappointed because I'm still pregnant and having no contractions at all is the fact that our health insurance will be switching over next Wednesday. This is a problem because we have already met our deductible with our current insurance company (thanks to a 3 hour long torture in L&D back in June) and the new insurance isn't as good as what we have right now. Because of all of this, if little Kaylee hasn't started making her way out by tomorrow when I have my 40 week checkup I am going to have to ask to be induced on Monday which is the LAST thing I want to do. I just want things to 'happen' and her to come out without me having to go to the hospital and be stuck to a bed for hours in pain. Another problem with not having her before Monday is that means another Sunday of Daniel going out of town and me hoping nothing happens while he is gone.

Even if Kaylee decides to come out before Monday there is still the problem of the OB that is on call all day Friday, Saturday, Sunday and 1/2 of Monday... This guy is...well... I don't even know the word for it. Let's just say I don't have any confidence in his ability to be a doctor... let me explain... first of all I'll start out with the physical issues(I have nothing against his physical issues personally but along with the stupid things he has said to me I chose to make fun of them...) The first time I saw him I was sitting in the waiting room at the doctors office and saw a guy with what seemed like something to be wrong with his hand waddling around from room to room dragging his right leg behind him... the thing is, every now and then he gets it together and walks normally so I don't know if he is just lazy or what. But back to my story... the first time I had an appointment with him was around 30 weeks... he walks in, pushes on my stomach really hard to the point where it actually hurt, marks how far along my stomach should be measuring on his measuring tape and then continues to push it down into my stomach until it measures what he wants it to(we're talking about a huge indention in my stomach from the measuring tape here...) and then asks me the following questions: 1. Has your water broke? umm... no, but if it did wouldn't I have went to the hospital? 2. Are you having heavy bleeding? see previous answer... 3. Are you having regular painful contractions? and again... see previous answer...

At this point I'm looking at him thinking who is this guy and where is the real doctor? He squeezes my ankles which are swollen to about 3 times the size that they normally are and leaves fingerprints and says "your ankles look good"... really? I had been in to have a growth ultrasound done 2 weeks before this appointment at which I was told the doctor would go over the results the next time I came in. Dr. Genious, however, had not looked at my chart and had no clue that a ultrasound had been done. I asked him about this and told him my concerns about her head measuring 3 weeks further than what my due date was showing. The best medical explanation he could come up with (still without opening my chart to look at the ultrasound results) was that my husband must have a big head and that's why her head was so big... ok... fantastic! Then I ask about my bloodpressure which the nurse had commented on being too low. He tells me it is low and that if it could cause me to pass out. When I ask him if there is anything I can do about this he tells me to call the office if I pass out... yea... I'll do that...

After that appointment I had hoped that I wouldn't have to see him again but of course, he is the doctor on call on and around my due date and at my 38 week appointment it was him and my favorite doctor in the practice that were alternating between patients. Of course, the door opens and here comes 'Mr. Good Hand' (think Hanson from Scary Movie 2)... I tell him about my concern of leaking what I thought was amniotic fluid thinking, he should jump all over this because he was all about finding out if my water had broke at my 30 week appointment. Apparently he just didn't care that day because instead of ordering a simple test to find out within minutes if I was leaking amniotic fluid he told me I was just peeing on myself... which just made my day. *NOTE: I WAS NOT peeing on myself, lol...

I have been pregnant for 10 months... thats 40 weeks, 280 days, 6720 hours, 403,200 minutes or 24,192,000 seconds... isn't that long enough?!?! So Kaylee really only has 2 more days to come out on her own... sometime between now and Saturday. I'll be glad when this is all over with!

Someone's playing around in my belly...

You can only really see her moving around at the very beginning... but she was rolling around in there non-stop for about 15 minutes... I tried to explain to her that if she would just come on out she would have much more room to move around and it would be a lot less painful for me! In the video she is in the center of my stomach and that's her feet that are pushing out on the right side!

5...

So...as of tomorrow I only have 5 more days until my due date. For some reason this really doesn't matter... I mean, what are the odds of her actually coming exactly on her due date? So pretty much I have either less than 5 or more than 5 but not exactly 5 days... if that makes sense... At my 39 week checkup Friday I was dilated to 1cm... I was hoping for somewhere between 2-4... heck, if they would've told me I was at 10 and ready to push I wouldn't have been upset! But at least I've made some kind of progress... as stupid as it sounds, it's a little reassuring to know that at least my cervix got the memo about the fact that it has to open up for the baby to come out... so it's working on it...slowly...

I have been having a lot more contractions since Friday and even as humid as it was outside today, I managed to wobble my way down the street this afternoon to take the dogs for a walk. As expected, this has caused my contractions to get even stronger but hopefully nothing happens until Monday. I'd like to hope this is my last weekend being pregnant, so tomorrow I'm going to take it easy and relax and try to enjoy what might be my last weekend of peace and quiet. We've pretty much got everything done around the house, even the cleaning is done for the most part! So now, back to waiting... which is no fun because I'm not patient!