And Baby Sister Makes Three

She's finally here! Norah Genevieve Dressing arrived at 6:57pm on Sunday, December 16th, 2007. She is amazingly beautiful and incredibly sweet. I had forgotten how much you just fall in love with this tiny little new person that has been in your life such a short time, yet you feel like you couldn't live without them.

We are all in awe of her. Ian is fascinated with her tiny baby hands and feet, and Julia hovers over the bassinet begging for a peep out of her so she can scoop her up. She loves to hold her, and Norah is quite a snuggler.

She'll be attending her first Christmas Eve Mass this evening. We have so much to be thankful for.

Merry Christmas to all.

I'm Dreaming of a Marguerita (to the tune of White Christmas)

I'm 5 days overdue. So far, I've tried a lot of "voo-doo" to get this baby out with absolutely no progress. There's the sex (it was like an "I Love Lucy" episode), the bitter cohosh tea, spicy Indian food (which I'm convinced they gave me a white person's number "6"), the evening primrose oil, the walking, etc, etc. On the plus side, I do have a fairly clean house for me, and my laundry is all clean, folded and put away. I got a pedicure on my big swollen piggies, and I'm seriously considering making a hair appointment...why not, it looks like I'm not going anywhere.

I promise that I'll call as soon as something happens. I am getting lots of contractions, but nothing moves forward. Ian was 11 days late too, and he came fast and furious when he did arrive so I'm trying to be patient. All is good. I feel great, and other than lugging around an extra 4o pounds, and having to pee every 10 minutes, things aren't so bad.

I can't wait to meet this little one, and tell you all about it!

Babies Like to Stay in My Belly

The midwife had no good news for me. "That baby is really up there," she explained yesterday, "hasn't really dropped at all." What??? I am having flashbacks of Julia's birth, due on December 7th, born on the 21st. Holy Macaroni, we can't have the same December birthday-4 days before Christmas is bad enough!

She could see my disappointment. "I'm not going to say it won't happen in the next few days, because I've been wrong before, but...." No buts. I want to hear "any day now." She sent me home with an appointment for next week and advice to rest and take it easy and enjoy my time before baby number three arrives. Will I make it to next Friday's appointment?

I'm giving it until this Saturday, then I'm pulling out the big guns: black cohosh tea, castor oil, the new "labor" salad I read about (yes, indeed I "googled" it), sex, evening primrose oil, spicy Indian food. If you have labor inducing suggestions, please send them my way.

Where is My Baby?

Okay, so I'm not "officially" due until Friday, but I am feeling nothing but big and fat. It literally feels like something is stabbing me in the ribs when I try to sleep at night. I have become convinced that there cannot possibly be room for this little alien inside me and that he/she must surely be smashed.

I'm trying very hard not to be one of those really whiny, pathetic pregnant women who waddle around complaining to everyone, but I'm quickly approaching that status. Actually, I have some fun things going on this weekend, and I've managed to get a pedicure lined up at a local salon school with my buddy Kathy, so if I am once again extrememly overdue, I will at least have lovely polished puffy toes.

I know the calls will start coming, "Jayne, how are you doing? Have you had that baby?" Oh, the calls. I do go to the midwife tomorrow so maybe there will be some action happening. I am planning for Thursday to be my last day of work. My co-workers took me out to lunch last week, so now I think they are like, "okay, enough....we'll see you when you've had this kid."

So say a little prayer or mantra today, "Come along, baby Dressing, we're ready for you. The world is ready to meet you."