Wyndsor Eileen
welcomed with love on February 8, 2014
4:24pm
8 pounds 14 ounces
20.5 inches
Our amazing midwife, Barbara
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Friday, February 21, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Random Thoughts on a Cold Monday
Our old babysitter refused to touch the thermostats in the house while we were away. Which I always found to be just a little annoying because sometimes the temperature can change quite a bit between 2pm and 8pm, so I would either have to turn it up before leaving or come home to a cold house. One of my current babysitters had the heat cranked up to 80 the other day! What is she doing sunbathing in our playroom? She is obviously a college student who has never had to pay a heating bill in her entire life.
I am officially full term as of last Friday. Yep, 36+ weeks and still haven't a clue what I'm suppose to do with another baby in this house. I keep thinking in my head that I already did all this once so it shouldn't be that hard, right? I also keep thinking that I am only attempting to fool myself and I know that it is going to be utterly exhausting and probably overwhelming. I also can't imagine what it's like to have and give all that love again for our new little one. I'm so excited to meet him or her!
Jim and his brother decided to start a gardening/homesteading website and blog. They are still working out the kinks but it's up and running and Jim has been working diligently on his blog posts, so head on over and check it out: http://northeasthomesteading.com.
Riesling is sick. Poor little girl. Although exhausted she has been restless in her sleep because of it. Sometimes she is crying about being cold or hot or needing mommy but right now I'm listening to her mumbling in her sleep about "more books" and "need honey"....I think Daddy read her favorite Pooh and Piglet book too many times before bed.
I have been browsing my Pinterest boards for some dinner ideas I can freeze ahead of time or crockpot or quick dinners to prepare after Baby arrives. I realized a few things. I have so many good recipes pinned. I rarely make any of them.
I am officially full term as of last Friday. Yep, 36+ weeks and still haven't a clue what I'm suppose to do with another baby in this house. I keep thinking in my head that I already did all this once so it shouldn't be that hard, right? I also keep thinking that I am only attempting to fool myself and I know that it is going to be utterly exhausting and probably overwhelming. I also can't imagine what it's like to have and give all that love again for our new little one. I'm so excited to meet him or her!
Jim and his brother decided to start a gardening/homesteading website and blog. They are still working out the kinks but it's up and running and Jim has been working diligently on his blog posts, so head on over and check it out: http://northeasthomesteading.com.
Riesling is sick. Poor little girl. Although exhausted she has been restless in her sleep because of it. Sometimes she is crying about being cold or hot or needing mommy but right now I'm listening to her mumbling in her sleep about "more books" and "need honey"....I think Daddy read her favorite Pooh and Piglet book too many times before bed.
I have been browsing my Pinterest boards for some dinner ideas I can freeze ahead of time or crockpot or quick dinners to prepare after Baby arrives. I realized a few things. I have so many good recipes pinned. I rarely make any of them.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Baby Butterflies
I wouldn't really consider myself an anxious person. Not that I never have a case of the jitters over an interview or some kind of big event, but nothing long lasting. I tend to take the attitude that worrying obsessively over a particularly situation or scenario doesn't do you much good. You are better off trying to actually do something positive with your energy, hopefully helping the situation, instead. That being said, I think I am suffering from some moderate anxiety related to the arrival of Baby #2 that I just can't seem to shake.
One would think that I would have less anxiety seeing that I already have a kid and have done all this before. I don't even really don't recall feeling this way when I was pregnant before. Maybe because, even though it was all unknown territory, back then I felt like I could handle one little baby. Now it's no longer one-on-on. These little munkins are ganging up on me! I find myself thinking at varies points throughout the day, "what would I do if the baby was here right now?" Worst of all, I don't feel like there's much I go actually "do" to be productive in preparing for this change. I am cleaning out, finishing up weird projects, working on some potty time with Riesling, and stock piling crockpot recipes. I really know deep down that everything will be fine. It might be hectic for awhile but we will adjust and settle into a new routine, just like we did after Riesling arrived. I just hate harboring this feeling. I have some other current stressors, like a major babysitting crisis, that I'm hoping get resolved soon, lightening my mental load and my cortisol levels. In the mean time I guess I just have to hit the yoga mat a little more often.
I wonder if it's a common thing among other mothers to be more anxious for a second or third child?
One would think that I would have less anxiety seeing that I already have a kid and have done all this before. I don't even really don't recall feeling this way when I was pregnant before. Maybe because, even though it was all unknown territory, back then I felt like I could handle one little baby. Now it's no longer one-on-on. These little munkins are ganging up on me! I find myself thinking at varies points throughout the day, "what would I do if the baby was here right now?" Worst of all, I don't feel like there's much I go actually "do" to be productive in preparing for this change. I am cleaning out, finishing up weird projects, working on some potty time with Riesling, and stock piling crockpot recipes. I really know deep down that everything will be fine. It might be hectic for awhile but we will adjust and settle into a new routine, just like we did after Riesling arrived. I just hate harboring this feeling. I have some other current stressors, like a major babysitting crisis, that I'm hoping get resolved soon, lightening my mental load and my cortisol levels. In the mean time I guess I just have to hit the yoga mat a little more often.
I wonder if it's a common thing among other mothers to be more anxious for a second or third child?
Monday, September 30, 2013
August Recap
In August, I started feeling a little better so we actually left the house for activities other than work and the grocery store. The first big event was a trip to Paw's farm in New Jersey. It's a small petting zoo and nature that Jim grew up going to and had very fond memories of.
He was really excited to share it with Riesling. She was really excited that he did. He may have been her best day to date. Have you ever seen a kid so excited to see a cow?
She was seriously overjoyed by the entire experience. She was trying to climb in the pens with the animals, especially the sheep. She hugged and squeezed every bit she could. It was adorable and a really fun little trip. Way better than the overpriced, crowded zoo.
The petting zoo was such a big hit that we didn't miss a chance to hit up the local Grange Fair. This was equally exciting for Riesling. I was beginning to get concerned that she would think there were sheep everywhere we went. The ducks and, once again, the sheep were her favorite. She had the opportunity to plant a few smooches on a sheep or two.
We also hit up the orchard for some peach picking. Resulting in peach cobbler, peach popsicles, peach for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. YUM! And HooRay for feeling like a real person and eating food again.
He was really excited to share it with Riesling. She was really excited that he did. He may have been her best day to date. Have you ever seen a kid so excited to see a cow?
The petting zoo was such a big hit that we didn't miss a chance to hit up the local Grange Fair. This was equally exciting for Riesling. I was beginning to get concerned that she would think there were sheep everywhere we went. The ducks and, once again, the sheep were her favorite. She had the opportunity to plant a few smooches on a sheep or two.
We also hit up the orchard for some peach picking. Resulting in peach cobbler, peach popsicles, peach for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. YUM! And HooRay for feeling like a real person and eating food again.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
July Photo Recap
This little dress was something my mom had put away for me from when I was a baby. It was so sweet to see Riesling wearing it.
Her hair finally grew enough for real piggy tails (which turned out to be such a good look for her sweet little round face!)
She also started to say "cheese" for pictures. As well as "Cheese" for the food. It became an obsession.
Miss Riesling also discovered a little bit of attitude in July. I think it was a combination of adjusting to some changes in nursing, teething and just overall age related.
Happy girl again...
She became quite the little garden helper in the evenings after Jim got home. It's still kinda of their thing. The go out back in the evening and Riesling comes back with all her little treasures covered in dirt and tomato juice. She LOVES eating veggies straight from the garden.
My dad came for his annual summer visit and graciously decided to stay for an extended visit. Riesling really loves her Papa and follows him around all day!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
June Photo Recap
I have gotten so behind on events and happenings from the last few months. I have a ton of pictures piled up, some that I sadly just got around to downloading. I feel like I need to catch up a little bit before I can dive into current day. Riesling has grown up so much since the beginning of the summer and I don't want to miss a whole section of her changing, so I keep putting off posting current stuff until I catch up on the old stuff. It's just piling up and this point so I thought I should do a little recap of the last few months.
Riesling's buddy Archer celebrates his 1st birthday at Duck, Duck Goose....
Father's Day Weekend at the beach....
Mild nausea and vomiting have set in at this point but I have no idea what absolute hell is ahead of me.
At which point I had entered a serious state of all day "morning sickness"
and was the worst host and no fun at all. I took about 5 pictures the
whole time they were here. And probably at least 5 times a day I said
to Jenn, "can you watch Riesling for a second while I go throw up." Good times. Poor Austin didn't even get to go out for ice cream. But Uncle Jim did help him catch lightening bugs....
Riesling's buddy Archer celebrates his 1st birthday at Duck, Duck Goose....
Surprise! There's a baby in mommy's belly. She just found out so we can't tell anyone yet.
Father's Day Weekend at the beach....
Some general fun in the sun cuteness....
And Aunt Jenn & Austin come to visit....
And ended the month of June.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Donuts
I have been the most intense craving for donuts lately. Not just any donuts, specifically ones from Rod's Donut Shop in Uhrichsville, OH. You know just a quick 7 hour trip. There is something about this place that makes them a million times better than Dunkin or Krispy Kreme could ever hope to achieve. Growing up we use to joke that it was the lingering cigarette smoke that made the difference (Back in the days when everyone smoked indoors probably including the old lady making them every morning). That proabably sounds disgusting but i am telling you these things are legendary.
At first I was thinking creamstick then recently I switched to salivating over a good old fashion glazed. I think it was after I saw a recipe in a magazine for grilled glazed donuts with strawberry cream dipping sauce. I can barely keep the drool off the keyboard right now.
Truth be told. I don't even really like donuts. I remember having them on special occasions as a kid but honestly in the last 15 years I can probably count the number of those breakfast pastries I have consumed on one hand.
So why now am I waking at sunrise with images of dancing little ring shaped fried dough fresh in my head for the a sweet night of dreaming?
Why have I been absent from the ole blog for over two months?
Why did I lose 15 lbs and convert to a strict diet of toast and ginger ale for those two months ?
Before your imagination gets the best of you I'll just come out with it.....Robinson baby #2 is on the way! After surviving way to many weeks of all day "morning" sickness, I have finally come out of the fog and started to function as a real human being again. It was seriously a rough go this round. I think I may have signed some documents consenting to never again even thinking about having another baby. In fact I may have even sent Jim out for a vasectomy to ensure I never had to endure that level of suffering again.
I am 15 weeks along with an estimated due date of January 30, 2014. We like our winter babies. I have plans to get some picture editing done and get some updated posts up on Riesling over the weekend. I know you have been lonely without me but you can wipe your tears away, I am back.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Riesling's Birth Story
It's been almost two months since Riesling's birth and I still haven't gotten around to telling her birth story. I figured I better get to it before I start forgetting the details and making up my own fantasy version.
When you talk to people about pregnancy, labor, and delivery everyone will tell you that they just want a healthy baby and how you get to that point doesn't really matter. Of course I wanted that as well, but truth be told, how it happened did matter to me. And because it mattered I made conscious decisions throughout my pregnancy about health and wellness and equipped myself with as much knowledge as possible. The beginning and the end were exactly as I hoped. The crap in the middle was unnecessary sh*t that I had to deal with because of my decision to give birth in a traditional hospital setting with an obstetrician vs a midwife.
I was six days overdue. Around 1 or 2am I woke up to a wet-ish sensation. Did my water break? According to any movie or TV show I've watched it should be a gushing followed immediately by racing to the hospital and birthing my child within minutes. It wasn't even close to that so I thought maybe my bag of waters was just "leaking" or it was just some other form of pregnancy related wetness (gross things happen with pregnancy people). Either way I was not in a panic, went back to bed and tried to relax hoping I would start having some steady contractions. Which I did. I still wasn't for sure that I was actually in labor so I stayed in bed with Jim sleeping soundly next to me and tried to doze while also paying attention to the time between contractions.
After awhile I realized that the were pretty steady and deemed myself in labor. It was advised in our birthing class to try and rest as much as possible in early labor because you'll basically never get to rest again, so I attempted to keep snoozing with little success.
At some point I woke Jim up more for mental support than anything. We packed the rest of the hospital bag, Jim watered his seeds and tended to a few house related things, and I decided to take a shower. As dawn turned into the light of day my contractions continued to be steady and increased in intensity, frequency, and duration. I used my physioball and deep breathing exercises to help with the pain during contractions and tried to walk around in between to keep things moving. We even made a slow trip around the block. By 10 or 11 am my contractions were between 3-4 minutes apart, lasting near one minute each, for about 1.5 hours.
See "I'm fine Dad. I just need to sit for a minute."
We called my doctor's office, who advised us to come in and get checked. I was 4cm going on 5cm dilated and by some form of swabbing and microscope procedure it was determined that my water did in fact break. This is automatic admission to the hospital (and apparently panic) in the eyes of any traditional obstetrician. I was transported via wheelchair, against my request to walk, to the hospital adjacent to the doctors office. Nursing swooped in from all directions resulting in me flat on my back, being poked and prodded for IV access, and hammered with mostly ridiculous questions. In all the chaos I meekly asked for a drink of water to which a group of voices responded "you can't have anything to eat or drink" without even looking up at my ash gray face and eyes rolling back in my head. I think maybe it was Jim that pointed out I was about to pass out. Now I'm flat on my back with ice packed under my neck and an IV with fluids that I didn't want, a nurse came in to inform me that the doctor had ordered a pitocin drip.
I broke down and started crying. Little uncontrollable sobs with tears streaking down my face. All I could think about was, "here we go...." The snowball effect of unnecessary interventions and limitations that occur when woman delivery in a traditional hospital setting. Flat on my back, hooked up to wires & monitors, unable to drink, eat or change positions. And wouldn't you know it....my contractions had slowed down to a crawl. I really was devastated at this point. Jim was upset, cursing, and committing to a home birth the next time around.
I refused the pitocin until I was able to speak with one of my doctors directly. I just came from their damn office. Why couldn't someone have spoken to me there about this plan? I just closed my eyes and tried to calm myself and refocus my energy.
See "Do not even think about talking to me until I open my eyes"
Apparently they were concerned about the amount of time that had passed since my water broke (about 12 hours) compared to the status of my labor. Through teary eyes I practically begged my doctor to wait a few more hours before starting the medication. She said I had no choice. No choice in what happens to my own body. Some things in healthcare make no sense. She did agree to delay antibiotics and allow me the use of a portable fetal monitor so that I could get out of bed and move around again. I was started on the lowest possible dose of pitocin and it was never increased.
I got out of that damn bed and moved around the labor and delivery area and within a few minutes my contractions were back in full swing. I was mentally prepared for hours more of labor, but from this point everything happened really quickly. My dad actually went back to our house (less than 5 minutes from the hospital) to have lunch and walk the dog. By the time he got back he had missed the whole thing.
My contractions started coming stronger and closer together and I was having trouble walking around. We stayed in the room and closer to the bed so I could sit during contractions but move around some in between. Nurses and the in house doctor started preparing the room with the little baby box, heat lamps, and delivery stuff. I started having a lot of pressure during contractions and really had to focus on Jim and my breathing methods.
See "I could care less who sees me in this state"
Everyone said it and it was definitely true. Transition was definitely the hardest part but never once did I think about or ask for medication. My legs were trembling and I was soooo hot! Jim used a wet washcloth and ice chips on my face and chest in between contractions but I wouldn't let him move much more than that. The contractions were really intense and really close together. For me the hardest thing was at some point I was fully dilated but had an anterior lip so I was allowed to push yet....but dear god did I want to push. Jim ended up with a large red claw mark on his shoulder during this period. But, once I got the Ok to push it was smooth sailing. With the help and support of Jim and our nurse, Riesling was born about 20 minutes later.
With Riesling cleaned, swaddled and snuggling with Daddy I delivered the placenta and had a bit of repair work down. One or two stitches in the classic area and then a terribly painful hematoma in an extremely sensitive area. Let's just say that it required a second doctor to come in and retract. They actually wanted to put me under general anesthesia but I refused because I wanted to be able to nurse the baby. And seriously...anesthesia now?! It was a bit dicey at points and I can't believe I didn't reactively kicked the doctor in the face during the procedure.
See "You need to repair what?"
After what seemed like eternity I was allowed to hold and nurse Riesling. She latched on and feed on both sides for a good amount of time. I will say that although I thought I had prepared for breastfeeding I obviously had no idea what I was doing nor was the labor and delivery nurse any help. I couldn't remember anything about latching or positions at this point and it actually hurt a lot. See "I seriously think she is biting off my nipple" But I didn't care at this point. I was already so in love with that little bundle that I didn't care one bit....
When you talk to people about pregnancy, labor, and delivery everyone will tell you that they just want a healthy baby and how you get to that point doesn't really matter. Of course I wanted that as well, but truth be told, how it happened did matter to me. And because it mattered I made conscious decisions throughout my pregnancy about health and wellness and equipped myself with as much knowledge as possible. The beginning and the end were exactly as I hoped. The crap in the middle was unnecessary sh*t that I had to deal with because of my decision to give birth in a traditional hospital setting with an obstetrician vs a midwife.
I was six days overdue. Around 1 or 2am I woke up to a wet-ish sensation. Did my water break? According to any movie or TV show I've watched it should be a gushing followed immediately by racing to the hospital and birthing my child within minutes. It wasn't even close to that so I thought maybe my bag of waters was just "leaking" or it was just some other form of pregnancy related wetness (gross things happen with pregnancy people). Either way I was not in a panic, went back to bed and tried to relax hoping I would start having some steady contractions. Which I did. I still wasn't for sure that I was actually in labor so I stayed in bed with Jim sleeping soundly next to me and tried to doze while also paying attention to the time between contractions.
After awhile I realized that the were pretty steady and deemed myself in labor. It was advised in our birthing class to try and rest as much as possible in early labor because you'll basically never get to rest again, so I attempted to keep snoozing with little success.
At some point I woke Jim up more for mental support than anything. We packed the rest of the hospital bag, Jim watered his seeds and tended to a few house related things, and I decided to take a shower. As dawn turned into the light of day my contractions continued to be steady and increased in intensity, frequency, and duration. I used my physioball and deep breathing exercises to help with the pain during contractions and tried to walk around in between to keep things moving. We even made a slow trip around the block. By 10 or 11 am my contractions were between 3-4 minutes apart, lasting near one minute each, for about 1.5 hours.
See "I'm fine Dad. I just need to sit for a minute."
We called my doctor's office, who advised us to come in and get checked. I was 4cm going on 5cm dilated and by some form of swabbing and microscope procedure it was determined that my water did in fact break. This is automatic admission to the hospital (and apparently panic) in the eyes of any traditional obstetrician. I was transported via wheelchair, against my request to walk, to the hospital adjacent to the doctors office. Nursing swooped in from all directions resulting in me flat on my back, being poked and prodded for IV access, and hammered with mostly ridiculous questions. In all the chaos I meekly asked for a drink of water to which a group of voices responded "you can't have anything to eat or drink" without even looking up at my ash gray face and eyes rolling back in my head. I think maybe it was Jim that pointed out I was about to pass out. Now I'm flat on my back with ice packed under my neck and an IV with fluids that I didn't want, a nurse came in to inform me that the doctor had ordered a pitocin drip.
I broke down and started crying. Little uncontrollable sobs with tears streaking down my face. All I could think about was, "here we go...." The snowball effect of unnecessary interventions and limitations that occur when woman delivery in a traditional hospital setting. Flat on my back, hooked up to wires & monitors, unable to drink, eat or change positions. And wouldn't you know it....my contractions had slowed down to a crawl. I really was devastated at this point. Jim was upset, cursing, and committing to a home birth the next time around.
I refused the pitocin until I was able to speak with one of my doctors directly. I just came from their damn office. Why couldn't someone have spoken to me there about this plan? I just closed my eyes and tried to calm myself and refocus my energy.
See "Do not even think about talking to me until I open my eyes"
Apparently they were concerned about the amount of time that had passed since my water broke (about 12 hours) compared to the status of my labor. Through teary eyes I practically begged my doctor to wait a few more hours before starting the medication. She said I had no choice. No choice in what happens to my own body. Some things in healthcare make no sense. She did agree to delay antibiotics and allow me the use of a portable fetal monitor so that I could get out of bed and move around again. I was started on the lowest possible dose of pitocin and it was never increased.
I got out of that damn bed and moved around the labor and delivery area and within a few minutes my contractions were back in full swing. I was mentally prepared for hours more of labor, but from this point everything happened really quickly. My dad actually went back to our house (less than 5 minutes from the hospital) to have lunch and walk the dog. By the time he got back he had missed the whole thing.
My contractions started coming stronger and closer together and I was having trouble walking around. We stayed in the room and closer to the bed so I could sit during contractions but move around some in between. Nurses and the in house doctor started preparing the room with the little baby box, heat lamps, and delivery stuff. I started having a lot of pressure during contractions and really had to focus on Jim and my breathing methods.
See "I could care less who sees me in this state"
Everyone said it and it was definitely true. Transition was definitely the hardest part but never once did I think about or ask for medication. My legs were trembling and I was soooo hot! Jim used a wet washcloth and ice chips on my face and chest in between contractions but I wouldn't let him move much more than that. The contractions were really intense and really close together. For me the hardest thing was at some point I was fully dilated but had an anterior lip so I was allowed to push yet....but dear god did I want to push. Jim ended up with a large red claw mark on his shoulder during this period. But, once I got the Ok to push it was smooth sailing. With the help and support of Jim and our nurse, Riesling was born about 20 minutes later.
With Riesling cleaned, swaddled and snuggling with Daddy I delivered the placenta and had a bit of repair work down. One or two stitches in the classic area and then a terribly painful hematoma in an extremely sensitive area. Let's just say that it required a second doctor to come in and retract. They actually wanted to put me under general anesthesia but I refused because I wanted to be able to nurse the baby. And seriously...anesthesia now?! It was a bit dicey at points and I can't believe I didn't reactively kicked the doctor in the face during the procedure.
See "You need to repair what?"
After what seemed like eternity I was allowed to hold and nurse Riesling. She latched on and feed on both sides for a good amount of time. I will say that although I thought I had prepared for breastfeeding I obviously had no idea what I was doing nor was the labor and delivery nurse any help. I couldn't remember anything about latching or positions at this point and it actually hurt a lot. See "I seriously think she is biting off my nipple" But I didn't care at this point. I was already so in love with that little bundle that I didn't care one bit....
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Photos
I'm working on writing Riesling's birth story but it seems to be taking forever. In the meantime you can enjoy some images which I have titled "Birthing Pain in Stages"
I'm fine Dad. I just need to sit for a minute.
Do not even think about talking to me until I open my eyes
You need to repair what?
Pain? What pain?
I'm fine Dad. I just need to sit for a minute. 
Do not even think about talking to me until I open my eyes
I could care less who sees me in this state
***And then there was transition, pushing, and the actual birth of my dearest Riesling. You will have to use your imagination because I thankfully have no pictures of my primal grunting, deep throated moaning, and high pitch screaming. ***
You need to repair what?
I seriously think she is biting off my nipple
Pain? What pain?Wednesday, March 21, 2012
1 Month
It's hard to believe one month ago I looked like this....
My dad was planning to drive from Ohio when he got word that I was in labor, hoping to make it here before the baby was actually born or shortly following. Last minute he decided to just come on over, check out the big belly, and relax with Jim and I until the baby arrived. He took these belly pictures less than 24 hrs before Riesling was born. It's hard to believe that this little person that has completely changed my life was all snug and cozy in my belly not so long ago....
My dad was planning to drive from Ohio when he got word that I was in labor, hoping to make it here before the baby was actually born or shortly following. Last minute he decided to just come on over, check out the big belly, and relax with Jim and I until the baby arrived. He took these belly pictures less than 24 hrs before Riesling was born. It's hard to believe that this little person that has completely changed my life was all snug and cozy in my belly not so long ago....
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Baby Robinson is here!!
We proudly welcome to the world Ms. Riesling Debra Robinson.....
February 22, 2012
February 22, 20124:40pm
8 lbs 1 oz
20 1/4 inches
Jim did an absolutely amazing job as my birthing coach! I'm so happy that I was able to stick with our birth plan and go through delivery without any pain medication. We had a rough start to things once we arrived at the hospital (a story for another day) but it all worked out as planned. I won't try to fool anyone into thinking it wasn't just a wee bit painful but I felt so good when it was all over and so did Riesling. It was worth every scream, grunt, and holler.
8 lbs 1 oz
20 1/4 inches
Jim did an absolutely amazing job as my birthing coach! I'm so happy that I was able to stick with our birth plan and go through delivery without any pain medication. We had a rough start to things once we arrived at the hospital (a story for another day) but it all worked out as planned. I won't try to fool anyone into thinking it wasn't just a wee bit painful but I felt so good when it was all over and so did Riesling. It was worth every scream, grunt, and holler.
It's more love than we ever knew possible.....
Sunday, February 19, 2012
No Baby
Waiting for your first child is mental & emotional torture. Sure I have a little back pain, heartburn, and can't wait to indulge in a sushi feast and glass of wine, but overall physically I feel pretty darn good. It's the anticipation of a major life changing event that gets to you. Life as we know it in the Robinson house will be completely different....one day....soon...maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe 3 days from now. Not to mention we just can't wait to meet our little guy or girl and see their sweet little face. Aaaaahh!!!
I thought a little fresh air and hill climbing might encourage Baby Robinson to make an appearance today. So far no luck but it was a nice brisk morning to be playing in nature....
Friday, February 17, 2012
Creating New Life. Week 40
Husbands. When your wife has endured 40 long weeks of pregnancy, is patiently waiting to give birth to your child and remarks, "pretty soon my belly will be too big to even fit into your t-shirts..." Do not respond with "don't get them all stretched out!" I also don't recommend bringing home the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition and displaying it in the open. I mean I get it. At this point you may need to glance at a more slender version of the female form, but quite honestly I don't. Swimwear is actually a frightening thought for me at this point. I do however recommended endless back massages without complaint and special treats like raisnets and gummy worms. Thanks for being a great husband Jim.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Welcome back soft cheese
Occasionally people inquire about what my first post-pregnancy splurge will be. You know something I've been denied due to the creation of new life. For awhile I've been thinking sushi. That was until I say this. Goat cheese wrapped grapes! I'm drooling on my keyboard.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Creating New Life. Week 38 1/2
Nine more days until my 'due date' and another crappy Photo Booth picture for you to enjoy....
I bought this tunic style top to wear to my shower last month and haven't worn it since. It's really light weight and has a bit of a static issue. But today it's sunny and warm, so I decided to layer it with one of my favorite non-maternity cardigans, my skinny jeans, and boots for my big outing today; Ikea, lunch with a friend, then I'll finish off the excitement with a trip to WholeFoods. At least I had a reason to get dressed today.
I bought this tunic style top to wear to my shower last month and haven't worn it since. It's really light weight and has a bit of a static issue. But today it's sunny and warm, so I decided to layer it with one of my favorite non-maternity cardigans, my skinny jeans, and boots for my big outing today; Ikea, lunch with a friend, then I'll finish off the excitement with a trip to WholeFoods. At least I had a reason to get dressed today.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Come out and play Baby!
I'm officially on maternity leave. I think it was more for the patients than me. They were started to suddenly have no complaints and only concerns about the baby and whether or not it was actually Ok for me to still be working. Good peps I have in my office. Now I just have to figure out how to fill up my endless days and nights.
Things have been pretty low key recently. No major house projects. No travel or adventure (obviously). I haven't even been cooking anything new or exciting. We've just kinda been sticking to a wintery routine of walking the neighborhood, running errands, and getting things organized around the house. But now that we've accomplished that and Baby is still not here.....
What did you do while waiting for your first baby to arrive?
Any book or movie recommendations?
Did you start any strange nesting projects?
Things have been pretty low key recently. No major house projects. No travel or adventure (obviously). I haven't even been cooking anything new or exciting. We've just kinda been sticking to a wintery routine of walking the neighborhood, running errands, and getting things organized around the house. But now that we've accomplished that and Baby is still not here.....
What did you do while waiting for your first baby to arrive?
Any book or movie recommendations?
Did you start any strange nesting projects?
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