This is our's crazy, it's hectic, but most of all it's fun!

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Moby Wrap

Me and my boys (I love saying that) ventured to Conway today. I was absolutely petrified of taking our baby to our first restaurant outing...Ryan, being the "calm" one kept saying everything was going to be okay and surprisingly Wyatt did really well! He was awake for just a little bit, but then quickly drifted off. Don't let the picture fool you...he  never cried he just looks like he is on the brink of a meltdown.

 So we had a nice late lunch with adult conversations! How sweet it is! Next week we may even try a real date night sans-baby! What we did learn today was scheduling around feedings. We fed baby, loaded up, and hit the road. After lunch we decided to go to Target because I wanted to get a Moby Wrap and by this time we knew Wyatt was going to have to eat again so Ryan sat with baby in the backseat and fed him while I jammed out. (For the record, I feel like I haven't listened to music in fo-eva so I thoroughly enjoyed singing to my heart's content.) Once the feeding and burping was over we headed into the store. I was (again) scared for my life that a meltdown was going to happen...

I started shopping, browsing the clothes and bathing suits while Ryan went to the bathroom. I found a super cute shirt and put it in my cart. Not two seconds later Wyatt started to be a fussy butt so I popped in his paci which calmed him for maybe a minute. Then...then I heard it...that unmistakable sound that I have come to fear. Well, I should clarify that I don't fear it so much at home because it's manageable and I am usually in comfy clothes and if it is a horrendous episode I can quickly change. What I am talking about is spitting up. The big ones...not the little ones that aren't bad to handle, but the full fledged I-think-the-entire-bottle-just-came-up. Being alone I immediately went into panic mode because baby had spit up everywhere and was crying like his world was ending. I immediately cleaned up Wyatt as best I could, held him in the middle of the clothes trying to soothe him hoping and praying that Daddy would arrive at that very second. When he didn't arrive as promptly as I had hoped I put my shirt up, put baby back in the car seat, returned my cart, and literally ran to the car to finish cleaning up my poor baby and get him into dry clothes. I quickly sent Ryan a text letting him know of our whereabouts and wouldn't you know it wasn't 2 seconds of being in the car that he showed up. Good timing Daddy! I got Wyatt calmed down, changed, and into a new outfit when I decided we had to go home now. Yes, dramatic, but whatever. I felt bad for Wyatt and felt I was a bad parent because I let my child spit up a store. Granted, I had no idea it was going to happen because his spitting up is inconsistent, but you just feel like it is your fault. Since I really wanted a Moby Wrap I sent Ryan back into the store to get it and when he returned we set sail for home. Thank goodness. (Oh, but don't think we didn't stop for our Smoothie King!)

I was sooo excited to get the wrap on  and see if I like it. I've read mixed reviews about it but I can tell you that I think I am going to love it. Actually, if you ask Ryan, he would say that love is an understatement. I didn't want to take it off once I got him in there. The reason why? ( I think.) Is because it almost felt like he was back inside of me. I loved him being that close to me all snuggled up and comfy. Ahh, how I miss being pregnant! Especially when we have a gassy baby like we did about an hour ago...lucky for me daddy is very patient and we figured out how to alleviate the gas when the drops didn't work!

Thumbs up for sure!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Friday's Randoms...

-I became very intrigued by the Royal Wedding. So much so that I DVR'ed the movie "William & Kate" so I would be well informed on how they met. It was a pretty good movie and I actually cried. (I will seriously be so happy when my hormones are back to their normal state.) I also DVR'ed the actual wedding because somehow or another I knew it would be extremely boring in some parts. Like all the singing, the drive to the palace, and waiting for that all important kiss on the balcony. Which, I would totally give a 4 out of a 10. That kiss was equivalent to the type of kiss Ryan and I give when we are sleepily saying goodbye to each other. I know you're royalty and all, but a little passion would have been nice. Regardless, I think Princess Catherine is drop dead gorgeous though and I'd love to have her wardrobe. While I am mentioning wardrobes, I am in L-O-V-E with all the hats that the British wear. Seriously. In Love.

-It took me 15 days to do it, but I am down to my pre-pregnancy weight! The best part? I didn't even try to lose the weight. I gained 27 pounds total...When I got home from the hospital I had 13 pounds to lose. A couple days later it was down to 9. A few days after that it was 5. Today I hit my goal. Pretty stinkin' excited. When I got pregnant I feared the weight gain because I am fully aware of how I like to eat. Um, like a pig in case you are wondering. Yet, my only saving grace was my love for being in shape. Walking 2-3 miles a day throughout my entire pregnancy is probably the only thing that saved me from gaining 50+ lbs. The kicker though? While I am back to my original weight I still have a pouchy belly. Each day I can tell it is firming up bit by bit, but it's still flabby. With that said, I am a believe in muscle memory though. I like to think my abs are dying to make their presence known again. I was a little weary having a baby in April and bathing suit being around the corner...of course I want my baby to be a water baby so momma would have to be in a bathingsuit...and soon. (And ruffly one pieces are just not an option.) Eek. Luckily though this won't be the case as I will start my workout routine on Monday and I'll soon be shopping for new bikinis. I'm also pretty lucky that I don't have any battle wounds, aka, stretch marks! Yay! This pregnancy was good to me...If we have another baby I hope it's just as easy as this one was!
My pouchy belly! Baby was definitely worth it though!

I firmly believe there are abs under there!
-"Baby blues" are real. I believe it...I've experienced it. I love Wyatt. I love being a mommy. What I'm not so much a fan of is not feeling "normal." After you have a baby your body goes through so much change. I hate not having control of my emotions. I cry at the smallest things, the dumbest things hurt my feelings, but two seconds later I can be smiling and laughing. I think the one thing that makes you realize everything is going to be okay is when you hold your baby...when you realize they need you and depend soley on you. There is no better feeling, no matter how hard it is.

-I wish someone could properly prepare me for motherhood, but I know that no one would ever be able to now that I'm in the role. It is such hard work. Not to mention a "work" that is completely foreign to you. Kissing sleep goodbye and working entirely around someone else is an adjustment. It's an adjustment that you make painfully quick as well.

-I remember hearing people say that they could never remember life before their baby. Really?! I can clearly remember getting plenty of sleep and doing what I wanted, when I wanted. I can remember when I felt pretty and not feeling like I looked like poop. I can remember taking long showers and using the bathroom alone. I can remember lovin' on my husband and not being irritable. I will always remember life before Wyatt, because my life was perfect in many ways. I had a great husband, great family, and great friends. Now? Now my life is perfect and more fulfilling. I still have all those things, but now I am a beautiful baby boy that I love more than life itself.

-Today we got our last meal brought to us. Since we've had Wyatt people from our church have brought us meals every other night. It has been such a blessing and I suppose next week we will be asking for meals from our parents. We will see how that will work for us. I don't think it will be to hard...I mean, anytime they can spend with baby is number one priority even if it means they have to cook for us!

-We are (as of now) venturing to Conway tomorrow. Momma has got to get out of the house and do something. My husbands think I am going absolutely insane and he is absolutely correct. I think I am slowly become more and more stupid/boring my the minute. This is surely normal for moms that stay at home, right?
And I wish the little guy did more of this at night, but that's for a whole different post! We're off to enjoy a weekend with Daddy! Yay! 

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

2 weeks

2 weeks old!

I just love his sweet profile.

and those chubby cheeks!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Caving In

When I was pregnant I would often reveal things that we as parents had decided not to do with our little man.

The biggest? Wyatt would never sleep in the same bed as us.

Last night, I officially failed as a mommy in my own book.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't so much a failure because...Daddy and Mommy got PLENTY of sleep!

We're talking baby slept for 5 hours, woke up for a feeding that Daddy handled, slept for 3.5 more hours and we were up at 6 for breakfast.

It's fair to say that we are well rested for the day. I can't remember feeling this "normal" since I've had the little guy and it's honestly a great feeling.

I never wanted the baby to sleep in the same bed because I didn't want to have a baby dependent on sharing a bed with us. I wanted him to enjoy his own crib (which he thoroughly does for naps-thank goodness). However, when you are sleep deprived, as we were, you throw everything out the window and think about what you need. I wanted to sleep in the same bed as my husband again...not in shifts like we had been doing. And, we had already been spoiling Wyatt by way of holding him on the couch while we slept with him so what's the difference in letting him sleep in the bed? Granted, after I got a great night's sleep we will try for the crib again. I don't want it to become a nightly thing at all. Maybe in a week or so when I'm at my wits end of not getting any sleep we will let him sleep in the bed again.

So, there's my confession for the day. I went against everything I said I would do and it hasn't even been 2 weeks. At this rate we've got a long way to go with the little guy.

And because no post is a good post without's what Daddy finds humorous. Letting me hold my own bottle.

Don't worry...Mommy didn't let it happen for very long-- just long enough to snap a picture!

Sunday, April 24, 2011


Today marked our first official holiday as a family of 3.

I really wish that we could have made it to church this morning for the service, but with a 12 day old baby I'm not quite ready to make that move yet! We're just now comfortable with visits to Mimi and Pawpaw's and Poppa's. Hopefully in a couple more weeks we will make the plunge and take baby to his first church sermon!

We slept in until 10:30 today and started getting ready for the getting ready I mean we moved from the bedroom to the living room to hang out for the day.

After a little house cleaning we read Wyatt his Easter book we had bought him a while back- Happy Easter, Mouse. While I'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed it, we loved reading it to him. Next year will be a lot more exciting for all of us, but we truly enjoyed the day with him!

Can't you tell he is enjoying his first  Easter?

With his bunny from Poppa Steve.

He loves his daddy!
 We had dinner at Mimi and Pawpaw's and they were so excited to get lots of snuggle time with Wyatt. Dinner was great and family time is always fun...especially now that we have a little one here.

Here's our family photo for Easter 2011!
Happy Easter!!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

1 week old

Just a few pictures of our little stinker who is already 1 week old!

Gigantic feet thanks to mommy and daddy! We can't fit into any newborn socks!

Mommy's hands made over!

Monkey toes!
It is so hard to believe that a week ago I was giving birth to this little guy. God has truly bless Ryan and I. We are forever thankful for this little gift from above and treasure every moment with him!

Today, we had newborn pictures and we cannot wait to see them. We know they are going to be great because he is such a pretty subject!

At one 1 week he eats, sleeps, has minimal wake time, and makes stinkies. That about sums it up!

Monday, April 18, 2011

First night home

I have been a mom now for 6 days.

It has definitely been the quickest 6 days of my life and I am astounded that tomorrow Wyatt will be 1 week old. I have 12 weeks off from work to be with him and my only hope is that it creeps by even though I am 100% positive that it won't. I may just have to change my resume to Stay-At-Home-Mom April 2011-present.

I love being a mom. There is definitely no other feeling like it and when someone tells you that when baby is still in the womb, I kind of always wanted to roll my eyes and be like mer, mer, mer. Of course there is nothing like it's a's something that came from you and your's something you created. But, when you actually have that baby and you bring it home your world is changed forever. Seriously...forever.

Our first night home with a newborn was quite an eventful one. By eventful, I mean we spent it in the closet thanks to tornado sirens that went off twice next to our house. Bummer. How things have changed for me and Ryan? On any other night with tornado sirens going off we would have questioned "how serious" we felt the warning was. Chances are we would have blown them off and continued to watch tv and hope that our satellite didn't get knocked out and interrupt the all important show we were watching. But now? Now that we have a baby to watch for we were both kind of on edge watching the storm on tv like hawks. As soon as the tornado siren went of we sprung into action. (Okay, so maybe I didn't "spring" so much considering I was still sore, but I did move pretty quickly if I do say so myself.) Our normal bad weather hang out is our bathroom, but I told Ryan there was no way I could get in the tub so immediately shoes started flying in all directions. The closet it was. Once all the shoes were out, half the clothes were thrown on the bed, and 10 pillows were in place the baby and myself crawled in. Somehow in all this Ryan also managed to pack the diaper bag. We were ready...for nothing. The storm quickly passed over with no tornado (thank you Lord) and so we restored our closet and proceeded to go to bed. Wyatt's first night home will always be a memorable one. It's not everyday you add a new member to the family and end up in a closet waiting to see if the big bad tornado is going to make an appearance.

If anything, I now feel confident that we sort of know what we are doing...

I will admit that I have had one new mommy breakdown which happened 4 days after Wyatt was born. I almost made it to 5 days. And, for the record, it wasn't a "I hate this! What have we done?!" breakdown. It was a "I'm a terrible mom because I don't know what my baby needs!" breakdown.

I got up with Wyatt for a feeding and decided to be a good wifey and let the hubby rest. When there was absolutely no hope in me getting him to stop crying and I had rocked and bawled (think big wet tears to where your eyes are puffy 2 minutes into the cry) I had decided I'd done enough damage and headed sprinted to the bedroom, woke Ryan up in a haste and said very calmy (err, okay maybe I shrieked) "Here! Take him!" Ryan very calmly (and sleepily) took Wyatt and headed off and demanded I go to sleep. Done. I slept hard for 3 hours straight, got up to check on my boys and learned that they were fine and got sent to bed once again. I slept about another hour and got up again and found that my little guy was still a little fussy...breakdown number 2 was about to start. Somehow though, I managed to remember the gas drops were were given... HEAVEN. Within minutes Wyatt was calm and all was well in the world. We went to bed as a family at 5 in the morning and didn't wake up until 10:15 when I decided the baby had slept long enough without eating.

It's absolutely crazy how your life changes in an instant...I would never change it for all the money in the world though.

Today, we headed to get our bilirubin checked. We passed with flying colors and he weighed 8 lbs, 9 ozs so only a 4 oz loss! I love my chunky butt!

And, for my enjoyment---mommy fit into regular jeans today and only has 9 pounds to lose! Yay!!

I love that I did this comparison. I still can't believe I was toting around an 8 lb, 13 oz baby!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Birth Story

I just knew Monday night would be horrific. There would be no such thing as sleep for either of us knowing that the following day we would be having a baby. I know that I needed rest, but a million and one things were running through my head so I didn't actually crawl into bed until closer to 11:30. I know I prayed over and over again that things would be okay and that the delivery would go as smoothly as possible. Also, that in the event of something happening to me, that Ryan would be able to find the strength to raise our son. It's insane the thoughts that go through your head when you are right at the end. I ended up sleeping like a champ...Ryan claims he couldn't because someone was snoring extremely loud. I never snore, but I guess that night my body knew that I needed it. And, Ryan survived.

We had set the alarms for 4:30 since we had to be at the hospital at 6:00. I woke up right at 4 and knew there was no point in laying there for 30 more minutes so I got up and started getting ready. At 5:30 we called to make sure I had a spot at the hospital, which we did, so 15 minutes later we headed out as husband and wife only to return as mommy and daddy.

The most reassuring thing about going into this whole ordeal, besides knowing that God was going to take care of my family, was that my best friend was going to be my nurse the entire day. I knew she would be there at 6:30 because I had already got the low down from her on each and everything that would probably happen. She showed up a little early with flowers in hand and I instantly felt better. The nerves that I had were lifted and I knew we were going to make it through the day.

I got hooked up onto the monitor and heard that beautiful little heartbeat. I also got to see that I was already having contractions, which I couldn't feel. Haley went ahead and checked me and I was at a 4. Not bad if I do say so myself! Ryan and I just sat around with Haley like it was any other day...not a day that would change our lives altogether.

I knew that the doctor would be by sometime between 8-8:30 to break my water. At 8:50, he finally made it into the room checked me and proceeded to release the H20. This was honestly just about the nastiest thing ever. You are sitting there, being checked and the next thing you know water is literally gushing out of you. The best way to describe it? Put a good size water balloon between your legs with the tied end facing the floor. Cut the end off with a pair of scissors. Feel the release of warm water. Yuck. At that very moment I was sooo thankful my water never broke at home. I think also Ryan was happy as well since he had a fear that the bed would be ruined. It very well could have been...and even if it was salvagable, I don't think that we could ever look at our bed the same way again.

Now, once all that water was out of me I suddenly had the urge to pee. Of course. With water still coming out of me at a slower pace I was absolutely nervous to get up and use the bathroom. But, you do what you have to do and my hubs helped me to the bathroom.

This would be a good time to mention that husbands are such an asset during the whole labor/delivery. You will rely on them a lot more than you thought and they will see you in the most awkward disgusting moments. It's almost comical.

We got me back into bed and I just sat around...waiting for the contractions to really start kicking in. I had pitocin going as well so it was just a waiting game. Once they really started to get uncomfortable and made my toes curl, I knew that it was probably time to order an epidural. Haley had told me that it could be 30 or longer, just depending on when they could get over to you so I told her to go ahead and get him notifiied because if it was the latter then I definitely wanted to get in line. When I was really in pain I was at a 5. Mission accomplished. That was the one thing that I seriously wanted to do before I got the epidural. Make it halfway there and by the time I did make it to that point the pain was pretty serious.

I always wondered what contractions would feel like. For the week and a half before I had Wyatt I was having period-like cramps down low. I figured these were mild contractions, but always referred to them as cramps. These were in fact the mild contractionst that I assumed they were because the full blown contractions...the ones that made my toes curl...felt just like those period cramps but about 100 times worse.

Not 10 minutes after I had told Haley to go ahead with the epidural request I was sitting up on the side of the bed getting my back prepped about to get it. Never would I have dreamed it would happen so fast. Think 15 minutes tops and the pain from it all? Almost non-existent. He told me step by step what was going to happen and all that I honestly felt was something similar to a bee sting. Bottom line? Epidurals are amazing and my was perfect. I had complete control of my feet and toes (which proved to be comical to the doctor as I was wiggling them non stop after each push.) He even seemed surprised that I never felt any pressure until he was crowning.

Within minutes of the epidural taking a effect, I was "banging out contractions" as Haley put it. Did I know? Absolutely not...not until I looked at the paper and saw that they were literally hitting the top of the page and staying there. I'd say I got it att he perfect time...I was checked about 1  and was at a 6. I was progressing at about 1 cm an hour so we figured by 5 or so I would have a baby...About an hour passed when my dad decided to go get some lunch when I told him Haley wasn't going to check me again for about 2 hours he said his farewells and everyone left me and Ryan so I could get some rest. (I had already had a short cat nap earlier...I'm telling you epidurals are heaven.) So not 10 minutes into being alone we suddenly heard a gurgling downstairs. I felt it, but Ryan actually heard it. Gross, I know. Being the silly wifey that I am, I told Ryan to "see what that was." Looking back now I should have just got Haley to come and see and saved my husband, but I honestly thought it was more amniotic fluid oozing out. WRONG. When Ryan pulled the covers back all I think he saw was a bloody mess. My bloody show which was apparently extremely bloody...He went solid white in all of 2 seconds and just stuttered "I'm going to get Haley." Haley returns after what I am sure is Ryan scaring her because of the look on his face, his paleness, and the way he said "Sarah needs you." She come in to check me again since that was a little differet and when she did I was at a 9. So yes, I dilated from a 6 to a 9 in about an hour...I immediately told Ryan to call my dad and tell him to come back because if I had changed that much there was no telling how quick I'd get to a 10. He agreed and made the call. This is kinda when everything started speeding up and I remember the fear setting in. I was about to be pushing...This was the part I had dreaded from the moment I got pregnant. It's because you don't know what to's something you have never experienced and it's something that no one can prep you for, they can only share their story.

I had read and read about how to push. You push like you are pooping. It's that simple. And that awkward.

I ended up pushing for 2 hours and 15 minutes.

The crazy thing about the whole pushing thing is how boring I thought it was. I would sit there between pushes and be so bored. Thankfully I had my bff, Ryan, mom, and country music videos to entertain me a bit.

I was given oxygen for a minute and ended up keeping it the whole time...not because I needed it and even Haley knew that because she told me I didn't have to wear it, but because it had become my comfort zone in a weird way. That and it gave me an extra boost during those pushes. WHICH, I was expecting to push in 3 ten second intervals, but I pushed through and did 4. I am sooo thankful that I was in shape during my pregnancy because I honestly feel that it helped my endurance for 2 hours of pushing.

Not only was the pushing boring, it made me so thirsty. Ice chips just did not do me justice. I was dying for a huge Dr. Pepper...which while I was at the end Ryan text my dad and told him to have me one ready. Could that have been my motivation? Maybe.

So, my dear child finally got down there and we could see he had some hair. Mid-push, haley exclaims, "he's got red hair!!!" I immediately stopped pushing, pulled my oxygen off said shut up, laughed, and started pushing again.

When he was finally where he needed to be and it was time to call the doctor I was crushed to hear that he would need some time at the clinic because he still had 3 patients to see and they had all been there for 2 hours or more so he was going to check them and then head over to deliver Wyatt.

Seriously. I know he was the only doctor and all the L & D rooms were full so he was doing a lot of running back and forth, but for real? I was supposed to hold my baby right there for who knows how long? It was about 15 minutes before he appeared and by this time Watt had slid back up a little so I would have to start pushing him down again. This wasn't happening as well as I would have hoped and the doctor made me more than nervous when he said okay, we've got a couple options here. Instantly I knew I was about to have a c-section. There was no doubt in my mind and I think my heart sank and tears probably formed. To my surprise, my two options were an episiotomy or to get the vaccum because he didn't think I could push him down again. He said out of the two, one had a risk on baby and one had a risk on mommy so which did I want to do. I knew which was which, so withouth hesitiation I said the episiotomy. Because my doctor is awesome though, he gave me the opportunity to try a few more pushes to see if I could get him where he needed to be...I succeeded! No vaccum and not cutting! I got him right where he needed to be.

I pushed and pushed and finally they told me to open my eyes and I saw it...I saw our baby sliding out of me. It was by far the strangest feeling ever, but also the coolest. Seeing the little person that you've carried around for 9 months actually being here in front of you is insane. It's a feeling that you can't describe unless you've been there.

What was the scariest was just how blue Wyatt was. His cord was wrapped around his neck, which I didn't freak out about because I knew that was common. When I only heard a few whimpers from him is when I got a little nervous. They told us they were going to hurry him to the nursery because his heartrate was high and he was dehydrated from the cord. After 35 minutes or so, I finally got to hold Wyatt but only for a minute or so, and Ryan even less than that before they rushed him to the nursery only to find that he was perfect as can be. We didn't get him back for 2 hours. It was sad because I didn't get the bonding time with my the time they returned him to me everyone was in my room waiting for him as well. Looking back now it breaks my heart that it wasn't just Ryan and I with the baby getting to know him before everyone else.

I, somehow, pushed out a healthy baby boy who weighed 8 pounds 13 ounces and was 21.25 inches long.

As soon as the doctor saw him he said, look at those cheeks!! Then, look at how big he is!

I am still amazed that I pushed him out...with only minor tearing on the inside. I like to think that I am quite the trooper!
I know that this is extremely jumbled and I wrote it over 3 days...if you think that pregnancy brain is bad, wait until you have mommy brain! I just really wanted to get the highlights down for me and the hubs...even though I am pretty positive I could tell this story 60 years from now and not skip a's just that special.
Here's the cutie at 4 days old!

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Wyatt Hudson Davis

April 12, 2011 @ 5:08 pm
8 lbs, 13 ozs
21.25 inches long

Monday, April 11, 2011

One Last Day

Today is/was my last day to be pregnant with Wyatt.

It has been quite an emotional day...

We slept in until 9:30. This is unheard of even on most Saturdays when we have nothing going on. I think there is a pretty good reason as to why neither of us even had the slightest urge to wake up before that. We know it will be awhile never before we will be able to do that again.

I feel extremely lucky and blessed because Ryan was basically told "to stay home with momma" today since it will be our last real day as a couple. I am very, very thankful that he was here with me during all my emotional moments.

We ran a few errands- got my wedding rings cleaned, looked at push presents, and did a little grocery shopping.

We, mostly me, soaked up all the Marley time I could get today. I cried on and off all day about how Marley will no longer be an "only child." It breaks my heart and I'm foolish for that. I know that Marley and Wyatt will mesh very well. It's just hard knowing that we are about to rock his world. (So I think...every one else tells me differently and honeslty they are probably right.)

I never figured I'd be so emotional...that my excitement about bringing a baby into the world would be overshadowed by fear. I am petrified about tomorrow. I really think everything will be okay once I am actually there and we've started getting the show on the road, but right now? Right now I'd like to "cancel" and say that I will wait until Wyatt decides to come even if it is in 3 more weeks. I don't like the feeling of not knowing what to expect.

I also realize that me and my husband are no longer going to be a family of 2. We will from now on be a trio. It's so weird knowing that it will never be us.

I love that Ryan has been so calm and collected these past few days and especially today. I need that. I needed someone to let me cry, tell me it was okay, and to tell me that they love me.

I know we are both extremely excited about meeting Wyatt, but until we know that he is here with us and that mommy and baby are both okay it's really hard to be ecstatic about the entire situation.

I, also, am so very thankful that my best friend will be my nurse. I get to spend the day with my bff and she will be there for the birth of my son. I trust her and know that I am good hands.

I (we) have prayed and prayed for a healthy baby and a safe delivery. I know that tomorrow is all in God's hands and I just have to have faith that everything will work out beautifully.

We can't wait to introduce Wyatt Hudson to everyone and finally get to see what he looks like!

Thanks for all the prayers and well wishes!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

40 weeks

How far along? 40 weeks, 1 day

Total weight gain: 26 lbs
Maternity clothes? Just the jeans on weekends... I feel very lucky that I got through an entire pregnancy with a 4 dresses, 3 tops, and 2 pair of jeans!

Sleep: These last few days I've discovered 4 pillows are the way to go. Two for my head and one for each side of me. Also, there is no need for covers...even with the AC on.
Best moment this week: Just knowing we are days away!

Movement: It is very minimal and I hate it.

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: Mild contractions which I always call "cramps" and pressure.

Belly Button in or out? In! Yay for it never popping!
Cravings: Pop Ice popsicles

What I miss: Nobody caring how you feel on a daily basis.

Weekly Wisdom: Pregnancy will fly by and there is absolutely no way to prepare for actually bringing home  a baby...eeek!

Milestones: Not so much a milestone, but we get to meet our little guy in less than 48 hours!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

One Last Saturday

The hubs and I woke up this morning and hung out in bed just a little bit longer. We know that these are our last few days for awhile that we will be able to do this so of course we took full advantage of it.

We also knew that we had a long day ahead of us. We were going to paint the posts on our porch so we would no longer feel ghetto and also do some yard work. Big day, right? Also on our minds was that today is our due date... April 9th. It has come and (almost) went...and no baby. It's actually okay with us for 1. we seriously needed to get the posts painted and 2. we are still hoping that Wyatt will come on his own. Oh, not to mention we are enjoying our last few days as a couple with fur-babies.

I was quite the trooper today. I'm pretty sure Ryan was amazed at the work I accomplished. Here is what we got finished today:

3 posts to paint. Check.
My pretty flowers!
A very simple flower bed...yes, we were being very realistic in just how much time we were going to be willing to invest in the beds once Wyatt's here.
 And here is the best part about being outside for 7 hours. Momma got a tan! Whereas I am pretty upset that Ryan and I haven't got to be on the creek any so far and there have been great days for it, we know that our reason for not surpasses those hours logged in a canoe. One of my favorite things about summer is my watch tan. I don't know always has been. Today it decided to make a wonderful debut!

 Laney is ready to be a big sister too! Ha, so I say. I'm sure that she could care less, but she is a pretty little girl (probably the only girl I will ever have) so I had to take her picture!
We are about to enjoy our last Saturday night...we're off to grab some dinner and curl up together. Should be loads of fun!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Victory is sweet

Call me crazy, but when you become pregnant you suddenly have some weird pregnancy radar going on and you know of a million women (and grandmas) that are expecting as well. I had never paid so much attention to people and their pregnancies until I found out I was expecting myself. Then? Then, it got a little weird because I wanted to know ALL about everyone else and “how they were doing.” This is when I wished more people that I knew-knew blogged. Instead, I blog-stalk expectant mommies from random blogs. It’s awkward, but at least I can admit it.

Also, when you are expecting you can remember everyone’s due date. It’s like a competition. You want to know who is due before you, with you, and after you. Then, as you approach your due date and everyone starts popping out babies left and right and you’re left with the bun still baking you wonder if it is ever going to end.

I’ll be the first person to admit how jealous I am to hear of people who are due the same time (or after) me and pop those suckers out days if not weeks before me. I get frustrated because I want to be “victorious” and for someone to be “jealous” of me while I am basking in the glory of having our sweet little newborn in our arms.

This happened last night…and by no means did I even have to pop out a baby to achieve it.

While waiting for one OB visit we sat across from a mother who was very much pregnant and her teenage daughter who had a 3 month old. I was curious as to whether they were merely friends or actually a mother/daughter duo with kids that would be months apart. They were in fact this duo and mom’s baby was actually an accident. Oops…we were fortunate enough to be within earshot of their conversation with a random bystander so we got the scoop. Another thing I learned that we had the same due date. Of course…just another person who without a doubt would have a baby before me.

However, this is not the case! In Wal-Mart last night I spotted her and immediately told Ryan (and yes, I’m tacky for dubbing her this) there’s the older –didn’t say old, just oldER—lady who’s pregnant! He of course had forgotten who she was, because unlike his crazy wife, doesn’t remember everyone with child. After I reminded him of who she was he had to instantly notice that I was gloating. Seriously. I felt victorious. I just knew I was going to beat this woman to the finish line even though I would never see the woman again. At least not before my delivery. In my mind I would be having a baby before her.

The day ended on a good note.

Today, we had our last OB appointment. In and out in 45 minutes… While I had only thinned out some more we were given our instructions on when and where to be next Tuesday for our induction. But, that (even as I type this I realize how shallow I am) wasn’t the best part. After I gave my urine sample I was heading to our room and saw her again. Yes, grandma with a baby on the way. I, again, immediately told Ryan that she was out there. (Repeat explaining who “she” was.) Our nurse was in there when I was sharing this so I proceeded to tell her the story and she said, well…she was hoping for the 12th but he is all full (Yes, I like to think I took the last spot to be induced by our shared doctor). She now is looking at the 14th. So, unless she goes sooner, I think you’ve got her beat. Music to my ears.

See how foolish pregnancy can make you? Who seriously cares when you have a baby as long as they come and are healthy! I’ll be ready to get back to my normal ways…once the “hormone-hell” I’ve read about subsides. That will be for a later post though…be sure of it.

Also…I’ll be petty one last time. I lost 2 lbs! As the nurse said, I’m getting a head start! (And without even trying! My fear of a 10 lb baby has now been replaced with oh, just a 9 lb chub!)

Also also...I got 27 well wishes from mommies and mommies-to-be from a yoga class in Alaska! I love hearing about when people read my blog and share it with others. It's so exciting and well wishes are always appreciated!!
AND-- look who finally got their craving!! Thank goodness for sno cone stands finally being open! Yay!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Decorating according to Ryan

When we first started dating Ryan's house consisted of white walls, a mounted deer head in the living room, prints of ducks, birds, elk, etc. This is what he considered to be "decorating" I'm sure. Granted, it was a bachelor pad that he had living in for 2 years or so when we met. How past girlfriends delt with it is beyond me. I don't know if it was because when we started dating we just "knew" it was meant to be and I was a-okay with letting Ryan know the white walls (and animals) had to go and pretty quick. It didn't take but maybe a month and a half of dating before he let me pick the paint to redo the living room in and then the master bedroom. I was absolutely positive (and I think he was too) that I was in it for the long run.

Well, we got the painting done and to my surprise we got the animal prints taken down from all the walls and begin to put up actual "decor." The only thing I wasn't "winning" at was getting the deer head down. I'm telling you though, if it wasn't behind our tv and heavy, I probably would have gotten it down on my own. That along with one print of ducks flying in is what remains of Ryan's collection that he loved so much for so long.

Now? Now our living room feels like a shrine to the Davis'. We cannot wait until Wyatt is here and we can finally put some family pictures up! Much less awkward...

We had our anniversary a couple weeks ago. Our gifts to each other? For me it was a new Coach purse and for Ryan it was to get a duck mounted. As I had worked so hard to get all the animal stuff out of the house and out of sight, I actually gave in because I knew how badly Ryan wanted this duck mounted. I (gasp) even let him put it on the mantle. What the heck is wrong with me? Maybe it's just that I don't care and the duck is a lot prettier than a deer...I cannot wait until we build our house and the office will be harboring all the animals and prints and my living room will be free of them. Until then, I will just grin and bare it because I know that it makes Bunney happy. This is what love does to you I suppose. I will leave you with pictures of the duck...only because he's so proud of it!

Baby Mix

If I had things my way, I would have a delivery that most people are envious easy, easy labor and delivery that is from a fairytale. Yet, I know that I will most likely have a terrible L&D to share in less than a week. I am a little scared, but I know that the outcome will be totally worth it! Also, if I had things my way, I would have a "blast from the past" type of day where the soundtrack for my labor/delivery would go something like this

1. Get Silly by Vic
2. Laffy Taffy by D4L
3. Get Low by Lil' Jon
4. Cyclone by Baby Bash
5. Still Fly by Big Tymers
6. Soul Survivor by Young Jeezy
7. Snap yo Fingers by Lil' Jon
8. Imma Be by Black Eyed Peas
9. Old Blue Chair by Kenny Chesney
10. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey

Yes, old rap songs that make me want to do nothing else besides get up and dnace...or drop it like it's hot. (Can you tell I miss dancing like a crazy person?) However, as I am nearing the end, I need a little calming music, hence Old Blue Chair. And! When my precious baby boy enters the world after I hear that wonderful cry I'd love nothing more than to hear a bunch of "I love yous" and "Good jobs" from the hubs and to hear my favorite song of all time Don't Stop Believin' blaring in the background. Wouldn't that make for such a perfect day?! Booty-shakin' songs for motivation and the end result being a healthy baby boy! (Who please, please, please is not a 10 lb chunk!)

Maybe if I'm lucky...

Saturday, April 2, 2011

39 weeks

How far along? 39 weeks

Total weight gain: 26 lbs

Maternity clothes? Just the jeans on weekends.

Sleep: Still sleeping good, but I feel so heavy when I get up for potty breaks.

Best moment this week: Learning I am already dilated to a 3!

Movement: Still doing the 10 movements in 4 makes me a little nervous the lack of movement that is going on.

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: Mild contractions which I always call "cramps" and parting with the plug.

Belly Button in or out? In.

Cravings: Pop Ice popsicles

What I miss: Nobody caring how you feel on a daily basis.

Weekly Wisdom: People are always going to ask "how are you feeling?" Just smile and answer...don't look or act annoyed.

Milestones: Dilating on my own and knowing that we will have a little boy here with us in no more than 10 days!!!
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