Yesterday I had the pleasure of accompanying my love on the last day of duck season. While we didn’t kill any ducks, we did actually see a lot, and even got to shoot at some twice. It was fun and I know that Ryan loved having me there with him (his words, not mine!), but like with every new adventure I ended up learning something.
On my first duck hunting adventure I learned the true meaning of waders. This, for all of you who aren’t 100% sure, means you will literally wade through water to get to your destination. For a girl that stands only 5’3” if will be up to your chest and you will swear you aren’t going to make it. Add layers of clothing to prevent hypothermia, a few “light” (read: heavier that what you would expect) things to carry, and absolute fear of the unknown it can be pretty intense. But, once you are out there you are good to go.
I also learned the feeling that no hunter wants to experience in freezing weather- getting water in the sneaky (heavy) waders. It was horrendous. Going completely under water like I was diving for coins at the bottom of a pool was not exactly my idea of fun. I think I was in shock, but I didn’t once get mad at my husband…I simply got up, poured out my gloves, and declared how nasty the water was. I’m a trooper. Here? Here I learned that 3 people on a four wheeler crossing a creek is not the brightest idea.
On yesterday’s hunting trip I added to my list:
I’ve hunted in timber and off a pond with no blinds or anything. Yesterday, we used blinds. Blinds that require you to lie down in while covered up in hay. Hmm…okay. I can do this, I was thinking on the way to our destination. When we pulled up and started putting on waders, getting his gun, the decoys, 2 blinds, and his man purse (I cleverly dubbed) we were headed off for a 15 minute walk. I luckily fit into my waders. (Carrying around an extra 17 pounds in my stomach left me a little nervous, but since it was warm and there was no need for layering I was in the clear.) We started trekking along and it just so happens that when someone is calling in ducks it’s necessary to “look down” if you aren’t properly concealed in your blind. Really? At that very moment I realized why the guys on Duck Commander always have their faces painted. Brilliant.
I realized that a 30 weeks pregnant hunting partner is not that helpful when carrying all the stuff required for a hunt. I was in charge of the gun and the man purse. Poor Ryan carried 16 decoys and 2 blinds. It was a little challenging I could tell…and I felt ALMOST guilty. (He knew what he was getting into.) Setting up “camp” I wasn’t much help either. In fact, I lay on my side, head propped up with a hand (yes I was trying to looking sexy. Ha!) and just watched an armadillo wander from bush to bush while Ryan did everything. He finally got my blind set up and told me to “get it.” Well, okay…I can do this, I thought. There luckily was an incline for me to be propped up against. (Blind makers had pregnant ladies in mind when designing these puppies.) I slid in feet first and got situated. Now, there is a “hood” or “lid” or “helmet” or “top” or “thing” that raises up and down so that you can conceal yourself quickly and pop it open with it’s time. I noticed it when he got it laid out, but never thought anything of it because I was confident that my camo attire, hat, and hay bed were enough to conceal me. Wrong. As soon as it was “time” Ryan said, “cover up.” My response? “With what?” In that instant the thought of pulling out some of the hay from my blind and placing it MORE on top of me crossed my mind…but without hesitation, the hubs said with your lid. Oh. Right. That makes a lot more sense. So I did and instantly confused the smell of hay with cat pee. I tried and tried to think of when a cat had pissed on this blind and couldn’t figure it out. Then, about an hour later I realized it was just the smell of hay. I’ll admit being preggo I was concerned and then felt at ease about lowering my hood at those needed times. I got told about 20 times to put my (whatever choice of wording Ryan decided to use) down. Finally, I got to the point where I kept it down and ended up simply taking a nap. A nap that got cut short every time I heard a gun go off. It was so cute though because I know the baby in the oven can recognize loud noises and he’d be all mellow, but as soon as Ryan began shooting that little baby started kicking like a maniac. Aww, we were all bonding. That, or he was irritated.
And, truth be told, I am a good duck-pointer-outer and got lots of “good jobs.” See, I am an asset…
It was getting close to 5:30 and we had been out there for nearly 3 hours…momma was getting hungry, I had already popped a squat very awkwardly –twice, and found it was time to be heading back home. So, with the okay from daddy-o, he said I could retreat out of the cocoon. So I did…mistakenly though because as soon as I was out of that sucker (which BTW took a little work because in case you didn’t know, it’s hard to get up off the ground being pregnant) Ryan told me “get back in!” This is a joke right? I just said bunney I can’t and did something stupid…I laid back on the ground, behind my blind, head-down of course, and instantly regretted my decision because I was laying on my belly. What? Are you high? Yes, at that moment I was slightly delirious from lack of food I believe. Also, being told “don’t move” was a bit much. I went against Ryan’s advice and moved. Gasp. I was probably the reason why the ducks turned to go the other way. Oops…it was either that or smash our baby which I wasn’t really down with. After the baby smashing incident it was finally time to really go home and trek back in the dark. All in all it was a great day spent with Bunney…we had fun. I learned something and best of all? I get many, many days of sleeping in on weekends with my love. Um, at least 10 more weekends or so until our little man gets here and sleep becomes a thing of the past…
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
30 weeks
How far along? 30 weeks, 1 day
Total weight gain: 17 pounds
Maternity clothes? I own seven pieces of maternity clothes...this week I wore one top, a dress, and my pants when we went hunting. This is progress.
Total weight gain: 17 pounds
Maternity clothes? I own seven pieces of maternity clothes...this week I wore one top, a dress, and my pants when we went hunting. This is progress.
Sleep:I need lots more sleep as the days go by.
Best moment this week: Actually feeling "pretty" this week.
Movement: Rolling around under the ribcage is pretty painful.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: Nothing this week!
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: Nothing this week!
Belly Button in or out? In still.
Cravings: No "cravings" but pancakes always seem appealing to me.
What I miss: Hard core workouts, sleeping on the tummy, bending over completely.
Weekly Wisdom: Don't have a pity-party for yourself when you don't get to go out with friends because going out at 9 is considered "late" for you...Girls' nights will always be there...a baby growing in your belly requiring plenty of rest will not.
Milestones: Hitting 30 weeks! I'm almost to the single digits in the countdown!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
American Idol
I’m a music junkie…
I love American Idol…
I’m pretty sure two years ago when my beloved Paula left I vowed to never watch it again. I love Paula Abdul. Why? I wanted her wardrobe and I’m pretty sure I would have fit perfectly into her outfits without alterations. “Straight Up” Paula, I am “Forever Your Girl.” (Get it?) Well, I ended up watching it last year because of Ellen. I think she’s hilarious and I can easily put the fact that she likes women over men to the side. Also, she starts her shows out dancing…yes, that’s probably why we would be bff. Last year, when I heard that Ellen (and Simon, whhhaaaat?) were dunzo I (secretly) vowed not to watch the show ever again. But, last week the season rolled back around and I couldn’t bring myself to deleting it from our DVR so I sat down and watched it and was instantly in love again…
Randy I have always liked and as for the new judges? Well…
J. Lo, Jennifer, Selena, whoever you are, I really, really like you actually. And your pretty hair. I’ve always liked your music, but I was a little afraid that you may not be “genuine” and a little too “fake” for me but in fact you are not. I like you…don’t disappoint.
Steven Tyler…you annoy me with your shrieks, but you are in fact a legend. I love your sarcasm and your ability to just say it like it is. We would probably be friends in real life if I weren’t a little weirded out by you…
I’ve liked the past 3 shows that I’ve seen (and since our Vampire Diaries in on and we won't be watching tonight's AI until after I'm on to only 3)…I love the 15 year old singing Otis Redding. Sigh. You may be one of my faves and all girls that have raspy voices are also up there. Accountant with a great sense of humor, don’t ever lose it. But…I am thoroughly impressed with one fella named Chris Medina.
His story was heart-wrenching. Dating his now- fiancée for 6 years, proposing, being engaged for 2 years as they had planned, and then 2 months prior to their wedding day she gets in an accident leaving her with a traumatic brain injury and in a coma for nearly 2 months? I cried and cried over it. Not just over the fact that bad things seem to happen to good people, but because Chris was one things that a lot of guys especially now days are not. Chris is a MAN. A man deeply in love with one person, regardless of any situation. A real man says, “Through thick and thin till death do us part, in sickness and health, for better or worse. What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?” His fiancée is a very lucky woman and I am almost positive that she knows this. He takes care of her now with the help of her mother. He is a hero in my book. I admire his devotion to her. I admire that he didn’t walk away when the accident slightly altered the way his beloved bride to be looked only on the outside. I admire the fact that he stuck by her side. I truly admire whoever raised him and brought him up with morals and a heart big enough to endure that type of pain seeing the one person you love struggle with so much. I wish that every guy could be as devoted to one person through good times and bad times as Chris is.
I’ll be honest when I say that I immediately questions whether Ryan would stick by my side if something traumatic happened to me. The answer? Without a doubt. I would never, not for one single moment question Ryan being by my side when I needed him most. He has such a big heart. He was raised right with love and appreciation for life. I’ve been told stories about Ryan’s grandma, who I never got the pleasure to meet, and when she was sick. His Papaw was by her side constantly. It was his job. Never a burden, but just what you do when you truly love someone. I admire people, at any age, who stick by their loved ones. I know there will be a day when it’s Ryan and I are in unfavorable situations and I vow to be there by his side no matter what. I know I will get the same in return. We, together, also vow to raise our children with this attitude in hopes that they may someday, if the situation occurs, be the type of man or woman that we see in Chris Medina.
So, I am rooting for you Mr. Chris…not only in American Idol, but in life as well along side your lovely bride.
I love American Idol…
I’m pretty sure two years ago when my beloved Paula left I vowed to never watch it again. I love Paula Abdul. Why? I wanted her wardrobe and I’m pretty sure I would have fit perfectly into her outfits without alterations. “Straight Up” Paula, I am “Forever Your Girl.” (Get it?) Well, I ended up watching it last year because of Ellen. I think she’s hilarious and I can easily put the fact that she likes women over men to the side. Also, she starts her shows out dancing…yes, that’s probably why we would be bff. Last year, when I heard that Ellen (and Simon, whhhaaaat?) were dunzo I (secretly) vowed not to watch the show ever again. But, last week the season rolled back around and I couldn’t bring myself to deleting it from our DVR so I sat down and watched it and was instantly in love again…
Randy I have always liked and as for the new judges? Well…
J. Lo, Jennifer, Selena, whoever you are, I really, really like you actually. And your pretty hair. I’ve always liked your music, but I was a little afraid that you may not be “genuine” and a little too “fake” for me but in fact you are not. I like you…don’t disappoint.
Steven Tyler…you annoy me with your shrieks, but you are in fact a legend. I love your sarcasm and your ability to just say it like it is. We would probably be friends in real life if I weren’t a little weirded out by you…
I’ve liked the past 3 shows that I’ve seen (and since our Vampire Diaries in on and we won't be watching tonight's AI until after I'm on to only 3)…I love the 15 year old singing Otis Redding. Sigh. You may be one of my faves and all girls that have raspy voices are also up there. Accountant with a great sense of humor, don’t ever lose it. But…I am thoroughly impressed with one fella named Chris Medina.
His story was heart-wrenching. Dating his now- fiancée for 6 years, proposing, being engaged for 2 years as they had planned, and then 2 months prior to their wedding day she gets in an accident leaving her with a traumatic brain injury and in a coma for nearly 2 months? I cried and cried over it. Not just over the fact that bad things seem to happen to good people, but because Chris was one things that a lot of guys especially now days are not. Chris is a MAN. A man deeply in love with one person, regardless of any situation. A real man says, “Through thick and thin till death do us part, in sickness and health, for better or worse. What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?” His fiancée is a very lucky woman and I am almost positive that she knows this. He takes care of her now with the help of her mother. He is a hero in my book. I admire his devotion to her. I admire that he didn’t walk away when the accident slightly altered the way his beloved bride to be looked only on the outside. I admire the fact that he stuck by her side. I truly admire whoever raised him and brought him up with morals and a heart big enough to endure that type of pain seeing the one person you love struggle with so much. I wish that every guy could be as devoted to one person through good times and bad times as Chris is.
I’ll be honest when I say that I immediately questions whether Ryan would stick by my side if something traumatic happened to me. The answer? Without a doubt. I would never, not for one single moment question Ryan being by my side when I needed him most. He has such a big heart. He was raised right with love and appreciation for life. I’ve been told stories about Ryan’s grandma, who I never got the pleasure to meet, and when she was sick. His Papaw was by her side constantly. It was his job. Never a burden, but just what you do when you truly love someone. I admire people, at any age, who stick by their loved ones. I know there will be a day when it’s Ryan and I are in unfavorable situations and I vow to be there by his side no matter what. I know I will get the same in return. We, together, also vow to raise our children with this attitude in hopes that they may someday, if the situation occurs, be the type of man or woman that we see in Chris Medina.
So, I am rooting for you Mr. Chris…not only in American Idol, but in life as well along side your lovely bride.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Marley Phoenix
Marley Phoenix Davis. That’s his name. The name of who you ask? Our first love- "baby" wise.
We love this dog more than we should and we will be the first ones to admit how truly pathetic we are when it comes to him. With Wyatt on the way, I’m a little nervous/scared. Nervous because I’m not entirely sure how Marley will react towards him…whether it will be with love, anger, jealousy, adoration, or despise. There is truly no telling. Scared because I don’t want Marley to be the outcast and end up being “the dog” in our eyes.
So, this post is dedicated to our little fur-baby, who by the way is as handsome as they come since he finally got a long overdue haircut…
Dearest Marley,
You have been a part of Mommy’s life since October of 2008…you were introduced to what would soon become your daddy approximately two months later when I was finally brave enough to introduce you to him. {{Side story: Okay, okay…truth be told, I wasn’t entirely ready for Ryan to meet Marley, but I was staying with Ryan frequently by this time and Marley had gotten his manhood taken away and I was left with no choice but to tote the baby around wherever I went. He was still sore, a little out of it, and looking for someone other than mommy to give him some TLC since I was the horrible lady that put him through surgery. Along with Marley I brought his bed, babies, and food and we settled in for a night of rest with Mr. Davis. I was sooo paranoid that he would potty in Ryan’s house since we weren’t 100% potty trained at this point but I should have known that with medication he would have to be picked up, carried outside, and helped around. (Spoiled, I know.) Marley took full advantage of Ryan…he knew where to get sympathy for his surgery and it wasn’t from Mommy. When I got him in the house, laid up in his bed, Ryan went over and said “hello.” Marley, being a little dramatic (he learned quick), rolled over, sprawled his legs open for Ryan and the look in his eyes screamed – DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE HAS DONE TO ME?! At that instant, I am convinced that Marley became Ryan’s baby and it has forever remained that way.}} You are our baby…we cater to what seems like your every need. I think you have prepared us for a baby in little ways such as making sure you are fed, have water, have pottied, and are happy. Because of you, I recommend everyone get a puppy and start with that responsibility. You were hard work at first…granted mommy was doing it alone, while in college, while living alone, while enjoying my partying days, and for the first time conquering potty-training. But, you were a champ and really caught on quick. You have made not only my life, but your daddy’s as well 100 times better. I even joke to your dad that if it weren’t for you, he probably wouldn’t have stuck around like he did. We know we are foolish dog lovers and the blame is placed all on you. You are our baby…our first baby…and will always be a part of our lives. When Wyatt comes, I pray that you are a good big brother and a loving one. I have visions of you and a 2 year old Wyatt rolling around together, having the best time. I know he will adore you as much as we do. So here is to you Marley Bug…you are a spoiled rotten little baby but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We PROMISE to love you, never neglect you, and always have a supply of Greenies in the cabinet for you.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy
::And yup, I love my blog since I can dedicate a post to my fur-baby without any judgement.::
We love this dog more than we should and we will be the first ones to admit how truly pathetic we are when it comes to him. With Wyatt on the way, I’m a little nervous/scared. Nervous because I’m not entirely sure how Marley will react towards him…whether it will be with love, anger, jealousy, adoration, or despise. There is truly no telling. Scared because I don’t want Marley to be the outcast and end up being “the dog” in our eyes.
So, this post is dedicated to our little fur-baby, who by the way is as handsome as they come since he finally got a long overdue haircut…
Dearest Marley,
You have been a part of Mommy’s life since October of 2008…you were introduced to what would soon become your daddy approximately two months later when I was finally brave enough to introduce you to him. {{Side story: Okay, okay…truth be told, I wasn’t entirely ready for Ryan to meet Marley, but I was staying with Ryan frequently by this time and Marley had gotten his manhood taken away and I was left with no choice but to tote the baby around wherever I went. He was still sore, a little out of it, and looking for someone other than mommy to give him some TLC since I was the horrible lady that put him through surgery. Along with Marley I brought his bed, babies, and food and we settled in for a night of rest with Mr. Davis. I was sooo paranoid that he would potty in Ryan’s house since we weren’t 100% potty trained at this point but I should have known that with medication he would have to be picked up, carried outside, and helped around. (Spoiled, I know.) Marley took full advantage of Ryan…he knew where to get sympathy for his surgery and it wasn’t from Mommy. When I got him in the house, laid up in his bed, Ryan went over and said “hello.” Marley, being a little dramatic (he learned quick), rolled over, sprawled his legs open for Ryan and the look in his eyes screamed – DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE HAS DONE TO ME?! At that instant, I am convinced that Marley became Ryan’s baby and it has forever remained that way.}} You are our baby…we cater to what seems like your every need. I think you have prepared us for a baby in little ways such as making sure you are fed, have water, have pottied, and are happy. Because of you, I recommend everyone get a puppy and start with that responsibility. You were hard work at first…granted mommy was doing it alone, while in college, while living alone, while enjoying my partying days, and for the first time conquering potty-training. But, you were a champ and really caught on quick. You have made not only my life, but your daddy’s as well 100 times better. I even joke to your dad that if it weren’t for you, he probably wouldn’t have stuck around like he did. We know we are foolish dog lovers and the blame is placed all on you. You are our baby…our first baby…and will always be a part of our lives. When Wyatt comes, I pray that you are a good big brother and a loving one. I have visions of you and a 2 year old Wyatt rolling around together, having the best time. I know he will adore you as much as we do. So here is to you Marley Bug…you are a spoiled rotten little baby but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We PROMISE to love you, never neglect you, and always have a supply of Greenies in the cabinet for you.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy
::And yup, I love my blog since I can dedicate a post to my fur-baby without any judgement.::
Sunday, January 23, 2011
29 weeks
How far along? 29 weeks, 1 day
Total weight gain: 17 pounds...I'm gaining weight like it's going out of style. Yes, I realize this.
Maternity clothes? Oh the dreaded "mom jeans" as I have dubbed them. Well, my ever growing belly decided to try them out on Saturday evening for a test drive. The verdict? We enjoyed them. Why? Believe it or not there is room in them. They are more baggy than I would really like, but they fit me well enough. I guess they will be my "let me be a little slouchy while we are visiting parents and in-laws" until I begin to fill them out a little better. And, this week I might even try wearing my maternity dress. Woo...
Sleep: It's becoming a hit or miss. Some nights are better than others, but luckily there are more good nights than bad nights. Everyone should have a Snoogle though.
Best moment this week: Getting to see our little boy in our 4D ultrasound--- he is quite the handsome little boy!
Movement: It hurts. Really I didn't realize just how much it could hurt but my son is strong.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: All of my "literature" tells me of this thing called Braxton Hicks (Yes, I was already aware of it, but I have a flair for the dramatic...) Fear is quite possibly setting in and I swear something of the sort was happening Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go eat breakfast. Ask the hubs about it and I can guarantee you he will mock me in the most pitiful voice and simply say, "my uuuutterussss..."
Belly Button in or out? This whole gaining weight like a maniac is making my belly button not near as cute as it use to be. Bummer.
Cravings: No cravings still.
What I miss: Sleeping on my tummy more and more, clothes fitting comfortably, a cute belly button. haha
Weekly Wisdom: Don't be afraid to try out the mom-jeans. You may be surprised.
Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson
Labor Signs: All of my "literature" tells me of this thing called Braxton Hicks (Yes, I was already aware of it, but I have a flair for the dramatic...) Fear is quite possibly setting in and I swear something of the sort was happening Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go eat breakfast. Ask the hubs about it and I can guarantee you he will mock me in the most pitiful voice and simply say, "my uuuutterussss..."
Belly Button in or out? This whole gaining weight like a maniac is making my belly button not near as cute as it use to be. Bummer.
Cravings: No cravings still.
What I miss: Sleeping on my tummy more and more, clothes fitting comfortably, a cute belly button. haha
Weekly Wisdom: Don't be afraid to try out the mom-jeans. You may be surprised.
Milestones: Just seeing our little man!
Weekend re-cap:
Nothing too exciting happened this weekend...Saturday we went to breakfast and then headed to pick up feed for my dad. Ryan was in charge of removing the ton of feed with a tractor from the back of the truck. I knew it would be comical to me and of course it was. I think he felt manly though in a tractor and all. Either way it was funny and I snapped a quick picture. I just love him and how silly he can be.
Today we went to visit family in Yell county. We finally got to meet baby Lawson who is sooo adorable and has the most beautiful hair ever! All babies should be jealous! Holding him made me want Wyatt here that much more. However, I know he needs to bake just a tad bit longer!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
4D ultrasound
It is true…like most other pregnant woman I wasn’t really looking forward to my glucose test. I heard stories of just how disgusting it is, how quickly they want you to drink it, and then awaiting the results that normally leave you fearful of a 3 hour test that could potentially be in your future. To top all of that off, I had heartburn from the moment I woke up.
We had a 9:30 appointment, arrived right at 9:15 and were instantly taken to the little room where I felt like the lady was like, Here. Drink. Get out of my area. Maybe she didn’t mean to be that way but that’s definitely how we felt. As she was pouring the drink I was amazed at just how much it was…I wouldn’t have thought I was to drink that much. (I think I was being optimistic when I had a picture of a Dixie cup floating through my head.) Nonetheless, I took the cup and began drinking and much to my surprise the taste was just like any orange drink you would normally drink. (I think…I don’t drink orange drinks, but if I had to guess they would taste just like that.) I finished within minutes and back out to wait for our ultrasound we went.
We should have known that our lovely little Wyatt was going to be a stubborn boy. I mean, Ryan and I are his parents. But seriously almost 20 minutes of poking and prodding the little fella he FINALLY decided to cooperate a little. He seems to have a passionate love for my...err, his placenta. He was curled up to that sucker like it was going out of style. Almost every picture we have of him the placenta is included. He was a content little booger, not daring to move away from it. We did get a few pictures of his sweet little face…daddy’s chubby cheeks, mommy’s nose, and an almost even mixture of daddy’s shape of lips and mommy’s fullness. I cannot wait to hold him! He is measuring right on track and weighs 2 lbs, 12 oz. It is so strange knowing what he looks like now...I'm just curious as to how much it will really be once I can actually compare. Regardless, Wyatt is one good looking baby! Agree?
And, the whole "no news is good news" is definitely on my Do Not Care For list... I want to know good news and bad news. The bad news? I waited allll afternoon for a call to tell me I failed my glucose test. The good news? I never received that call. Thank. Goodness.
We had a 9:30 appointment, arrived right at 9:15 and were instantly taken to the little room where I felt like the lady was like, Here. Drink. Get out of my area. Maybe she didn’t mean to be that way but that’s definitely how we felt. As she was pouring the drink I was amazed at just how much it was…I wouldn’t have thought I was to drink that much. (I think I was being optimistic when I had a picture of a Dixie cup floating through my head.) Nonetheless, I took the cup and began drinking and much to my surprise the taste was just like any orange drink you would normally drink. (I think…I don’t drink orange drinks, but if I had to guess they would taste just like that.) I finished within minutes and back out to wait for our ultrasound we went.
We should have known that our lovely little Wyatt was going to be a stubborn boy. I mean, Ryan and I are his parents. But seriously almost 20 minutes of poking and prodding the little fella he FINALLY decided to cooperate a little. He seems to have a passionate love for my...err, his placenta. He was curled up to that sucker like it was going out of style. Almost every picture we have of him the placenta is included. He was a content little booger, not daring to move away from it. We did get a few pictures of his sweet little face…daddy’s chubby cheeks, mommy’s nose, and an almost even mixture of daddy’s shape of lips and mommy’s fullness. I cannot wait to hold him! He is measuring right on track and weighs 2 lbs, 12 oz. It is so strange knowing what he looks like now...I'm just curious as to how much it will really be once I can actually compare. Regardless, Wyatt is one good looking baby! Agree?
And, the whole "no news is good news" is definitely on my Do Not Care For list... I want to know good news and bad news. The bad news? I waited allll afternoon for a call to tell me I failed my glucose test. The good news? I never received that call. Thank. Goodness.
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