Lesson Learned: Pregnant Asses Should Not Paint Bathrooms

I have been procrastinating like crazy finishing painting the walls in Charlie's room. I had big plans for stripes in the beginning but since the navy wall took me three coats I kind of lost momentum. I finally worked up the oomph tonight to paint the vanity area. Warning: if you are pregnant and/or have a big ass, you should not paint a room that is only two feet wide. I ruined one of my only pair of fitting workout pants in the process. Every time I turned around to get more paint on the roller I dipped my butt on the wall behind me. Not a pretty picture.

One day I will convince Chris to let me get someone else to do these home improvement things. I mean, you would think that husband makes enough money that I could hire Manuel for $300 to come paint the baby's room!! Not so. If I want anything updated in this house I have to do it myself. Maybe if I break enough things he will change his mind. Hmm...something to think about.

McKenzie Is Here!!!

McKenzie Lauren made her appearance today at 1:14. She weighed 6lbs 13oz and was 19.75 inches long. Kelli was awesome and popped that nugget out in only 15 minutes! It was quite an eventful past 36 hours.

Kelli woke up Friday morning having contractions about 15 minutes apart but they did not hurt too much. Mom couldn't stand to be away so she came to my house about 10 am. Kelli had them all day long and finally called the doctor about 9 pm. Her doctor, Dr. Martin, was not on call so she spoke to Dr. Carter. He told her to go into the hospital so they could check her and see if she needed to be admitted. About that time I started vomiting horribly. FABULOUS! Of all nights for me to get food poisoning... Mom took Kelli to the hospital about 11 (I stayed home since I was still tossing my cookies). They measured her at only two centimeters and told her they would check again in an hour and if she had progressed they would admit her. Much to her dismay, she was still only two centimeters an hour later. She and mom came traipsing back to my house about 3 am. Meanwhile, I am still losing much lunch repeatedly.

Around 6 am, Kelli decided she could not take the pain any longer so she and mom went back to the hospital. She was now at three centimeters so they admitted her. Dad came to my house about 8:30 am and we headed off to the hospital together. On the way there Mom called and said that she was five centimeters and the doctor had broken her water. McKenzie was going to arrive TODAY!

Dad and I got to the hospital right after Kelli had gotten an epidural...thank Heaven! She was feeling good now. At 10:30 she had progressed a little more but her contractions were spreading out a bit so Dr. Carter decided to give her pitocin to speed things along. He told her he would check her again at 12:30.

Everyone tried to relax and Kelli attempted a nap to no avail. At 12:30 we heard the words we had all been waiting for, "Kelli, you are ready to push!" I think a little panic came over her when she realized it was go time. The nurse came into the room and prepared all the instruments while mom and I waited anxiously. The nurse and mom surrounded her while I stood in the back with the camera. I had been instructed to only take pictures from the north end.

The first contraction came and Kelli pushed like a champ. Dr. Carter told her that he could already see McKenzie's hair and that he didn't think she would have to push very long. Sure enough, about four contractions later the little angel was out! The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck but the doctor quickly clamped it off and cut it free. She laid on Kelli's chest and took in the view. She was as quiet as a mouse and the nurse had to jiggle her a little to get her to cry.

Although the initial contractions took forever, she was out in a hurry. She is beautiful and sweet and we are so happy she is here!

I figured out why it is called the terrible two's

It's not because they all of the sudden start acting so much worse. It is not because they refuse to cooperate. It is not because they are headstrong. It is all of the above and because not one thing gets resolved before another one starts. THAT is why it feels like things are so much worse. I feel like before now we would have one problem (behavior issue, refusing to eat, not sleeping etc.) and would focus solely on that issue until it was resolved. Now, the problems are coming so fast that I cannot bat them all away. He refuses to eat anything except sandwiches and goldfish. He pushes other kids. He climbs on everything and then jumps off of it. He refuses to respond to punishment of any kind. One after another after another without resolution to ANYTHING. I need a bigger bat.

Snow Day

Today was Connor's first official snow day where his school was cancelled. We had a good old fashioned family slacking day (minus Chris working upstairs). I ran out of activities about 3 pm. Before that we all went outside...for 5 minutes.