Discovering that two is an everchanging game.
Sometimes the timing is perfect, note the simultaneous napping and eating.
A thing of beauty I tell ya.
Also notice the devilish look on Briar's jammy face. Also beautiful, but what an imp. And a fast one.
Life with two is definitely different.
Times I would have been taking pictures are now spent changing a second diaper or trying to squeeze in time one on one with Briar or Avery. Here are some pictures to bridge the gap until I figure out where blogging fits into the mix.
Playing in the water at the park with Dad.
Speaking her mind.
Taking a break from the slide.
Running for the slide.
Now this, is a yawn.
Contemplating the decimation by poop explosion of the fourth outfit of the day. (before noon)
Peace out sis.
Must climb higher, move faster, terrorize more.
Cozy and alert.
Playing for her baby sister.
We had begun to speculate that if and when my water finally broke it would somehow interfere with viewing the final episode of the West Wing. I am happy to announce (I know, I know, hold back your surprise that the pregnant beast is saying something pleasant) that I held things together through the West Wing.
I have been having contractions about every five minutes or less since a few minutes before the show began. It's now close to 10:30 and they are coming closer, longer and harder. Sooooo, we're going to wait a while, hopefully until things get noticeably more intense so that we can avoid that humiliating trip back from the hospital when they say, "Nope, sorry, you aren't quite ready yet."
I thought I'd take the opportunity to post some more photos of Briar. I hate the idea of leaving for two days because each day is so filled with new discoveries and unforgettable moments.
Briar is so immersed in her love of books she has taken to reading to the animals.
This morning Sean made breakfast for us, Briar particularly enjoyed the organic blackberry jam on her toast.
Still pregnant.
The wattage of my "glow" is significantly diminished.
Sean keeps telling me I look beautiful. He just recognizes the warning signs of a pregnant woman at the end of her swollen, achy, harassed rope. High probability of head biting off, venomous barbs being spat, or hysterical tears. I think I am actually holding together pretty well, but must say that it is pretty remarkable how quickly one runs out of civil responses for the following scenario:
~~brring, brring, brri~~
"Hello?"
"Oh hi. I didn't think you'd be there. How are you? Any baby yet?"
Yesterday as we walked the streets of downtown Glens Falls trying to coax the baby out women would look at me and say, "Oh, congratulations. I remember those days. How wonderful. When are you due?"
Saccharine smile, "Oh thank you. Actually I'm just a bit overdue."
"Ohhhh."
When I was on the phone with the midwife Thursday, the day my doctor said we'd go ahead and break my water, she said, "Why don't you make an appointment for sometime next week? We'll talk then."
"But, Dr. Guido said..."
"Oh, you're just having so much trouble being patient aren't you? It's just so hard."
Ok, that may be true, but c'mon, isn't it her job to sort of humor us hormonal, uncomfortable, helpless pregnant women?
I know, it's all just whining, but when you venture into a pregnancy you have an understanding of it being a 40 week contract, with the potential for an early dismissal. Then to have someone say, just days shy of your finish line, "Looks like you've just got'a couple of hours," you rejoice. So understand that each hour beyond the utterance of those words, and each minute beyond the 40 week mark suddenly enters some sort of otherworldly time vortex of pain wherein moments stretch to unendurable measures of time, days become weeks. The agony is further heightened by the ringing phone and chiming doorbell.
After all this I get to thinking about the life inside of me and get guilty. It needs the extra time. I want a healthy baby, right?
Miserable.
Please just let me have the baby. Let it be healthy.
Still waiting. I promise we will update as soon as we have news.
Right now just enjoying time with Briar and trying to not be annoyed by the incessant phone calls.
I'd post a belly shot, but it just seems obscene it's so big.
Groan.
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After a trip to the park, a walk and playing with sidewalk chalk a bath was very much needed tonight.
A grand time was had by all.
So, we totally dropped the ball on the profile shots with this pregnancy. The first two are from exactly one week ago, the three that follow are from tonight, what we hope is the ve of this baby's birth.
