Zachary Richard has arrived!!

May 10, 2008 at 440am after a 22 hour induction and three hours of pushing our new little bundle of joy is finally here!

20inches long and weighing 8 pounds and 15 ounces, he was the same height but almost 1 pound heavier than Dylan. And that's where the similarities stop. Dylan's birth happened like it reads in a text book, Zach must have read the cliff notes and skipped pages. So far he's a good eater(latched on 10 minutes after birth) and a good sleeper(knock, knock)

I'm off doing mother's day shopping with my big boy. See ya soon.

Not today.

We got the call from the doctor, after his consultation with his colleague, nothing will happen today. Man, that sucks! After I finished stomping my feet and muttering to myself, because I was convinced he would do something immediately, I realized that I'm a moron and should be happy that the baby is doing fine. Why rush it? Only one reason, I'm incredibly anxious, prone to tantrums, and I'm a grown man who acts like a baby. On the other hand Tricia, who has reason to be upset about carrying a child around post due date, is calm and incredibly easy-going. It's got to be the pregnancy hormones! The same ones that have made her more emotional than ever have mellowed her in the final days of this pregnancy.

Thursday we will be going in for more non-stress testing. Hopefully, we won't make it that far but, with the way things are going, I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up cuz then I'll just get cranky again when Thursday rolls around and I'm at the doctor's office and not the hospital.

If baby2 hasn't come before Friday morning at 530am, Tricia will be induced. The only thing good about this is, we have a definite start to the beginning of the labor. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.

Just two ultrasounds and a stress test.

Today, we were offered a glimpse into the life of our overdue baby. It seems that there is plenty of room in mommy's tummy so why should he/she ever leave. It turns out that Tricia has too much amniotic fluid so the baby, for one, is completely comfortable, and two, he/she is floating and potentially unable to come down. It's possible our little baby 2 has wanted to come out but can't "dive" low enough to make it to the opening.

We'll hear about some options tomorrow after our doctor consults with a colleague. All is well. We want to know if baby2 can come down or out without help.

On another note, Dylan had his first pee pee accident in his bed overnight. I wasn't around to witness it but he talked with me about it later on at the doctor's office. I assured him that it was ok and that accidents happen. He told me that mommy said that same thing. It was very cute how he brought it up and seemed a bit upset about it. He seemed better after our talk.

Nope.

It appears we will make it through another weekend without baby2. I've never been one that was good at waiting, so, having a sore throat and not sleeping well is having a terrible effect on my disposition. Couple my disposition with Tricia's and Dylan must be having a "wonderful" time. I must give Tricia credit, she seems to be in a better mode than I, she's always had the better poker face. Oh, and I'm a baby.

The weather is nice today so we'll try and walk the baby out, it didn't work yesterday, so I shouldn't expect a different result.

Don't Ask!

Nap-time Chat.

This just happened and made me laugh. I heard Dylan walk past the office door on his way, I thought, to the bathroom. Next I see him laying on top of Turtle. I say, "I thought you were going pee pee", to which he replies "No, my butt is going poopy". I say,"then why don't you get you butt on the potty". He replies, "Ok, Daddy", like I've taken all the fun out of the bathroom adventure.

This has been a main component of our bed and nap time schedule of events for a few weeks now, the "I gotta go potty" trip to the bathroom. Where he typically leaves enough pee to cover the bottom of the potty chair or nothing at all. It's all a stalling technique...but sometimes, like today, he tells the truth.

"Daddy, come look at my poopy and pee pee!" Dylan yells from the bathroom. After the potty chair was emptied, cleaned, and sanitized, I enter his room, he informs me that he will be sleeping with a football. So I tuck him back into bed, tell him that I love him, and kiss him goodnight.

No baby news! Damnit!

The day before the "due" date

I'm Nervous. Not outwardly but I'm doing nervous things. Like going down to the basement to look for a project and when I find one it takes me up to the baby 2's things and I begin another, in a long line, of "nesting" activities. It started innocently enough with refinishing a rocking chair of my grandfathers, which took alot longer than anticipated, but it turned out great. Then it moved to fixing a sink, no wait, replacing a pedestal sink with a vanity and different sink altogether. With the household projects almost done it's driven me to keep "extra" tidy so I don't get overwhelmed during the first few days.

A normal day consists of all or some of the following. First, it was keeping the hospital bag packed with the correct clothes, since we packed it two months ago, I've got to include some short-sleeved shirts and maybe shorts. And depending on the forecast, I change that too. I'm 50% sure that I've gone nuts with anticipation. Since our friends are so generous and keep giving us really cute things for baby2, I've had to add another bag to the Hospital luggage, we have three - mommy, birthing aids(including champagne), and baby clothes. Every few days I rearrange baby2's towels, bibs, burp wipes, lotion, hats from one location to another...I would keep myself busy reading or something quiet or stationary but I really can't keep still.

Oh, and our washer is doing funny things. (We bought it last year, so it's new, maybe it's nervous too) It likes to leave the clothes sitting in water when the cycle is complete. At this point, it just adds another step to my neurotic pattern of daily tidying activities.

To make matters a bit worse, Tricia is now home until the baby comes. Judging from the doctor appointment, yesterday, it could be at least another week.

I don't have enough money to medicate appropriately, so I have to keep moving.

So today, I'm thankful for a toddler or two who keep my house scattered with toys and messes that keep my mind off of baby2's arrival.