A Working Momma's Prayer

Dear Colin,

This was your very first week at daycare.  As expected, I cried from the time we left the house until the time I got to work.  I just can't believe our time is done :( You were asleep when your dad and I dropped you off; and I'm grateful for that.  There is no way I could have left you there if you were awake and your usual smiley self.  Your dad tried to console me on our way to work-- repeating all the reasons I needed to go back to work, and how daycare will be such a positive experience for you.  The only words I could muster were, "I just want him to know..." before I broke down into tears again.  I don't like crying, and I especially don't like trying to talk while crying.  But today, I am going to finish that thought.

I just want you to know...

• That you're not in daycare because I don't want to take care of you.  That weighs VERY heavily on my heart.  I love taking care of you more than anything in this world, and I cherish every minute you and I are together.  I hope that being apart some of the time will make the times we are together even more special.
• That being employed is one of the ways that I do take care of you.  Your dad and I want to give you the very best life possible, and it is not financially feasible for me to stay home with you right now.  (I asked Sallie Mae if I could, and she said no.)  It's true that money isn't everything; but it's also true that you can't get have a roof over your head or food in your belly without it.
• That I do enjoy my job.  I like researching; I like writing; and I like helping people.  My job affords me the opportunity to do all of these things, and it gives me personal satisfaction and fulfillment that I'm not sure I could get as a full-time SAHM.  I worked very hard to have a career, and I'm not ready to give it up-- even if it was viable to do so.  Hopefully, I can be a positive role model for you and show that it is possible to balance a happy family and a successful career.
• That I think about you and miss you ALL DAY while I am at work.  Over the past two days, I've found myself scrolling through pictures of you on my phone just to get a glimpse of your sweet face.  Although I do enjoy my job, it does not make being away from you any easier.
• That I really do think you will enjoy daycare.  Your dad and I considered every childcare option there is, and then researched all of the local day cares.  I love where you are, and I think you will make some great friends and have a really positive experience.  I would never place you in a situation I did not feel comfortable with or trust.

You only went to school two days this week (we started you on a Thursday), and the next two weeks will be short as well because of Memorial Day.  I think it's good for both of us to ease into this newest stage of life. 

Your teachers seem to really like you and have told me what a good baby you are.  The only problem so far seems to be napping, and I think that's because you're overstimulated and busy trying to take everything in.  On your first day, you took a 25 minute nap, a 30 minute nap, and a 2 hour nap over a seven hour period.  When I picked you up around 4, you slept the remainder of the day and into the next morning.  You were worn out!  (And I was so sad, because I really wanted to play with you!)  On your second day, you took a 15 minute nap and a 45 minute nap over a seven hour period.  When I picked you up, you refused to go down for a nap for the rest of the day, other than a brief cat-nap during our walk.  You did go down for the night without any problems, though.   

Hopefully, this new transition will get easier for both of us.  I'm happy as long as you are happy.  And I hope you know that!

Love,

Mom

Baby Colin at One Month

Dear Colin,

You were born beautiful-- with a perfect round head full of dark hair and blue grey eyes.  I don't know how I made such a pretty baby.  My paternal grandpa always used to say, "every crow thinks his is the blackest," which means that everyone thinks their child is the prettiest, smartest, and very best to ever walk the earth.  But you really are.  You are the darkest, downiest, most melodic little crow I've ever seen.  From the very beginning, you've had my heart firmly in your grasp.

Colin at one day old

I'm actually writing this right before you turn two months, and your first month is mostly a blur.  The biggest struggle we had during your first month was breastfeeding.  I knew it was best for you, and it's something I really wanted.  Unfortunately, my milk never really came in, and I felt like I was starving you to death.  It was a VERY hard decision, but I switched you to Similac at two weeks.  You are growing and thriving, so I have come to peace with that choice.

One perk of switching to formula is that you very quickly transitioned to sleeping six hours through the night.  You started doing this at about three weeks.  You mostly cat nap during the day-- taking an hour-long nap every two or three hours or so.  I feed you "on demand," but you have created a schedule for yourself, and pretty well stick to it like clockwork.

At two weeks, you started taking two oz. every two hours.  At four weeks, you started taking three oz. every four hours.  As in the womb, you remain a pretty laid back baby.  Nothing really seems to phase you, and you only ever cry when you are hungry.  And when you are hungry, you are HUNGRY!  You have a very strong suck reflex, and sucked several hickies onto your arms at three and four weeks.  You will take a pacifier sometimes, but not always.

 

You are the gasiest little thing I've ever meet, and have been that way since birth.  You get the hiccups at least once a day, and you toot all the time.  Your Nana was holding you in the hospital and worried that the nurses would think she was the one tooting, since you are loud, smelly, and unabashed about releasing gas.  I guess a baby's gotta go when a baby's gotta go!  The gas does not seem to bother you, although your dad did have to make a 2 a.m. run to Wal Mart for gas drops one morning.

Just like I knew he would, your dad relishes fatherhood.  You adore him, and he adores you.  I call him the baby whisperer, because he can calm you better than anyone else when you are acting fussy.  I am really looking forward to seeing your relationship grow.

I wrote earlier about the emotional and physical struggles I had when you were first born.  For the first two weeks of your life, I would not leave your side, and your dad and Nana literally had to beg and bribe me to leave the house.  Since that time, I have gotten more and more comfortable getting around and taking you out in public.  I met two other mom friends in the neighborhood with babies close to your age, and we go for walks together a few times a week.  If they're not free, you and I will go alone, which is also nice.  You seem to enjoy being outside and usually fall asleep in your stroller.

And now for the one month stats:

Weight: 10 lbs.; 0 oz.
Length: 22 1/2"
Clothing: some newborn sizes, 0-3 month
Nicknames: Goose, Grey Goose, Mama's Baby, Baby Burrito, Buddy, and (of course) Wilder
Milestones: started sleeping 6 hours or so through the night
Loves: Sucking on your hands, napping on mama and daddy's chests, going for walks, going to Nana and Daddy Ben's house, the vibration device on your Pack and Play (or any bouncing motions), smocked clothing, and delicious Similac
Hates: having your hands and feet restrained, having your hair washed, and being denied delicious Similac

Baby Colin at one month old

I can't wait to watch you as continue to grow.  I'm truly blessed to be mama to such a black crow :)

Love,

Mom

 

What Fresh Hell is This?

Dear Colin,

What people never tell you when discussing pregnancy and labor is that giving birth to a baby is only half of the...ummm..."experience."  Labor scared me, but I had no idea, NO IDEA, that recovery would be so difficult and would take so long.  Maybe it is better that way-- not knowing what to expect?  For me, the most painful times during labor were receiving the IV and having the nurses check my cervix for dilation.  (When I got the IV, your dad almost passed out.  They did not let him in the room for the epidural, because watching that would have put him in a coma) 

Recovery presents its own set of challenges, and is further complicated by the fact that suddenly, you are now a MOTHER with a demanding infant who is cluster feeding every twenty minutes and refuses to sleep unless you are holding him.  I have never before experienced the absolute exhaustion I felt in the days after you were born.  Of course, the silver lining to sleep deprivation is you don't remember anything afterwards :) 

**Please note that I realize there is a fine line between recording difficult memories and complaining.  Your birth story is a positive one.  But I do want to remember the difficult times-- for future reference, and because they make sweet times infinitely sweeter. 

Physical Recovery was...rough.  Because of the epidural, I could not feel or move my right leg for almost twelve hours.  The nurses had to cart me in a sort of standing wheelchair to use the restroom.  However, unlike when I was pregnant and could basically pee on demand, I found myself unable to pee at all and needed a catheter.  (This did not hurt-- I really thought it would.)  The nurses said I could not have my IV taken out until I peed three times on my own.  (This apparently all the motivation I needed to get my bladder going.  That IV was the bane of my entire hospital stay, and I was so happy when it was finally removed.) 

Also, let's not make it a habit of talking about my restroom practices here, but since I had an episiotomy, simply using the bathroom required a SO MANY THINGS, including: a squirt bottle, pain relief medication/spray, Tucks, and pads the size of a king-sized mattress.  I continued to need these things for about two weeks after you were born.  Yuck!  The Tucks were for the gnarly hemorrhoids I got from pushing during labor.  Those hemorrhoids caused me more grief than anything else, because it was impossible to get into a comfortable sitting position.     

I feel like the rest of my physical recovery was pretty typical.  My feet remained painfully swollen for about a week after you were born, but returned to normal seemingly overnight.  My "cold hands," which I learned was actually pregnancy-induced carpal tunnel, went away after about two or three weeks.  At my four week post-partum doctor's appointment, I was only 15 lbs. away from my pre-pregnancy weight.  Today (eight weeks out), I think I am down about 10 more (but need to lose much more to reach my ideal weight).  I do have permanent stretch marks on my stomach, so thanks for that.

Emotional Recovery was...rougher.  In retrospect, I think it is safe to say that I had the "baby blues" for about two weeks after you were born (but not PPD).  I cried every time anyone left our house-- friends, family, the newborn photographer, and even a delivery person or two.  I cried every single day your dad went to work.  I cried while trying to breastfeed you;  I cried when I could not breastfeed you; I cried when you feel asleep on my chest; I cried watching your dad play with you.  I cried so hard while reading you a Bible story, that I could not make it through the first sentence.  So.  Much.  Crying.  It was awful.  (I think a big catalyst for my roller coaster emotions was my inability to successfully breastfeed-- which is a story for another day.) 

Another thing I found interesting was that for several days after your birth (maybe as many as five or so), I was still in the mindset that I was pregnant.  I remember going to get ice cream with your dad and Pops the Friday after you were born and I thought to myself, "I don't care if I don't look my best right now.  I'm pregnant.  Oh, wait...I'm not pregnant!"  Or, I would think to myself, "You shouldn't eat/drink/do this because it's not good for the baby.  Oh, wait...the baby was born last week and this won't impact him one way or the other."  

I finally started to feel like myself around the four week mark when I started showering regularly, sleeping in my own bed, and felt brave enough to venture out of the house with you in tow.  However, to this day, I still do not really feel like a "mom."  Even though I've been planning and preparing for this new role for the better part of a year, it's a difficult transition to wrap my head around for some reason.  I have a son?!?  I'm a mom?!?  When your dad or grandparent are talking to you and reference "mommy," it takes a second before I realize, "Oh!  That's me!"  

Right now we are still trying to figure each other out, but things get easier, sweeter, and more fun every day.  I know that this life-long love was worth every bit of pain and discomfort, and I would do it all over again in a heart beat. 

Love, 

Mom  

 

A Baby Story

Dear Colin,

I considered giving up this blog after you were born.  I'm (justifiably) weary of putting too much information about you out onto the word wide web.  But I'm amazed out how fast time is flying and how much you're growing every day.  I want a way to document EVERYTHING, and this blog still seems like the best way to do that for now.  So...here we go!  This is your birth story.

I always knew that you would go past your due date and that we would have to evict you.  Dr. Sayeed does not let her patients go more than a week past their due dates, so at my last doctor's appointment, I asked if she could schedule the induction to give you a St. Patrick's Day birthday.  Sure enough, March 14 came and went and you showed no desire to leave your cocoon (that would be me). So, on March 16 at 10 p.m., your dad and I drove up to the hospital as scheduled and announced that we were there "to have a kid."  After filling out paperwork and getting settled in, we were ready to get the party started at 11 p.m.

When we got to the hospital, I was not dialated at all, so the nurses came in about every three hours to administer cytotech misoprostil to ripen the cervix.  My contractions became pretty intense in my lower  back around 4 a.m., so the nurse (Bree) put Demerol in my I.V., which completely knocked me out and allowed me to get some much-needed rest.  When I woke up a few hours later, your Nana, Daddy Ben, and Uncle Joey had all arrived to welcome you into the world!  Nana was allowed to stay in the delivery room.  Daddy Ben and Uncle Joey were relegated to the waiting room ;)

At about 10 a.m., I was two cenimeters dialated, and Dr. Sayeed decided she could break my water.  After that, labor progressed rapidly enough that they decided not to use the Pitocin.  Just one hour later, I already was six cenimeters dialated and had my epidural.  (Prior to the epidural, all of the labor pain was in my lower back, and the pain was constant.  I threw up three times, including when I got the epidural).  

The nurses continued to monitor your heart rate and were worried that it kept fluctuating drastically and that you may be in distress.  Finally, my nurse (Kara) said, "I think he's ready to come out!  It's time to start pushing!"  I told her I didn't know how!  I literally could not feel anything from the waist down and only knew when to push when coached by Kara or when I looked at the monitor meauring the contractions.  

After about one hour of active pushing, you arrived to much fan fare at 1:22 p.m.  You were 8 lbs., 6 oz., and 20 inches long, with a head of dark hair and grey/blue eyes.  I wish I could write down exactly what I felt when I first saw you, but I can't.  There are some moments in life so extraordinary that even the written word cannot serve them justice.  

    

 Your dad and I will never be the same, and we never want to go back to life without you.

Love,

Mom

Little Colin's Bear Cave

Dear Colin,

You are set to come this week and I still feel like I'm scrambling to get everything absolutely perfect for your arrival.  Your dad's and my problem is two-fold: we are perfectionists, but we are also procrastinators.  Most likely, you will be this way, too.  If so, please know that you come by it honestly :)

Thankfully, your nursery is finally ready!  I am in love with it, and it's exactly how I envisioned it (better, actually).  I hope you enjoy having this space to call your own.  I'm looking forward to many happy memories in our house and in this room, and I can't wait to watch you grow.  

 

This adorable giraffe hangs on your nursery door.  It will also hang on your hospital door when you are born.  I wish I could take credit for crafting this myself, but I ordered it off of Etsy.

The little animal prints above your bookshelf are also from Etsy. This bookshelf...ah, the things I could say about this bookshelf!  It has caused anger, resentment, and real tears over the months (yes...really).  This one is just temporary while your Pops builds a nicer custom one.

The Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls were mine as a child.  My grandma made them for me.  The Dr. Seuss books to their right all belonged to your dad as a child.  We received the piggy bank on the bottom shelf as a wedding shower gift (yes, a wedding gift...not a baby gift).

This is where we you and I will spend a lot of our time together.  The glider is not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but it is comfy.  

I ordered the big Doug and Melissa giraffe from Amazon during Black Friday 2012.  I was not pregnant at the time, nor was I trying to get pregnant.  I just knew that I would love it for a nursery one day!  I named her "Jelly," and she was the inspiration for the jungle/animal theme in your room.  

The little picture above Jelly has the thumbprints and signatures of everyone who attended showers for you (sans work showers).  Your Aunt Missy came up with this clever idea.

I predict that we will also spend quite a bit of time together here!  The "dresses" above your changing table are not really dresses.  They are Christening gowns from your Nana's side of the family that I had custom framed.  I don't know who they belonged to originally, but they are beautiful, and I love looking at them.  

Here is your crib, with a little stuffed monkey filling in for my little monkey until he gets here (that would be you!).  The monkey and the bedding are from Pottery Barn Baby.  The crib is a Jenny Lind crib that was mine as a baby.  Your dad and I sanded it down and repainted it.  (It had been in Nana and Daddy Ben's attic for over 20 years and was in ROUGH shape.)  

The letters above your crib were made with love by my legal assistant, Beverly.  I think they are so cute!

I did not get a picture of it, but there is crown molding in your room that your Dad and Daddy Ben spent an afternoon installing.  It looks beautiful!  I have to give credit where credit is due, and acknowledge that your Dad spent a significant amount of time painting your room, your closet, the crown molding, and the crib, hanging pictures, and putting together furniture.  None of this would have come together without him. 

Your room is the smallest secondary bedroom in our house.  The plan is to keep it as a nursery for all of our babies.  When you have a sibling, you will move to the much bigger bedroom next door.  In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the special space your Dad and I created for you.  Everyone poured a lot of love into this room, and we just cannot wait for your arrival!

Love,

Mom  

P.S.-  I don't know why the spacing is so strange in this post.  Blogger is insane.

Nine Months Pregnant and First World Problems

Dear Colin,

It is hard to believe that you will be here in just a few days!  Your due date is March 14, but if you don't come on your own, I am set to be induced on March 16.  This means you could possibly have a St. Patrick's Day birthday!  At this point, there isn't much left to document about the pregnancy.  I feel large as a whale, exhausted, and ready to "get this show on the road!"  I cannot wait to see your sweet face and hold you in my arms.

Here are some things I do want to remember in these last few weeks days (!):

• Last week was the first time you prevented me from doing something that I REALLY wanted to do.  A few months back your dad bought tickets for us to go see The Eagles play in New Orleans.  I was desperate to go!  I love live music, I love The Eagles, I love New Orleans, and most of all I love spending quality time with your dad.  Unfortunately, my doctor and your grandparents all "strongly discouraged" me from going as it was so close to my due date.  This is what they call a "first world problem."  (Your Pops got to go instead.  This turned out well because he and your dad rarely get  to spend one-on-one time together.)
• To partially make up for missing the concert, I had a prenatal massage scheduled for the weekend.  Unfortunately, due to road closures and traffic, I was 10 minutes late and the spa cancelled my appointment!  It was my fault that I was late, but after getting off the phone with them I LOST MY MIND!  I literally started sobbing like my best friend had died, and had to pull into the Target parking lot to calm myself down.  I know, it was soooo ridiculous!  I called your dad and he thought I was pranking him.  In six years together, he has seen me cry maybe three times; and he did not know how to react.  Gah!  I blame the hormones!  
• I do have one really bizarre physical symptom that has arisen these last few weeks.  It is extreme finger/hand numbness, which I have dubbed "Cold Hands."  My fingers (and sometimes my hands up to my wrists) just feel swollen and numb.  Dr. Sayeed said this is fairly common, but I have never heard of anyone else experiencing this.  It's apparently similar to carpal tunnel syndrome or what I would imagine arthritis feels like.  It is semi-painful, but actually more irritating than anything.  I never considered myself lucky to have two healthy and functioning hands, but I will never take them for granted again!  Taking out my contacts, putting in earrings, takings lids on or off jars, opening packets/mail...these are just a few every day things that "Cold Hands" make difficult.   
• This is my first week on my maternity leave!  If your dad had his way, I would work right up until you were crowning (graphic/gross image, but true!)  I was worried I would feel bored or "lost" without work, but I am so grateful I don't have to juggle it with everything else anymore.  And, I've basically killed it with productivity these last four days!  I have spent a significant amount of time in the kitchen cooking and freezing meals for the next month.  I still need to deep clean the house and reorganize the kitchen.  But, I'm slowly whittling down my "to do" list, and it feels great!  I hope I can get it all done before you arrive!  I just want everything to be perfect for my baby boy! 

 See you SOON!

Love,

Mom

 

Showered with Love

Dear Colin,

Last Sunday (Feb. 9), your Aunt Missy, Aunt Christy, and "Mama Terry" hosted a baby shower for us.  It was a beautiful party and I felt incredibly blessed to be surrounded by so many people who care about you and me.  All of the guests were people I've known for years and who I consider life-long friends, which made the day so special.  

 

The two best friends that anybody ever had: your Aunt Missy and Aunt Christy

 

Melissa and her sweet mama, Mrs. Beth, who also helped with the shower.

My law school pals, including your future best friend and daycare buddy, Elaina

 

Vy and Baby Carlisle; You and Me
 

Sarah and Abby; You and Me (we are due three days apart!)  This picture will work perfectly for ya'lls future wedding slide show, haha!
 

Reunited and it feels so good!  Kayla and me.  I hope you become good friends with her boys.  Maybe you and Tyler will be future college roommates like we were?
 

Your Nana, your Mama, and You!

I hope you never take for granted the people who love you.  I know that's sometimes easier said than done.  But please know, life has very little meaning if you don't have people with whom to share it.  Some people swear they will never have kids or wonder why people want to bring children into a "world like this."  For your Dad and I, the answer is simple: we wanted to expand our family and we wanted our love to grow.  I think it's important for you to know that...for when you're feeling philosophical one day.

Love,

Mom

P.S.- I need to add that your Mamsie made the long drive from Dallas just to be here for the shower.  It meant so much to me not only that she was there, but that she went out of her way to come and help celebrate YOU.  She had to turn around and drive back home afterwards.  Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of her on my camera :( 

This and That at 35 Weeks

Dear Colin,

I am 35 weeks pregnant to date. Or, as I prefer to put it, 35 weeks and 5 days.  (But who's counting?)  I remember so clearly the day I found out I was pregnant.  I had taken two false negative tests the week before, but I KNEW they were wrong.  When I finally saw the little plus sign on the very last test I literally cried with joy.  I actually kept that test (in a ziplock) for a long time.  I was worried one day the plus sign would fade away and take you with it.  I found myself checking it anxiously every few days until I felt sure you were sticking around.  If you ever find yourself thinking that I'm crazy, please know that I was like this before you were born :)

Anyway, time certainly flies!  I truly cannot believe that you will be here in just a few weeks.  Today was our last appointment with Dr. Sayeed before we switch to weekly visits.  Here's the scoop:

Size of Baby: You are the size of honey dew melon and between 5-6 lbs.

Weight Gain: Let's just go with "quite a bit"

Maternity Clothes: I switched over to full-time maternity clothes at about 24 weeks, but at this point, even some of those feel uncomfortable.  Whenever I get home from work I immediately change into leggings and one of your Dad's undershirts.

Gender:  Still a boy!

Movement: Your movements feel much sharper now and almost painful.  I think you're running out of space in there.
Symptoms: When I went to bed one night I noticed that my feet and ankles were swollen.  Like, really, really swollen.  Like, I now have cankles and club feet. 

Sleep: I have to take a nap every day after work.  I'm tired ALL. THE. TIME.

What I Miss:  Right now, I feel like a big egg.  So, I'd say I miss NOT feeling like a big egg.

Cravings:  Ice cream!

Best Moment of the Week:  I had a baby shower on February 9, and it was so wonderful to see so many of my best friends-- some of whom I don't see that often.  We were very spoiled!

Other Things...

• Valentine's Day was this week!  Your Dad and I never do much for Valentine's Day, and this year we celebrated by getting tacos from the Dairy Queen drive-through.  It was totes romantic, as I'm sure you can imagine :)  However, he did get me two different bouquets of flowers and two boxes of chocolate covered strawberries from Dessert Gallery.  So, the day was a total "win" in my opinion.  

• Last week I was involved in a car collision and had to go to the ER to make sure we were okay.  It was a really scary and frustrating experience, but you are well-insulated in my belly and appear fine.  I did get an unexpected ultrasound, which I loved.  I also got to hear your heart beat on the monitor for a few hours, and got to hear you hiccup!  Your Nana was with me and felt you hiccup and move for the first time. 
• Dad and I went to our last class at Memorial Hermann this week.  We went to: prepared childbirth, breastfeeding, and infant care.  I really wanted to go to all of these because I am a planner and felt I would be "less afraid" if I knew what to expect.  But now, I just feel overwhelmed with SO MUCH INFORMATION.  This does not even include the solicited (and unsolicited) advice I've received from friends and family (and busy bodies).  Surely caring for a baby is mostly common sense?  

I cannot believe you will be here in one month (or less)!  I'm excited.  I'm scared.  I'm curious.  Hmmm...everything feels a bit surreal.  I just hope I am ready when you get here!  I can't wait to kiss your checks!

Love,

Mom 

A Happy Surprise

Dear Colin,

Today was a fun day because all of our friends at work threw us a surprise baby shower!  I knew that the women in the office all pitched in to buy your pack and play, but I honestly had no clue we were in for such a treat!  In addition to the pack and play, you got some new onesies, books, grooming products, and lots of diapers.  I feel lucky that I work with such sweet people who are all so excited for your arrival.

Here's a picture of me-- getting completely surprised!  Sneaky Beverly (my legal assistant) told me she wanted to go out for lunch but needed to grab something from the training room first.  Little did I know that everyone from the office was inside waiting to party!  

All of the decorations were so cute!  In addition to opening presents, we also indulged in a fajita luncheon from La Cocina and played a few games.  The grandmothers of the group dominated the nursery rhyme games we played, but I was proud that I was familiar with most of them.

A few gifts:

Football Booties!

File Folders!

Which actually contained...your cute name!  The very talented Beverly made these just for you!  These will hang above your crib.

 

The pack and play!  (And I look huge!  Yikes!)

This week it has hit me more than ever how lucky you and I both are to be surrounded by people who genuinely care about us.  I hope you never take for granted that you are one loved little boy!  And I love you the most, of course :)

Love, 

Mom

I See You

Dear Colin,

At 31 weeks, your Dad and I decided to take some 3D ultrasound pictures of our little pea pod.  I thought it would be a really good bonding experience for us as parents-- and especially for your Dad who doesn't get to see or feel you move around the way that I do.  

I'm really glad we decided to do it!  I could lie in the doctor's office all day looking at your sweet face.  (That is, if you let me!  Apparently, you are pretty stubborn and move around quite a bit.  You don't really care to be bothered by the nurses or ultrasound techs.)

This is a picture of your face, and your little arms are wrapped up around your head.  Apparently, you are already head-down, and wrapped up in the fetal position with your back arched to my left side and your feet to my right-- kind of like an upside down "C" for Colin.  Clearly, you are a genius baby :)

I've had several people state that they think you look like your Dad, and I agree!  The ultrasound tech said you have a little bit of hair on the back of your head-- like a mullet.  But is it a brown mullet or a ginger mullet?  I can't wait to find out!  Your Dad and I both think you will have dark hair, and I think you will have dark hazel eyes.  But, I also felt very strongly that you were a girl for your first four months, so who knows???  

This was our last ultrasound.  It is hard to believe that the next time I see your face you will be in my arms!  We have about six weeks left to go.  

Some (childless) friends recently asked me if I am ready for you to get here.  In some ways I am, but in many ways I am not.  I feel ill-equipped.  How do you EVER get ready for the biggest challenge and the biggest blessing of your life?  I don't know how to be a mom, but I guess you and I will learn together.

I can't wait to meet you, but please keep on baking as long as you like.

Love,

Mom

Maternity Pictures

Dear Pea,

In early December, your Dad and I decided to get some maternity pictures made.  I had not planned on having maternity pictures because, honestly, I am not photogenic to begin with and I knew that an added 30+ lbs. and additional chins would not help that.  However, a friend told me about a new photographer who was trying to expand her portfolio and willing to do maternity pictures for free.  You can't pass up free...so I didn't :)    

The pictures were taken at Dewberry Farms, which has a huge Christmas tree farm in the winter.  It also has a lot of games, rides, and activities for kids.  Dad and I thought it was a pretty neat place, and I'm sure we'll visit there again one day when you're a little bit older. 

 I was about six months pregnant for these pictures and had a very noticeable bump.  Unfortunately, my little pot belly is hidden by my jacket in most of the pictures.  It was FRIGID the day of the pictures, and it was also extremely windy. 

Despite the miserable weather, I'm pretty happy with our little photo shoot.  In retrospect, I should have had your Nana do my hair and makeup.  I also should have worn a better fitting bra!  It is mostly sports bras these days for me.  (My friend Ashley made the little photo prop belt for the pictures.)  

At the end of the session, the photographer mentioned that these may be the last pictures your Dad and I have of just the two of us.  That comment made me sad because I recognize the truth in it.  We're excited to become a party of three (or five, if you include your fuzzy sisters) and are ready to expand our family, but life sure is going to change in a big, big way!   

This is my favorite picture from the photo shoot, even though we are not "tractor people." I love your Dad so much, and cannot wait to see him "in action" as a father. 

Love,

Mom

Wonderland

Dear Colin,

When your Dad and I found out you were on the way, we spent an entire evening just googling different crazy pregnancy symptoms.  What we discovered is that EVERYTHING is a pregnancy symptom.  The only thing we searched that did not turn up as a pregnancy indicator was "excessive hang nails."  Sadly, I cannot use my "delicate condition" as a reason to get extra manicures. 

Based on the past 32 weeks, I'm tentatively putting myself in the camp of people who enjoy being pregnant.   I have not had any morning sickness, excessive swelling, or stretch marks...yet!  My feet also have stayed the same size.  I was really worried they would go up a size and I would have to buy all new shoes (on second thought, maybe that wouldn't have been so bad!)    

Nevertheless, things with my body continue to get curiouser and curiouser every week.  Here are some of the symptoms I've experienced over the past seven months:

• Heart burn: I never had heart burn prior to pregnancy, but I imagined it would feel like burning around your...heart.  Instead, it feels like burning in the throat/esophagus and leaves me feeling slightly nauseous.  I get it almost every night, and EVERYTHING gives me heartburn these days except for water.   
• Sleeping: Sleeping is my favorite.  But it is hard to get comfortable these days since I feel so huge and awkward.  I have to sleep kind of sitting up and propped on three or four pillows.  Heartburn and having to pee 352 times a night also make sleep much more difficult.  This pregnancy effect has impacted your dad as well.  He cannot sleep because I have started snoring like jack hammer at night!  I don't feel too bad about it, though.  After all...he got me into this and needs to pay his dues as well :)  
• Bladder Control: This is gross, and I cannot believe I'm about to put it on the world wide web...but just about every time I sneeze or cough, I pee my pants a little.  This by far is the worst pregnancy symptom for me, and I am praying it goes away after delivery.  Also, if I change positions from sitting to standing or standing to lying too suddenly, I need to use the restroom immediately.  Luckily, your dad has a potty sense of humor and finds this hilarious rather than disgusting.
• Back Pain: Standing on my feet for too long (an hour or so) results in excruciating lower back pain that lasts the rest of the day-- and maybe even into the next day.  I am so grateful I have a desk job! Walking or sitting helps.  Frequent back rubs and pampering from your dad also helps. 
• Diabetes Scare: Right before Christmas I failed my glucose test for gestational diabetes and had to take the three hour follow-up test.  This was a really difficult time for me because I was so worried you would have complications at birth and later in life related to GD and that it would be my fault.  With the follow-up test, I had to fast for 12 hours and then give a blood sample.  After that blood sample, I had to drink a disgusting sugar drink and give three more blood samples every hour for three hours.  Thankfully, the follow-up test came back negative!  It was a scary time, though, that still gets me very emotional.  I didn't care so much about my health since it is pretty easily treatable, but I did not want to do anything that would harm you or your future or put you at a disadvantage.       

My body feels a little like a wonderland right now-- I never know what the next day or week will bring (just no stretch marks or varicose veins, please!)  I feel comfortable with my expanding belly because I know my body is doing exactly what it was meant to do.  All of these "symptoms" (yes, even peeing my pants!) are well worth having a desperately desired son-- You!  

Love,

Mom 

What's In A Name

Dear Pea,

I had the best of intentions, but have been extremely pathetic in keeping up with this blog.  I am going to try to do better, because we've had a lot of fun memories that I don't want to forget.

One of those memories is FINALLY picking a name for our little Pea :)  It was not an easy task, as your dad and I could not agree on anything!  Technically, we still haven't agreed on your name.  We just started calling you this around November and it stuck.  It's almost like you named yourself!  I have to admit, your name is not my favorite boys' name, but I do love it and could not imagine calling you anything else.

Your sweet name is...

COLIN MATTHEW SCOTT

I came across the name Colin in a baby name blog and thought it incorporated elements from other names we liked but couldn't quite commit to for whatever reason.  We looked at top boys' names in Texas from the Social Security website, and neither Colin nor Collin made the top 100 list.  This sold it for your dad, who wanted something unique but not "weird."   

Matthew, of course, is your dad's first name.  For me, it is extremely important that a middle name is a family name; and I wanted to honor your dad because he is my favorite person.  Cheesy, but true! 

I embroidered your name on your (expensive) baby blanket before your dad could change his mind :)  That was really risky and kind of sneaky, but I was ready for you to have a real name rather than just Pea or Wilder.

For fun, here are some of the other top contenders that we considered for your name.  Maybe one day you will have a little brother (or two) with one of these names:

• Jacob
• Issac
• Parker
• Landon
• Connor
• Andrew
• Declan

So far, we have received mostly positive comments about your name.  (And I completely understand why some people keep their baby's names secret.  People are not shy to share their opinions-- solicited or not!)  The only things that worry me are that people will misspell it as Collin (your dad thought that looked too much like a last name) or mispronounce it as "colon."  I'm sure you will have to deal with both of these issues a few times in your life, but hopefully they won't be too much of a problem.

I received one funny response after I told a co-worker your name. She asked, "But what are you going to call him?"  Ummm...what??  We're going to call you Colin, because that's your name!  And I think it's the perfect name for my Pea!

Love,

Mom