When is it my turn?

One of the other pregnant girls at work is probably having her baby as I type this. Her water broke today at work. Well, not broke in the gushing water sense that people see in movies, but none the less, she was, well, leaking. She had been having pains/contractions since yesterday, but today after the leaking she was told by everyone at work to go to the hospital. (Side note: DUH!!! was my response. While not the most sensitive, it seemed crazy that she wouldn't know to do that)

Another one of the the pregnant girls at work is also probably delivering right now. Last I heard she was heading to L&D to be started on Pitocin. (Another note: Yes, work is full of pregnant people right now. I'm one of 3 in the lab and one of 5 or 6 in x-ray)

Basically, I'm just a little jealous. It reminds me of before we finally got pregnant, when I was constantly complaining to Todd that everyone else was having babies except for us! I know my time will be here soon enough, and honestly, if my water broke today I'd be more than a little freaked out, but I'm ready. I'm ready for the heartburn to go away, to sleep comfortably again, to work my normal job/hours again, to eat blue cheese and drink a glass of wine, and most of all I'm just ready to meet this little one I've been hosting for the last 8 months. I want to see what he looks like, and find out if it's really true that heartburn=hair. I feel like I already know him and his little personality. Now I just need to meet him face to face.

Corner lot

I am that lady that lives on the corner. And someday, I'm going to be that old lady that lives on the corner. I freaking hate it when people walk across our front yard! Todd and I talked about putting a fence up, but of course money and time are always issues...and they were spent elsewhere this summer. So we've started another winter of people cutting across our lawn.

Now, I guess I'm not quite to that lady standards yet. I haven't actually yelled at anyone doing it...if only they could hear what I say in the safety of my house when I see them.

What's in a name?

A lot of people have asked how or why we picked the names we have for the new baby. Let me start by saying that is one difficult task! It was a little easier that we're having a boy. I kept saying early on in my pregnancy "he" whenever I talked about the baby (this was when I wasn't referring to him as "the Parasite"), so when we found out for sure it was a boy, there were already names being considered. And we seemed to agree faster on boy names than girl ones.

The middle name was easy. Todd's mom, who passed away in '06, was named Patricia, and so is my grandmother. Patrick was the easy way to honor both of these important women in our lives, and we both like the name. Patrick, for anyone into the meaning of names, means noble.

The first name was a little more difficult. I was so sick for the first 5 months that I joked often we were going to have to name the child Koehler after the toilet that he seemed so attracted to! We both love the name Mason. But I also love the name Gordon. Now before everyone starts snickering at Gordon, it would have also honored people in our families. Todd's dad, who also passed away in '06 had Gordon as his middle name, and my grandfather is also a Gordon. Todd couldn't get on-board with Gordon, fearing a lifetime of teasing and being called "Gord-o" was ahead for the little guy. So Mason, meaning (duh) stoneworker, it is.

Mason Patrick Loy. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

Kleenex filled birthday

No, I'm not crying about my upcoming birthday, I'm sick. It's been a long time since I've had a cold, I don't really remember when the last time was actually. But, sure enough, everyone in the little space I'm confined to at work has been passing in around, and while I avoided it longer than most...it found me. And just in time for the big 2-9 on Wednesday.

The worst part is being pregnant and having a cold. You can't take anything for it! Oh, except regular Sudafed, and cough drops. Oh, Tylenol...so basically, as I was saying, you can't take anything for it. And since I already feel like I can't catch my breath 90% of the time, being all plugged up fills in that 10% that I had a glimmer of breathing normally.

Other than having a cold, things have been fairly boring around here. Todd's birthday was Tuesday, and of course he was at work. Thursday night Todd made dinner for me while I watched Sarah Palin stumble through her debate with Joe Biden. Last night we went to my parents house for a little joint birthday gathering. I know sometimes Todd thinks it's a little weird, but that's just because our families are so polar opposite on things like this. So, while he thinks it's weird that my family gets together and celebrates birthdays and such, I think it's weird that his doesn't even call each other half the time (no offense to any of the Loy/Moran family intended).

We also went to another childbirth class Friday. I was considering becoming a childbirth class drop out for most of the day before the class, and of course, Todd would have totally supported this, but we went anyway. It wasn't as bad as the first class. I left feeling a little more confident in my own ability to labor and give birth, although I'm still not 100% convinced that a c-section isn't the way to go.

Well, that's all for now. It's time to open another box of Kleenex.

I'm not doing THAT!

Todd and I had our first childbirth class last night, and the title of this blog basically is how I feel about the entire labor process. Now, I'm not one of those women who just realized this during childbirth class, I've been in health care long enough and seen enough laboring moms in my life that I've known this since I was 17 years old and saw my first live birth. I know he has to come out, and I'm excited for that to happen, I'm just not so excited for HOW they are proposing he come out.

I am a big fan of having a c-section. Todd and I do not see eye to eye on this one. I am not a hippie, natural childbirth kind of girl. I have nothing to prove about my woman-li-ness, and, well, I can't get past the fact that I will be pooping in front of people! (quick note here: for all you women who have given birth and think that you did not in fact poop in front of people, you're wrong. the docs and nurses who work in L&D are just used to it and usually push it aside before you ever notice, just ask anyone who works there) Up until a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't going to have much choice in the matter. My placenta was really low for the first 7 months of my pregnancy, but, alas, that is the one thing that has gone right and it has since moved up and out of the way.

So, I'm going to birthing classes and being a good sport. I'm trying to have an open mind about everything, even though what I'm really thinking is that I'M NOT DOING THAT!!!