Due Date

Finally hit 40 weeks.  Although her due date isn't until tomorrow, I cannot wait to meet my little girl.

Having experienced pregnancy for the first time, there are some VERY interesting things that have happened.

But I figure since we are winding down our clock until she's here, I might as well talk about the crazy things that women do to induce labor.   Of course with commentary.


1. Sex.....only if you can deal with the awkwardness and the pressure.
2. Walking.....16 sets of stairs a night just hurts after a while and during the summer it's just too darn hot to go out in the day.
3. Pineapple.....love it, but heartburn city.
4. Raspberry Leaf Tea.......it's supposed to tone your uterus.  I lost my nice flat stomach, but hopefully a six pack on my uterus should make up for it.
5. Spicy foods......refer back to my pineapple comment
6. Dancing.......ok, this one I have to admit is my favorite.  You ever watch a full term pregnant woman dance?  It's pretty darn funny! 

There is just something absurd about watching a woman, who is usually having trouble walking down the sidewalk, shake her butt.  I feel like a "woo girl" every time.

From what I have read, about 50% of women turn to the folk methods of inducing labor.  There is not enough scientific study to back up ANY of them as fool proof.  Maybe our pregnant brains just can't handle anymore thinking at the end of 40 weeks that we lose our sanity too.

Regardless of what happens, I know that she'll be here soon!  And it'll be Legen......wait for it......DARY!

Family First!

Has it really been nearly a week since my last post?  

I've been thinking for days about how to write this post.  About the words to say, about the "correct" feeling to feel.

Thursday was quite a day for my family.  In one day I went into false labor and we lost my grandfather.

He led one of the most amazing lives in the world.  And more than anything was a shining example of what a husband should be.

What a father should be.

What a grandfather should be.

And of course, what a family man looks like!

I can only hope to love our own daughter as much as my grandfather loved us.

It was hard trying to figure out if it was okay to be upset that Charlotte had not joined us yet, when the rest of my family was mourning over the loss of my grandfather.  One of my biggest hopes was that he would be here to meet his first great granddaughter.

I'm almost certain the stress and emotions of Thursday brought on the four hours of false labor.

It would have been bittersweet if Charlotte shared the day with her great-grandfather.

As a mother and a grand daughter I do mourn.  I mourn the loss of my grandfather and mourn the fact that my body lied to me, giving me something happy to think about.

However, after having time to think and process everything, I think the lesson comes down to two things.

1. God has got this!

2. Family comes first!

Regardless of what may have happened, I think my grandfather would have been pleased with the fact that I put my whole dedication to my daughter on Thursday.  First and foremost he put his family in his life.  

And I think that he would have been sad if I had not done the same.

Love you Granddad!