The Booker Post

Ok, so this is only about 5 months coming! On December 30th, 2012 (the day before goal date to have Baby N!), it was a Sunday, and I was extremely nauseous and uncomfortable all day. Contractions came and went, but about the time I would think to myself, if this lasts another 10 minutes I'm going to the hospital, everything would stop. Only to pick up again an hour or two later. It was SO frustrating! The next day, I called the doctor's office to tell them about the day before and the nurse advised me to come in unless the contractions started again, in that case head straight to the hospital. I was excited about the possibility that I had finally gone into labor on my own!  Anyway, I got to the doctor on December 31st, hoping beyond hope that I would have progressed to the point where they were worried about sending me home and would go ahead and send me straight to the hospital. And the doctor said . . . . no progress! NONE! Incredibly frustrating. So the doctor says,...

I feel like I've finally awoken from a long, chaotic dream. The past couple of weeks have gone so much more smoothly. The first 3 (or so) months with a new baby just throws my world upside down and inside out. While I'm in it, I find it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel --  that time when we all adapt to each other and find our new routine. I'm not saying I don't love it, because I do. I just don't love all of it! So I'll do a quick little catch up, write Nolan's birth story in another post and we'll be back on track. For a little bit at least. I think I've said before that I love writing. I mean love it. But for some reason, I've never been good at keeping a journal. I really want to. There are so many moments I want to make sure I write down and remember and I want to be good at keeping track of everything. But over and over again I prove it's just not something that I'm consistent with. It irritates me to the point th...