It seems like forever since I've been online and an even longer since I've logged into this here bandicoot. With no internet at the apartment, I'm of the frame of mind that blogs should only be had if you don't have to Go Anywhere to do so.
BUUUT..occasion calls for it in light of my World Shaking News.
I've birthed a birthling.
However, since I'm in recovery and only making small trips out into bright sunlight this is going to suffice right now for all the pictorial demands and newsy information. I'll try to make it good. If you have my number, feel free to call:)
Siigh, where to begin. It's like skipping a really great part in a movie cause you went to the bathroom or something and then trying to get somebody to tell you what happened while you were gone...it's not easy. Uhhh..okay. Here's a pleasantly cheesy shot of me all rounded out:
Funny story behind this picture actually. The whole nine months long I figured I should take me some photos for memorials sake of the tummy but always put it off for another day seeing as I'm just really not one for photos (don't worry, I'll make up for it in the following minutes. You'll see.)
Finally, one early morn I wake up with wierd pangs (am I hungry?) in my tummy (am I thirsty?) which turn out to be tara-taran!! Contractionatos!! (I am..happy!)
So I'm all like DANG!! What's up with my procrastination? So Anita whips out the camera and voila, caught it just in time. Only problem being, I'm not feeling my chipperest, if you know what I mean. (That was a lot of nothingness..ON with the story!)
Oh wait. Another pic: me and my wittle sis who miraculously just happened to be visiting, YAY!
Oops, one more: Seth and I
SO! Where are we now? Ahh yes, HOP! in the car goes the merry little foursome. BRUM! goes the little engine. GRUPH! goes Seth with the gears EEK! go the girls holding on to their seat belts. HAHA! goes Liz because her tummy hurts.
I guess we looked pretty jolly and not so "laborish" because they sent me home saying, "No No, this baby will not come today". (Me and baby knew better because we we had plans, big plans)
One hour later, back at home: HOP! in the car goes the anxious foursome. BRUM! goes the little engine. GRUPH! goes Seth on the gears EEK! goes the girls as we hurtle onwards. HA-AHHH! goes Liz (with a little sqeak of discomfort)
They hooked me up with this pimp gown and body belts:
Everyone was shocked at how baby and I had tricked them: "What? What? He'll be out within the hour!" I try to grin because I had tried to tell them so but it's a little hard when your insides are being wrung out by the mighty hand of God.
CAUTION: Grizly scenes up ahead. May want to pass over next paragraph.
After much heaving and hoing (a little on the side: I have new respect for women in this predicament. I absolutely do not see how they go through it and then decide to do it again. Not to scare anyone, muahaha), little baby man gets stuck somehwere in the bony pelvic region and WISK! goes my little bed CESAREAN! cry the doctors GULP! blinks Liz SUIT! says Seth
(Let me pause here to say, if at all possible - STAY AWAY from this kind of delivery. I guess most people don't go looking to get a C-section and for good reason. It is the polar opposite of fun and hurts like the dickens. Blech!)
But 500 times over worth it is this little tiny squeal that comes out of the other side of the blue curtain. SQUEAK WAAH! says Baby. SQUEAK SNIFF! goes Liz and everything goes a nice peachy shade of swell.
So enters Avicus Grey on the 27th of September, in the year of our Lord 2006. (in all his 6 pound 10 oz glory)
I'm not quite sure how to sum up just how psyched I am to have him and how completely and foolishly in love with him I am. I'm becoming everything I always joked I'd never be. And you know? I don't really care.
I could go on but my tummy is sounding like a pending thunder storm so:
That's the tale. Thanks for listening. Goodnight.