Oweeeeeeee

I. Tore. My. Episiotomy.

Ouch.

Ice has never been a better friend to me.  And this is saying something after 7 years with a herniated disc.

It's going to take twice as long to heal.

But, the good news is, I got a way cute little baby out of it.  Now where did I put her?....

Placenta Brain

I totally love having three children.

Well, Chloe doesn't do much.  Mostly just lays in her tanning bed looking cute, squawking, smelling like a cute little baby and squirming.

But Cohen and Kembry absolutely melt my heart with all the kisses they give their new little sister.  How excited they are to show their friends.  How they always ask where she is, when is she going to wake up, can we hold her, pllllleeeeeasssse.

Yes, I love having three children.

And thanks to placenta brain, I may soon forget the pregnancy, and want a fourth...but let's make sure Chloe survives first.  And then we'll have to figure out a way to convince my uterus and Brett...probably a long way off.

Kelly Out

Princess: The Sequel

Having had a pregnancy with "complications" (stupid uterus), there were a lot of warnings thrown at us about "what could happen" if the ol' uterus kicked her out early.

And they had us properly scared.  For the most part, Chloe was one pampered fetus.

Even as I was pushing, my masked doctor was spouting out possible problems.

"She may only weigh in the 5 pound range."

"She may need oxygen."

"She may have problems regulating her temperature."

"She may be a democrat*."

I mean, I wanted to suck her back in...I was horrified.

But then I hear the gasp from three different people, and the "Whoa, she's huge!"

Weighing in at a whopping 6 pounds 13 ounces, and 20 inches, Chloe is our biggest baby yet.

But our biggest baby has jaundice.

So sad.

So, she's in Mexico gettin' a sweet tan while I sit and pine because I can't hold her every second of the day.

Poor baby.  (I mean me.)

Kelly Out

*Actually, even though Brett and I are not registered democrats, we have no problems with the ol' demo's.  We agree with a lot of their points of view, and think that a bi-partisan government is a big waste of time, energy, and resources.  Then again, Brett's a Libra and I literally can't make up my mind about anything...so...

Totally worth it.

Hail the Conquering Hero!

So...I totally had a baby last night!

Sweeeeet.

Chloe Susan
6 lb 13 oz
20 in
7:13 p.m.

Pictures to come...

Thanks for all your love and support and prayers and sarcasm, all of which without I would've been super miserable the last 20 weeks =)

Kelly OUT!

My Poor Baby

Not the girl, the other one.  The boy.

My kids are never sick.  Never, ever, never. 

On Wednesday, I had a wicked headache and a fever.  It passed by the next day.  The next day, Kembry had a fever and was throwing up.  It passed by the next day.

Today, I should've known, but how could I?  He never gets sick.

He didn't want to go to Primary.  That should've been my first clue.

He came home and slept for two hours.  That should've been my second clue.

He didn't want to play when we got to Papa's house.  I should've phoned in the ambulance at this point.  Instead, I gave him some drugs (the legal kind, calm down) and he seemed to be doing better. 

Until 7 o'clock tonight.  My poor baby had a 103.5 fever and a really bad headache.  And probably the worst mom in the world.  So we took him to the urgent care, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him, aside from the severe fever and wicked headache.  How do you people do it?  Sick kids every other month?  Ear infections, runny noses, poopies, sore throats...I've been too spoiled.  Having a baby again might just put me into shock.

Amoxicillin, you had better fix my baby.  Or I'm coming after you, Yellowstone Mama Bear Style.

Kelly Out

Legit

37 weeks baby!  Woo hoo!

Too legit, too legit to quit!

Sorry, the nurse at Brett's ENT office said, "Oh, you're almost 37 weeks.  So you're almost legit."  Cracked me up.  Anyway, this is how I celebrate.  By posting.  On blogger.  At 30 minutes to the midnight hour.  When I should be in bed.

I have issues.

Love you all!

Kelly Out

Back in the Saddle Again

Seeing as how I'm "officially" off bedrest tomorrow, I've put on a few of those hats I had hung up for the bedrest beast.

Today, I mowed the lawn.  It was fantabulous.  I love mowing our lawn.  Well, first, we have a riding lawn mower.  Second, we have a HUGE and BEAUTIFUL yard.  Mowing our lawn is probably one of the fastest ways to get instant gratification.  Not to mention it smells like heaven.

Last night I did a ton of laundry, cleaned the kids room (I deserve a medal just for that) including cleaning the carpets.  I also scrubbed, that's right, scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom.  Well, from 5'2" top to bottom. 

I did four loads of blanket laundry at the nifty laundromat (when did going to the laundromat become exciting and fun, almost vacation-like?  Oh yeah, when I had two kids and a washer and dryer in the basement...)

AND STILL NO FREAKING BABY!  All this bedrest for nothing, I say.  Even though I've been having contractions since about 1 a.m. coming every 2 to 3 minutes apart...I just don't feel they're doin' it for me or my cervix.  C'mon, pick it up uterus.  Now's your chance to get back at me for whatever offense you imagine I've made...

Kelly OUT!  Woo hoooooooooo!

(I literally sang "Back in the Saddle Again" while I was mowing the lawn, in between contractions.  It was very exciting.  As you can see, I'm easily pleased.  I have SO missed mowing my lawn!!)

Tough Life

Watching my husband clean is like watching a toddler take on the worlds easiest Easter egg hunt.  "There's something you can put away!"  "Where?"  "Right there!"  Looks around cluelessly.  "Where?!"

Or watching a puppy play with the shiny light on the wall (have you ever done that?  It's hilarious!)  He scans the room about six hundred times, trying to decide where to start.  Or, trying to avoid where to start.

Or a teenager being punished.  Lots of loud sighs.

And for some reason, a phenomenon I know is linked to more men than just my husband, he thinks vacuuming ends the cleaning.  Even if the cleaning isn't done, if the vacuum has been used, cleaning is done. 

I think I'm just going to mow the lawn first next time and say all the yard work is done.

Or set the table and say dinner is done.

Or go to sleep and say...you know what...is done.

But seriously, he's a good man to at least try.  After many down-on-my-knees tears-in-my-eyes pleadings.  Still, at least he's doing it.  While I sit on the couch and supervise (blog).  It's important to maintain a look of, "I asked you a long time ago to do this.  Don't try getting out of it.  Don't give me that look." 

AND the kids are napping.  He doesn't know how easy he's got it!

Kelly Down

S.A.H.M.

My cousin made a valid point concerning the occupation of stay-at-home-mom.

It's hard work, but one of the many perks is the occasional lazy day.  Though, as any s.a.h.m. knows, that which you don't do today multiplies exponentially and turns into a giant of green goo with toys stuck all over it and stinky kids orbiting around it.

Times that by 4 months and you'll get a pretty good idea of what my house looks like.

I've done the bathroom, and can barely breathe.  I had to take a break before finishing the kids, uh, well, technically "room", though "trash hole" sounds more accurate.  I'm just throwing in the towel and taking the wash to the Laundromat.  (Get it, throwing in the towel, hahaha...oh man, I really need a vacation...)

Love you all.  If I don't make it out by next week...wait longer...

Kelly Down