Update

Well it seems I am more of a blog reader, than I am writer.  I really want to blog, it's such a great way to capture every day life, but I just can't seem to get into it myself.  We are gearing up for fall again, I can't believe that summer is over.  Every year seems to go by faster and faster ( I know I sound like an 80 year old saying that) but it really is the truth.  I mean I absolutely cannot believe Gwyneth has already celebrated her 1st birthday.  I just want to press pause and soak in as much as possible, she is at such a sweet age right now and I know our life will never be exactly this way again.  Here's a little recap of Gwyneth's first year.  :)

Photo Session Disaster

Well I took Gwyneth for her first professional photo shoot yesterday.  I was so excited about it, everything was going so well.  I had her appointment scheduled for noon because that's when she's typically in the best mood.  She had a nice morning nap and woke up just in time to have a bottle right before we left.  Once we got there, I gave her the rest of her bottle, just as she was finishing the last of it, I started to smell a foul odor.  No problem, I thought, perfect timing, I'll change her right before the photo session.  WRONG! I looked down in horror and saw the back of her delicate pink dress covered in mustard colored poop!  It was, dare I say, the worst "poop-spolsion" she's ever had.  It was all the way to her shoulders, I'm not exaggerating!  The photographer came to my rescue, I carefully removed the dress as I didn't want to distribute any more of the mess than necessary and she rinsed it out.  Thankfully the front was ok so we put it back on her, Whew, all better now.  NOPE!  She scream, cried, fussed, and squirmed the rest of the session.  We did everything we knew to do to get that girl to smile, or even just stop fussing for more than a few seconds at a time.  She was impossible to console.  The longer and louder she cried, the more I began to sweat, I was practically rolling on the floor in front of her trying to get just one stinkin' smile.  I finally told the photographer she had done her best and we should just leave.  Much to my surprise she was able to capture a few cute shots.  That woman is amazing.  Hopefully Gwyneth will be in a better mood next time.  Maybe I should take a Xanex before I leave. ha!  I'm not sure who needed a nap the worst by the time it was all over, me, Gwyneth or the poor photographer! :)

Gwyneth's Birth

I guess I will start with Gwyneth's birth story since she is my inspiration for starting a blog.  I had a very uneventful pregnancy, everything was wonderful, actually I loved being pregnant.  I felt great and was just in a fabulous mood all the time, I think the hormones had the opposite effect on me for some reason.  Anyway, at my 37 week appointment my blood pressure was up some and my doctor wanted to me to do a test to make sure I wasn't getting toxemia.  (My mom had that with my brother.)  At my 38 week appointment she determined that I was okay, but told me to take it easy.  I was only slightly effaced and not at all dilated.  I went back to work for the rest of the day and then at home that evening I started leaking.  I wasn't sure that my water had broke and I didn't want to upset Eric so I read up about it in all my pregnancy books and then decided to lay down and rest.  At about 11:00PM I woke up on the couch and was wet, when I stood up, the fluid gushed.  Eric was still in the office working so I called to him from the bathroom, "Umm...Honey, I think my water just broke..."  He comes bursting out of the office and started packing my bag, while I put on make up and fixed my hair.   Since I wasn't having any painful contractions I didn't see any need to rush. :)  I was just not mentally prepared for this, I thought I still had at least 2 more weeks.  It wasn't even the right month, I was supposed to have an August baby and it was still July!  As we were ready to walk out the door, I stopped and said, "Let's sit down for a minute." haha.  So Eric appeased me and we sat on the couch together for the very last time as a childless couple.  I wanted to cherish our last few moments.  Once we got to the hospital and confirmed that my water broke (as if it weren't obvious)  we called our parents.  It was about 1:00AM, I was put on pitocin at 5AM, got my epidural at 8AM and started pushing at Noon.  My epidural was not very effective, I still had a lot of pain, I was quite shocked, because so many people had told me how they couldn't feel a thing or even move their legs.  NOT SO!  It was all worth it though.  At 1:36PM, our baby girl was born.  I was so thrilled and relieved; I couldn't stop crying as I held her on my chest in those first few moments of her life.

No longer just a stalker...

I am so excited to finally have my own blog.  While I have been stalking...er..reading a variety of blogs for well over a year, I have only now gotten the courage to publish my very own.  I was so afraid of not having anything to write about, but a majority of the blogs I read are about everyday life.  Becoming a mother has made me even more anxious to start a blog.  I want a way to document my day to day with a new baby, and connect with others.  A good starting point is the birth of my baby girl, but I will have to back track just a bit.  July 29th, 2010  Gwyneth Kate came into this world and changed our lives forever. :)