MIA Mommy

I know there are only about 5 people actually reading my little blog... but maybe, just maybe, you are wondering where I have been for the last 10 months. Let's have a quick recap:

We found out we were expecting! Pregnancy was a total cakewalk until 27 weeks. I will spare you the boring details, but baby & I were in the hospital for a few days and then put on bed rest. Oh and did I mention I got gestational diabetes? I'm super active & (almost) a health nut, and somehow got "the diabetes" as they say here in the South. Major bummer, but totally managable - I'm now a pro at giving insulin shots. However, I did almost pass out in Baby Gap from low blood sugar, which was totally embarassing. (Did you know that when your sugar is crazy low you start sweating like a dirty frat boy? I speak the truth and it ain't pretty.)

Bed rest was uber boring, but I was able to catch up on the best of daytime television and do some serious online shopping for the Bean. If anyone reading this is ever put on bed rest, I highly recommend you hand over the credit cards to your husband. Trust me on this one. Somehow I also managed to translate "bed rest" into "craft time" in which I started (and actually completed) about 100 projects for the nursery. (Posts coming soon.)

And then around at 30 weeks I started blowing up into a giant marshmallow with curly hair. Like so grossly swollen that my fat fingers couldn't even hold a pencil... So swollen that my knees would barely bend. My lower limbs were unrecognizable. I grew an extra chin. All photographic evidence of my pregnancy from that point on has been destroyed. This is one of the last bump photos I have before I inflated (sorry for the bad iPhone quality):

And then at 36 weeks I hosted Christmas at our home. Stupid. So stupid. If you are preggers during the holidays (or, your know, on bed rest...) DO NOT offer or be talked into hosting anything. Take my word for it.

On December 21, just as our families were arriving in town, I ended up back in the hospital for baby to be monitored. Enter skyrocketing blood pressure, and say hello to pre-eclampsia!

December 24th they sent me home with strict instructions to sit on my butt, do absolutely nothing and check my BP throughout the day.

December 26th my doctor called and wanted me to come back to the hospital after she reviewed my case with the perinatologist. She didn't say the word "induction" over the phonek, but you better believe I took time to shave my legs before we left, just in case. If I would have been smarter, I would have eaten everything in our fridge. I had no idea that I would not eat anything for 48 very long hours.

And then on December 28th at 1:48 a.m. our lives were changed forever, made better, and we met our little bundle of love. Meet Jack:


We are probably a little biased, but he really is the sweetest, sleepiest, most handsome little man.


I never knew that my heart could swell with so so so much love. Hopefully the Internet will forgive me for being gone for so long - I think Jack is a pretty good excuse. And yes, you can expect to see a lot more of him around here.

Baby Jack photos by the very talented Carrie Prewitt.