Three Painted Nails

On Sunday, December 8th at 1215am I started having contractions.   I was 39 weeks pregnant exactly and scheduled to be induced on Tuesday Dec 10th.  We knew this whole week would be a crap shoot.  Baby could make her own grand entrance, or she could sit tight until I decide that medicine needs to speed up the process.   Well this Sunday night it woke me up from a dead sleep and I immediately looked at the clock to start timing them.  They were different.  I counted three or four of them about ten minutes apart, but it became concerning because one of them was more than seven minutes long.  It just did not stop!  By this time, it’s 12:45 and Mike is asking me if it’s go time.   I tell him I don’t know!?  Poor guy.  He’s trying to help me, and I can’t even decide if we should go to the hospital or wait it out.   By 1 am he was dressed and told me to get my clothes on we’re going.  My mom is on Toddler Duty d...

*** Preface.  I started this blog about 4 months ago?!   Long before I had Ellie, life is much different now.  New posts to come :) *** I sent a picture to my mom last week, half looking for a laugh, the other half seeking sympathy.   It was a fully painted set of fingernails.   My very own.   This would have been monumental a few years ago and it reminded me of why I started this blog.   I have been feeling tired, overwhelmed, excited, nervous, stressed and anxious.  All of the feelings, all at once just sort of hit me over the last month.  I rely on my husband to do more of the housework than he probably wants to, and my co-workers definitely do more heavy lifting around work, literally and figuratively.  I worry about how Ramsay is going to behave with the new baby in the house.  Some of you know how bad it was bringing Maddy home,  I'm crossing every finger and every toe that he doesn't behave the same way.  Thin...