Tuesday, August 31, 2010

It's a miracle!

I introduced a new incentive program to my boys for FHE last night.

Their school theme this year is TEAM (together everyone achieves more) so I thought it would be fun to do something sports related at home to encourage them to do their chores.

Yesterday I made this football field chart, before calling Todd at work to ask him how to play football, and came up with a basic plan.

The boys each have a football marker that starts on the 50 yard line. Their regular chores, (which are homework, piano, feed dog, clean room, and stack wood) are worth 10 yards each. When they get a touchdown, they get 30 minutes of computer or Wii time.

If they whine, cause contention, or fail to finish their basic jobs before dinner, they get a penalty flag which sends them back 10 yards. If their jobs are done early (by 4:00) they can kick for an extra point and get a prize. What is that extra point prize, you ask? I have no idea. I'll have to come up with something. I'm still figuring this thing out, so if you have any idea's or suggestions, please share.

(Todd's in a meeting right now, so I just had to call my brother to clarify the "after point" rules, and I also learned about field goals and running the ball in for 2 points after a touchdown. I think for now we'll just do touchdowns and one "after point")

They can ask for extra jobs to earn extra yardage, either to make up for a penalty, or to earn more game time.

So far, since they've been home, they've VOLUNTARILY done all their regular chores, plus cleaned the family room, the living room, the kitchen table, the bathroom counter, emptied the dishwasher, carried the laundry downstairs, watered the garden, and organized the coat rack.

It's a miracle!

I don't know how long it will last, but if I get a week out of it, it will have been well worth my time. Maybe I should just make a few different charts and rotate them monthly. The jobs haven't changed, but their attitude sure has!

Buttermilk

I just got home from a WIC appt. where I found out that my baby has gained an entire pound in a week.

He's 9 lbs. 1oz. today, and according to the health department computer he's at risk for being overweight.

Apparently I'm producing buttermilk.

Todd and I both noticed that he felt heavier yesterday, but I never expected a whole pound. Sigh.

They grow too fast...

Monday, August 30, 2010

Random stuff...most of it boring, but it's my journal and I'll write if I want to...

I can't believe that Justin is three weeks old already! At his 2 week appt. he weighed 8 lbs. so he is an over-achiever. He officially outgrew most of his newborn sized clothes and I wouldn't be surprised if he outgrows newborn diapers this week. He's starting to wake up a bit more, and show us his true colors (although he's still a really good baby).

Caleb told me yesterday that because Justin is so cute, Dillon doesn't think he's cute anymore. Of course I immediately set the record straight:

Me: Dillon, do you know that even though Justin is cute, you're STILL cute too? I just LOVE your red hair and freckles. Do you think Caleb is cute?

Dillon: (smiling) yes.

Me: Do you think Brayden is cute?

Dillon: yes.

Me: Do you think Dad is cute?

Dillon: (laughing) NO!

Me: (taken back) I think Dad is cute. Do you think I'm cute?

Dillon: (after a long pause, and in a high pitched voice) I love you...?

My dad was sustained as 1st counselor in a new Stake Presidency yesterday. They are over the Smithfield Young Single Adult Stake (I think). I know he'll do a great job. I remember my mom telling me, when I was young, that someday Dad would be in a Stake Presidency and visiting authorities would need to stay at our house so we needed to learn to keep it clean. Well, the day is finally here, and lucky for Mom the kids are gone and her house stays clean until we all come to visit. I guess we'll have to stay away if a general authority comes...

Things are crazy at Todd's work. Lot's of changes going on right now. I hope it doesn't take too long for things to settle down. Why is change so hard?

I am feeling good, and I am grateful for it. Post-partum depression is a huge worry for me. It's something I never want to go through again. I really think my thyroid meds have made a world of difference, because I feel more balanced than I have in years. It's just amazing to me what a hormone imbalance can do to you!

I've had my "moments" since the baby was born, but they haven't lasted long. I can't wait 'til my body has recovered enough to start exercising...I don't think I've ever in my life been excited to exercise! I'm sad that I missed out on walking with my friends this summer. I had a really hard time with my lower back all through my pregnancy. My right leg would just "give out" on me and I often had to hold on to things to keep my balance. I thought it would go away when the baby was born, but it didn't right away. It is finally starting to get better, though. Todd keeps reminding me that there is a reason that doctors wait six weeks to do a check-up, and I suppose he's right.

A couple weeks ago there was a night that I thought I was going to have a gall bladder attack, but I didn't. Hopefully I'll be able to control it with diet because I really don't want to have surgery right now. I have instant heartburn every time I roll onto my right side, though, so it's still a concern.

I've been doing research online, looking for a hairstyle that will work with my thin, fine hair, as well as my round face and double chin. I think I found one that qualifies for all three issues...now if I can just find someone to cut it! I followed my cousin Erin's advice by not making any major hair decisions while I was pregnant, but the length is driving me crazy now! Not only does it get in Justin's face every time I feed him, but whenever I put the diaper bag over my shoulder, it catches my hair and when I pull it out it gets all static-y.

It's time for another feeding. If only I could just sit and hold that boy all day long :o)

Friday, August 27, 2010

The first day of school...a Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, a young mother gave birth to her fourth child two weeks before school started. She had a goal to keep her house in order for those two weeks, and just knew that when school started, life would be a breeze.

The night before school started, she gave haircuts, laid out new clothes that the kids were excited to wear, and hung their backpacks on their hooks.

In the morning, the kids came upstairs, dressed and ready for the day, and ready to read scriptures as a family. This young mother then made a nice scrambled egg breakfast with a glass of juice and a piece of whole wheat toast on the side.

While the kids ate, the mother got dressed in her pre-baby plaid shorts (since she was already back to her pre-pregnancy weight) and used an expensive flat-iron to straighten her freshly washed hair.

After breakfast, the kids brushed their teeth, put their toothbrushes away, and happily lined up to take their "first day of school pictures" which turned out so well she decided to have them blown up to an 8x10 size to hang on the wall. The baby slept the whole time.

While the older two kids were gone for the day, this mother had big plans. She made back to school cupcakes with mini chalkboards, an apple, and a cute little piece of chalk made out of a tic tac. It was difficult between feeding the new baby, and rotating loads of laundry, but the image of sitting down with her children and talking about their first day kept her going.

When she finished the cupcakes, she somehow managed to fold laundry, take a nap, and play a game with the 5 year old since he was starting Kindergarten the following week and it was their last chance to have time together.

The older kids finally arrived home, hung up their backpacks, and shared their day with her over cupcakes and milk. After feeding the dog, practicing their piano, and tidying up their rooms, they played video games while the mother made a wonderful dinner so they could sit around the table as a family and share their day with Dad when he arrived home from work.

By the end of the day, the mother was exhausted. She looked around at all the dirty dishes, and the crumbs on the floor and wanted to cry. Just then, some music started playing in the background, and all the dishes began to sing and dance and put themselves in the dishwasher! The mop danced around the room while fairy dust sparkled in the air, and the mother drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the wonderful day she would have tomorrow.

And they all lived happily ever after.

And now for the real story:

Once upon a time, a young mother gave birth to her fourth child two weeks before school started. She had a goal to keep her house in order for those two weeks, and just knew that when school started, life would be a breeze.

The night before school started, she was ever so grateful that Grandma had cut the kids' hair a couple weeks ago, since they had to spend the evening cleaning out their backpacks from last year. Luckily, they didn't find any rotten fruit or moldy sandwiches. She told the kids to lay out their clothes, and when she saw that one of them was going to wear a stupid T-shirt that portrayed pizza as the only food group, she played her "Mom card" and made them wear stupid shirts with collars.

In the morning, the kids came upstairs, coughing all the way (apparently they finally caught the cold that everyone in town has), and the baby needed to eat during family scripture study. Instead of making a nice scrambled egg breakfast, Mom burped the baby while the kids ate the sugary chocolate cereal that Dad picked out last week, and left a few wet "krispies" in each bowl to harden like cement.

When the baby was happy, the mother was thrilled to get dressed in her pre-baby plaid shorts (she was amazingly already back to her pre-pregnancy weight, and even though none of her other pants fit yet, the shorts did!). It made up for the fact that she didn't get a shower, and didn't have time to do her hair.

After breakfast, the kids announced that they were out of toothpaste, so they had to use Mom and Dad's toothpaste. Mom didn't care because she considered the morning (and the entire summer) a success, just because they knew what color their toothbrushes were.

They really needed to leave to get to school, but the mom herded the kids outside to take pictures, yelling the entire time that they needed to make themselves laugh so that their smiles wouldn't look so constipated.


While the older two kids were gone for the day, this mother had big plans. She had a few errands to run, and she had seen some cute back to school cupcakes with mini chalkboards, an apple, and a little piece of chalk that she wanted to make for after-school snack.

The errands turned out to be an all-day event. First she took the 5 year old to Kindergarten testing (10 minutes late because she was feeding the baby, and because the front door of the school is as far from the Kindergarten class as it can possibly be). Next they went to the "Courthouse/DMV/USU extension/Workforce Services/Sherriff's Office/Health Department/WIC office" building to turn in some paperwork. She realized while filling out the info for the baby's birth certificate that she needed to go to the store and get cash to pay for it, as well as the one dollar she owed the USU extension office for the soccer season that was starting that week. She left the paperwork, and lugged the baby in the carseat back up the stairs and out to the car, and then into the store, where the 5 year old wanted to eat lunch because he was starving. After the 5 year old had finished off his bag of chips without touching his pizza, the mom got a to-go box, and her cash, and after showing the new baby to three or four people who wanted a peek, she went back to the "Courthouse/DMV/USU extension/Workforce Services/Sherriff's Office/Health Department/WIC office" building, where she discovered that both of the Health Department employees, as well as the USU extension ladies, had gone to lunch. Her uterus and sciatic nerve were beginning to tell her that it was time to rest, but she kept plugging along anyway, resolving to return that afternoon to finish her errands (but she forgot).

There obviously wasn't time to make the cupcakes, or fold the laundry, or take a nap, but she decided that it didn't really matter because her kids probably didn't even know what a chalkboard was, since they have SmartBoards in their classrooms, and instead she would make cookies with the 5 year old, since it was one of their last chances to do something together before he started school in a week. They started the cookies, but within minutes the 5 year old decided he'd rather play video games, so the Mom finished them herself.

The older kids arrived home, and since the cookies were not quite finished, they dropped their backpacks and shoes on the floor and ran downstairs to watch their brother play Wii. The mom asked how their day was, and they answered, "Fine". The mother told them to feed the dog, practice their piano, and clean their rooms, but she was too tired to enforce it, and couldn't really bear the thought of listening to their piano lesson, so they played on the computer instead (and accidentally unplugged the router so the Internet stopped working). Since their cousin was coming over to use the Internet that night, the mother spent the next half an hour trying to figure out why the router wasn't working, and just when she fixed the problem, she got a call reminding her of Pack meeting at the swimming pool that night.

In lieu of dinner, she gave one kid the leftover pizza from the 5 year old's lunch, and two kids had yet another bowl of chocolatey sugary cereal, before they rushed off to pack meeting at the pool. Since the Dad was still at work, and the Mom couldn't get into the pool so soon after a new baby, she sat on the sidelines and did her best to watch three kids (in two different pools) who don't know how to swim. Her excitement at fitting into her pre-baby shorts was deflated when she saw the other cute young mom's in their size 2 swimsuits, trendy sunglasses, and flat-ironed hair and she realized that she was just an overweight girl in plaid shorts who was wearing a ponytail because she still hadn't gotten a shower.

By the end of the day, the mother was exhausted. She looked around at all the dirty dishes, and the crumbs on the floor and wanted to cry. Instead she went to bed, while her husband stayed up until 2 AM with the baby. When she got up in the night to feed the little one, all the errands and carrying that carseat had caught up with her and she could barely walk.

Thankfully, her husband let her sleep in, and she vaguely remembered waving goodbye to her children (from her bed) on their second day of school.

The mother slept in, fed the baby, and felt much better after blogging about her day. She was just about to take a shower when she noticed the time and realized that since it was Friday, the kids would be home early.

A few minutes later, they walked in the door, dropped their backpacks, and asked "What's for lunch?"

And the mother realized they were out of bread.

So the kids had leftover cookies for lunch and they all lived happily ever after.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

You make me smile

Today is our 12th anniversary. We aren't doing anything extraordinary since we have a newborn, and because we got a week and a half together in Cedar before Justin was born, but I put a few pictures together that show what a great guy I married...

Love you, Todd. Thank you for being you.

You're cooler than the flip-side of my pillow...



Thursday, August 19, 2010

Small town karaoke

Since we have a newborn, we haven't been able to participate much in fair week. But, when I found out that Nate (our cousin) was going to enter the karaoke competition, there was no way I was going to miss it!

So last night we bundled up the baby, and headed to the park for some entertainment. I told Nate that I brought my newborn out for this, so it had better be good. He didn't disappoint, and neither did their daughter, Jackie. She was a riot, out dancing on the stage through several performances. Here she is as part of the line dance competition:



And here's her Lady Gaga dance



And here's Nate, doing his Louis Armstrong impression. He took second place and got $75! We're pretty excited to have him here. He's the new music teacher for grades 6-12. School hasn't even started yet, but he's been out recruiting (with cookies) and has already quadrupled the size of our band. :o)



Yes, he did need a glass of water after that...

Monday, August 16, 2010

Pushing Pause

I found myself laying awake last night, worried that if I went to sleep I'd miss my baby growing. Hormones will do that to you. It is absolutely unreal to me that he was born a week ago today. The week before he was born seemed more like a month!

So, even though I have ZERO photography knowledge or skills, and I own the crappiest camera on the planet, I tried my best to do a photo shoot with Justin today.

They turned out better than I expected, but Vanessa is coming over tomorrow with her really nice camera, and a lot more photography knowledge/talent, so hopefully we'll get some better pictures. I feel terrible that Dillon's ONLY professional picture was taken when he was 3 mos. old. It's just SO expensive...but now it's too late and I can never go back and get those pictures.

I wish I could just push pause and keep him little.

he was a good sport...for most of the time
I could not get a clear picture of our rings to save my life. It's just one of the reasons I don't like my camera. I have to use the "kids and pets" setting to take a picture of a bowl of fruit.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The day after Christmas

I've done a lot of pondering today.

My mom left this morning. The house is clean (even the blinds...thanks Mom!), the boys are playing Wii, and all is calm.

It feels like the day after Christmas.

You spend so much time and energy preparing for one day, and then it finally comes and it goes by so quickly...while you're in a dreamlike state, and then just like that, life moves on.

There's almost a sense of sadness, and yet...Would I go back in time to last week if given the chance? No way!

But I already miss the anticipation.

It truly is a miracle, how a doctor can hand you a crying, purple, bloody baby, while three complete strangers are running around with towels and gloves and staring at your crotch, and in that one single instant it makes up for all the morning sickness, constipation, hemmorrhoids, mood swings, weight gain, crotch pain, and heartburn.

I have fallen head over heals in love with this dark haired little boy. When he rolled over from his tummy to his back this morning, I wanted to cry because I know how fast he'll grow up. And I'm not ready for it.

My mother-in-law swears that I will just "know" when I'm finished having kids, but I still cannot fathom NOT doing this again.

Perhaps in a couple weeks, when I'm helping one kid with homework, while nursing the baby and listening to another kid plunk away at his piano lesson, and dinner is burning on the stove, and I'm behind on laundry, and I realize that we're out of dog food and I have to run to the store before they close in ten minutes...I might change my mind.

But for now, I sure love having this new little spirit in our home. And even though I got the perfect gift, the anticipation is over and it's time to move on...and grow up...and I can't help feeling a little bit sad at the thought that he might be my last baby.

I don't want to think about it. So I guess I'll try my best to enjoy every minute, and I hope that when I have "one of those days" I will remember my feelings today.

Cooking and cleaning can wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep



Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Labor and Delivery, Hospital food, Todd's TV debut, Visitor's, and Big Brother Dillon


We started our induction at 1:00 AM on Aug. 9th. I had been having regular contractions (10 mins) for a few hours, but like all the others I'd had all week, they just weren't strong enough.

I started out at 3 cm. and 50% effaced, and after all the paperwork, IV, and monitors were in place, we started the pitocin at 2:15.

My contractions quickly went to 2 minutes apart, but still weren't strong enough because when the Dr. arrived at 7:30 AM to break my water, I hadn't progressed at all. I tried to sleep, and listen to my Ipod for a distraction, but the contractions were painful enough that I couldn't get comfortable.

Dr. Heath broke my water and inserted an internal monitor to measure the strength of my contractions, and by then I was ready for my epidural.

It was a perfect epidural. The pain was gone, but I could still feel the pressure, and I could even move my legs and roll over by myself.

After I got the epidural, I finally started to dilate. At 9:00 I was 4 cm. and at 10:00 I was at 5.

This is when things started to go fast. I could tell by the pressure that I was dilating with every contraction. When they finally checked me at 10:50 I was a 9+ and they called the doctor who arrived in record time.

It only took three pushes, all during the same contraction, and he arrived at 10:59 with zero complications. It was by far my easiest delivery. I asked the doctor if I had torn, and he said, "Not a scratch" which made things even better.

They placed him on my belly, rubbed him down with a towel, and I started nursing him. After that, they weighed him, and I got to hold him for an hour and a half before the nurse gave him his first bath, right there in the delivery room.

While Justin had his bath, Todd and I got lunch. I had to take a picture of my food because it's not like any hospital food I've ever had. I got shrimp over fettuccine, and
Todd had steak. The next day I had grilled chicken with artichoke and sun-dried tomato sauce over penne pasta. It was better than the meal I had at Applebee's on Saturday night!

We stayed in the delivery room until my epidural had worn off enough for me to walk to the bathroom (about 3 hours). Then I was wheeled into a regular room. It took another hour before the epidural really wore off. I can't believe how long it took! I'm glad I didn't get a second dose.

Our experience at the hospital was wonderful. Aside from the "Anaconda blood pressure cuff" that left my arm bruised and battered, I don't have a single complaint. We were pretty much left alone for the rest of the day. Justin spent a total of 40 minutes in the nursery the entire time we were there. They took him once to check his weight and do his PKU test, and once for his circumcision.

I don't know if it's just how this hospital does things, or if it's because he was my fourth baby, but there wasn't anyone telling me how long or how often to feed him, or asking how much he or I had peed. It was really nice. After having Dillon in NICU and having to weigh every diaper and report every detail, I appreciated the "normalcy". We dressed him in his own clothes, and just "did our own thing".

Things were so calm that we had no idea they life-flighted seven people out of the hospital that night after a Japanese tour bus rolled on I-15. We did hear sirens, and Todd heard one helicopter, but that's it. When we left the hospital there were Japanese news crews everywhere, and they caught Todd on camera after he took luggage to the van. Too bad we won't get to see his TV debut.

My dad has a cousin who lives in Cedar, and even though Todd and I have only met them twice, I tried to get in touch with them during the week we were "waiting" so we could go visit. It turns out they were on vacation, but they arrived home on the day Justin was born, and she (Debbie) called me. They had been driving for 12 hours, but still took the time to come to the hospital and visit. When we checked in, I didn't even bother to listen to the visitor rules because I didn't expect anyone to come, but there's just something about having family around that makes everything better, and I'm so glad that Debbie and Rusty came to see us.

So far Justin is eating and sleeping great. I only had to get up once to feed him last night, and he went right back to sleep afterwards. I know he's still a tired newborn, but I sure hope this continues! My other babies all cried for the first few nights.

I never planned on having a 5 1/2 year gap between my kids, but I have to say that it's been a lot of fun. I've been able to spend so much more time preparing and pondering, and now enjoying this baby. The older boys can pretty much take care of themselves, and have already been a big help.

Dillon is thrilled to be a big brother. While we were in St. George shopping last week, I found a "Big Brother" shirt at the OshKosh outlet for $6. I bought it and Dillon has worn it for two days in a row now. I think I'm going to have to pry it off of him! Whenever he's holding the baby and you ask if he's finished he replies, "No! My baby."

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Justin Taggart (J.T.)

He's here!

I will have to write the labor story later, but wanted to post a few pics in the meantime. Todd sent a mass e-mail, but there are a lot of addresses we don't have in our laptop, so if you didn't get one, that's why.
He was born on 8/9/10 at 11 AM with lots of DARK hair.
So far he will take a pacifier (hooray!) and he's a very good baby. He hasn't cried since the delivery and just makes cute little squeaky noises throughout the day.
We're getting ready to take his "tags" off, so I guess we can't return him :o)
He's a keeper!

Sunday, August 08, 2010

10...9...8...

Actually, it's going to be 8/9/10. I'll be induced tomorrow morning at 1:00 AM.

Unless my water decides to break in sacrament meeting today, which would be just my luck.

I never truly believed I would still be "here" today. If I had, I never would've come to Cedar last Thursday like my doctor suggested.

I'm pretty proud of myself, though. I've been more "crazy" about being away from my kids and the fact that my Mom has given up so much of her time, than I have about the actual "still being pregnant". It's not nearly as difficult to be huge and uncomfortable when you don't have housework and kids to take care of!

I really don't want to be induced. I think the pitocin makes the contractions harder on the baby, but at this point there's no way I'm waiting any longer. I've already used up all the time that Mom could help with the baby 'cause by the time we get home, she's got to leave to get her house in order for my cousin's wedding.

Not to mention the fact that I'm tired of paying for our room, and eating out. Although, I gave up my low-fat diet this week because I figured if I had a gall bladder attack it would likely put me into labor. Because of that, I've eaten things I haven't had since before I got pregnant...like the chocolate molten cake from Chili's (and Applebee's), mozzarella sticks, provalone filled meatballs over pasta in "heart attack inducing" white sauce, fries (oh how I love my Heinz ketchup...), an omelet, a Dairy Queen blizzard, a deep fried chimichanga, and I had cheese, bacon, and avacado on my Subway sandwich.

Even with all that fat, I only had a few "stabs" of pain in my gall bladder all week. I'm starting to think that if the test shows it functioning at a decent level after the baby is born, I may try to control it with diet, rather than having surgery in a few weeks. I had to be really careful in the beginning, but the longer I went without fat, the more I was able to occasionally "indulge" without any problem.

Because I started this pregnancy overweight, I had a "goal weight" that I didn't want to go over. I truly didn't think it was possible, but I'm proud to say that at my appt. on Wednesday I was ONE pound under my goal weight. After my provolone/meatball pasta dinner with chocolate molten cake last night, I'm sure I've hit my limit, but I won't be getting weighed again, so the record will show that I made it :o)

I couldn't resist putting this song on my blog. (Vanessa, you can stop laughing now...) Sorry if you all have it in your head for the rest of the day...

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Update

On Tuesday night I started having contractions at midnight, and they lasted all night. At 7:00 AM I decided to go next door to the hospital to be checked. I knew the contractions weren't strong enough, but I wanted to know if they were "doing anything" because we have to decide by 11:00 each day whether to pay for another day here at the Jubilee house.

I told Todd to stay at the house and I'd call if by some miracle they decided to keep me. I was barely dialated past a 1, and having regular 4 min contractions, but they just weren't strong enough. They stopped a little while after I left the hospital.

I had an appt. with my Dr. that afternoon, and he stripped my membranes at noon, and again at 4:00. At my 12:00 appt. I was dialated to 3, but at 4:00 there was no change.

This morning I called my Dr. to ask a medical question (I'll spare you the details) and he told me to go to labor and delivery to be checked again to see if I'd made any progress, but I was still 3 cm. and 50% effaced. I didn't have a single contraction while on the monitor.

We left the hospital and went to St. George for the day, since I've pretty much decided this baby is never coming. Tonight I've had longer and stronger contractions, but they're not regular. At this point, though, I'll take what I can get!

I'm going crazy being away from my kids, and knowing that all my "mom help time" is being taken up now instead of after the baby, but I know that Heavenly Father is watching out for us, and I am grateful for His tender mercies.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Here we sit like birds in the wilderness...

...Waiting for the stork to come.

Today is the day that we were thinking of coming to Cedar to stay.

We would've made it.

It's kind of frustrating to have spent the time and money to be here for the past five days, but we're just trying to follow Dr.'s orders.

I hope my Mom is scoring some big points in heaven for her service.

So far we've:

*Eaten at the Japanese steakhouse (Todd's favorite)
*Walked...and walked...and walked
*Rented three Redbox movies
*Made a desperate wish while throwing a penny into a fountain
*Attended a random ward's sacrament meeting
*Jogged (sort of) through the cemetery (not a pretty sight)
*Went to see "Dinner for Shmucks" (can't recommend it)
*Watched "A Baby Story" on the big screen TV (much to Todd's dismay)
*Climbed a 10 foot rocky embankment (still no baby)
*Watched dumb cowboy shows (much to my dismay)
*Found a walking trail and walked some more...
*Visited Tai Pan, a scrapbook store, a stitchery shop, a fabric shop, and an antique mall (Todd's a good man)
*Visited Cal-Ranch, IFA, and Ace Hardware...haven't made it to Home Depot yet.
*Non-G rated stuff...check.
*Tried to look up my Dad's cousin to go visit
*Got a smoothie with echinacea in it (supposedly it can induce labor??)
*Sent a million e-cards to the kids
*Prayer and more prayer

We see the doctor tomorrow, but of course I'm hoping my water breaks first...