Juicy Dreaming Diva

Baby Jack Braden!

He is here!   

We are overjoyed to announce that he arrived in the midst of a snowstorm...on March 16th!   I'm happy to say that the big boy weighed in at a healthy 9lbs. 4oz. and was a lengthy 23 inches long!  Whoa mama!

My recovery is going very well and I am such a happy mommy!  Honestly, I can't stop staring at him.  He's beautiful.  And I am so in love with my little boy...its amazing.   

Our two older boys are also completely enraptured with their little brother.  Protectively shielding his eyes from the sunlight as we drive in the car...holding his little hands in theirs...kissing his cheeks before bedtime or as they leave the house for school.   Its a wonderfully precious sight to watch!   

However, I am fairly sure that its most obvious that little Jack's father...is about as proud a dad as they get!  He leaps at the opportunity to change diapers, snuggle, nuzzle and coo at this new life.  And given the chance to show him off...Stephen stands tall and proudly introduces Jack to anyone willing to listen!   He's simply enjoyable to sit back and watch.

So this is my new little man.   He's sleeping well.  Eating well.  And is simply a really good baby!   And well...with all this joy...I just had to share! 

(feeling so happy with this new life that God has brought into our lives!)

Oooooh Baby!

Yes, this is me!  I am 39 weeks and a few days along on this baby journey...and SOOO done with being pregnant!  Really.   Just thinking about getting back into shape actually thrills me!  I imagine myself running freely again and I nearly jump out of my skin with glee!   

Those of you who have been through this know...oh my, that 38 to 40 week mark is just about enough to make a sane girl go perminantly bonkers!   

Today I went to the doctors office, full of anticipation!  I was so sure that she would say to me, "Oh my!  You're dialated to at least a 3 and we should expect this baby any second!"  But alas, no.  The response was instead, "Well, no dialating yet."

At that moment, I truly wished I could cry.   Not just for myself but for my poor husband.  Darlings when I tell you the man has endured, I mean it!  Bless his heart.  He's been a near peach of a man, while I whine, pout and feel sorry for myself in this big tummy.  (In the photos he's working on a fabulous cartoon mural for our "city baby" themed nursery...he's such a goof and such a creative person!)   Bless him!  Bless him!   I don't even know what I would do without this sheer love of my life.   He's strong and in charge.  I love it.  Yes indeed I all out love it!  I all out adore and love HIM!

So, today, having had a c-section in the past, I looked at the doctor and with a resounding voice, simply said,  "OK, let's schedule a c-section for Friday!"  And honey, with that, we just scheduled my baby's birthday!  Woohooo!!!

Im going to be a new mommy again on Friday!   So send up the prayers...pop the champagne and give me a high five, sing a jingle...cause I will be holding little baby Jack Braden on Friday.  And finally my rib cage and bladder will be FREE I TELL YA, FREE!

(full of anticipation and hope)