Two Month Update

I played a little catch up today so check out Rori's one month update first if you haven't seen that!

• She weighs 10 pounds and is finally fitting into 0-3 month clothes
• She moved herself out of the bassinet in our room and into the crib in her nursery on November 20th and has been sleeping through the night ever since. 8-11 hour straight stretches!🙌🏼
• Lights are the absolute most fascinating things to her
• She's no longer throwing up after bottles
• Her parents went on their first date night without her and her mom drank too much wine🙈
• She hates being put in her car seat but passes out as soon as the car starts moving
• The evenings are full of her fussiest moments because all she wants to do is eat
• She has definitely found her smile and seems to be on the verge of laughter

It is absolutely CRAZY to me to see how much she's changed in just a few short weeks! She went from still looking rather fetal in her one month update picture, to actually gaining quite a bit of pudge in her cheeks at two months.

Our biggest advancement this month was obviously the transition to her nursery. I was planning on waiting until three months to do it but it just felt like the right time at 7 weeks. And now that we've been doing it for a couple weeks now, I'm so glad that we did! Quite a few people have asked me how we did it, what our routine is like, and what I do to get her to sleep through the night so I'll probably just do a separate post on it soon.

Rori has been nothing short of amazing and I feel so lucky that I get to be her momma. Motherhood has pretty much been exactly what I expected and I knock on wood every damn day when I tell people how easy of a transition it's been. Because besides her fussy evenings when she's cranky from just wanting to eat every forty minutes, the girl is a piece of cake.

Girlfriend absolutely LOVES bath time. I could leave her in that sink for three hours and she'd probably be fine.

Girlfriend absolutely LOVES bath time. I could leave her in that sink for three hours and she'd probably be fine.

So many people tell you that the first couple months are the most exhausting of your life. That you turn into some sort of walking zombie who has no time to shower, cries from feeling so overwhelmed, never sleeps for more than an hour at a time, and is 100% certain they're doing every single thing wrong on top of it.

But that hasn't been my experience at all and I just want to let all of you pregnant momma's out there know that because society really scares the shit out of you about it.

The hands down worst thing so far is how fast this journey is going. Time is a god damn thief and I've already asked Santa for more of it because I've cried multiple times over how quickly I'm losing my tiny infant. The only thing keeping me together is knowing that they only get more fun as they grow. Oh and that you can have more. I used to watch the Duggar's and be like "Why so many kids. Just..why?" and now I'm like "Holy crap I need like seven hundred babies."

I kid, I kid. But man, are these precious moments fleeting.

How is it even possible to love something so much?!

One Month Update

So my kid is two months old and I'm just now putting up her one month update. Hi, blog mom failure, party of one.

I'd really like to be able to use my blog as a baby book one day though, so I can't miss out on anything. I'm just trying to play a little catch up here lately since I pretty much took her first six weeks of life off from even touching my Macbook. Bare with me guys!

Here we are at one month old:

A few people asked me how the heck she was sitting up by herself. She's been pretty good about holding her head up since what feels like her first day but she's really just leaned back a bit on the pillow. There were seven billion other shots of her falling over onto her unicorn, so don't let this fool you!

Anyway, these are the things I had written down along with her picture that day:

• she sleeps all.the.time like the sleeping beauty that she shares a name with
• she toots so loud (and often) that she wakes up Pudge
• we've finally gotten the hang of breastfeeding
• bottle chugging is also one of her favorite pastimes which has resulted in quite a few throw ups - she just goes too darn fast!
• she weighs 8lb1oz which puts her in the 25th percentile
• we're still rocking newborn clothes because of it
• she experienced Hooter's for the first time (thanks Trev)
• her favorite things to stare at are the faucet during bath time, the gallery wall of Pudge pictures behind the couch, and her mirror
• she makes more facial expressions in a minute than I do all day

Aurora's first month went great! The only problem we had was her poor latching for about the first week. So we had to use a syringe with a feeding tube attached to it in order to feed her. Trev would stick his finger in her mouth while I stuck the tube in and then as soon as she started to suck his finger I would push some milk out of the syringe. That way she started to get the idea of actually having to work for her food and that sucking meant milk.

That definitely helped us a lot (and got some food into her!) but it wasn't really until the addition of the nipple shield that finally got her on the right track. Ever since we started using that, she's been able to latch on just fine.

She was an insanely good sleeper from the very start. Like, she probably slept 20 hours a day every day for that entire first month. Everyone kept saying "Oh man, you're going to be in for it tonight since she's been asleep all day" but no, she just kept right on going.

She slept in her DocATot which was in her bassinet right next to my side of the bed and it worked out great. She would sleep for about three hours at a time and then I'd either have to wake her up or she would on her own in order to eat. Getting her up enough to not fall asleep again while nursing was our biggest hurdle. We'd seriously have to strip her down and lay her on the cold coffee table to get her little butt up!

We never had an issue with her reversing her day and night or being awake all night long. Girlfriend just loves loves loves to snuggle and sleep. And she also loved being swaddled right from her very first minute of life. I praise swaddles and I don't understand how anyone can not use them. Hooray for DocATot and SwaddleMe!

There are a billion other things I'd love to write about from her first month but the main thing worth sharing is the baby blues. I suffered from that for about three days (which is SO SHORT in the grand schemes of things) but holy heck was it the scariest thing ever. I think I'll probably just write an entire post on it because I was completely unaware that it would happen and I think there needs to be more knowledge out there for those who are just about to give birth for the first time.

I posted her two month update right after this so you can check that out HERE

Aurora Laine: What's In A Name

So we're all aware how painstakingly difficult it was for me to name my child, right? I mean I only talked about it seven hundred and sixty two times since announcing I was even having a child.

My indecisiveness came as no shock to me, though, since I was well aware by the age of twelve that I'd never be able to name my kids. My never-ending and always-evolving lists of favorite names made it pretty apparent that it was going to be an impossible task for me whenever that day came.

And now that I've actually had a baby and had to name it...? I still feel exactly the same way.

If it weren't for those discharge papers at the hospital that included the birth certificate info (and thus an area to fill in a real life name) she probably still wouldn't have one. But I was 100% adamant on not wanting to leave without her having one so we forced ourselves to pick one before we left.

P.S. Did you know that you can wait up to a year to name your child? A MOTHER EFFING YEAR?! Who in their right mind would do that to their poor kid. Crazy talk, I tell ya.

Anyway, let's go back to the beginning.

Even before we were pregnant we knew what we would be naming a boy if we ever had one. There's a family name on his side that he's wanted to use since he was younger and I (miraculously!) actually love it and have had it on my boy lists. So that was set and ready to go and we would've announced it right when we found out the gender had it been a boy.

So of course we ended up having a girl... Because duh, that's just my life.

After finding out little miss was, in fact, a little miss I spent the remaining months of my pregnancy googling baby names. And I do mean that in the most literal way possible. Like, it legitimately came a part time job of mine. I probably spent at least ten hours a week doing something related to finding a name for our daughter. I was on websites like Nameberry and Baby Name Wizard daily, I put up polls on Babycenter of my current favorites, I texted my mom all the time asking for her opinion, I tired to text Trevor less so I wouldn't annoy the ever living daylights out of him, I googled meanings behind names, I looked up famous people with each of the names I liked, I made lists of middle names to go with each of my options, and I was on the Social Security site pouring over the popularity charts because I didn't want something in the Top 100.

Ho - lee - hell. I was effing crazy and I'll be the first to admit it.

Way back in the very beginning we both settled on Matilda. And we were basically 95% sure we were going to use it. Trev even bought the movie (one of my favorites) in the Target $5 bin one night and we watched it. My mom bought me the original book. I was googling art from it to hang in her nursery. Etc etc. But then this also became that same name that I mentioned some of our parents hating in one of my other posts. And while we (for the most part) didn't care what anyone thought, we slowly started to not feel like it was right.

Back to the chaos of searching.

And searching.

And then pretty much settling on something again.

Only to then scratch it off the list a week later and start all over agin.

Both "Elsie" and "Skylar" we two of the poor souls who went through that process. But "Elsie" is a cow from some company in the 70's (and also too cutesy) and Skylar was too unisex (and also too popular), so neither made the cut.

After the craziness of all that nonsense, we eventually we just decided to not pick one until she was born because we knew we would never actually be 100% certain about it until she came anyway. So we decided that we would just go to the hospital with the three that had lasted the longest on our list of "we both like this enough to not veto it" and pick whichever one we felt the most drawn to after seeing her.

Everyone told us that it would be easy once she was actually born and we would "just know".

Guess what, all of those people are effing crazy and you shouldn't listen to them if you're in the same boat as us because we were even more confused once she arrived.

She was born at 9:05pm Thursday night and we didn't write "Aurora Laine" down on the birth certificate form until 5:00pm Saturday night. That's almost 48 hours of knowing her for anyone attempting to do math. We both kept being like "She doesn't really look like any of them. Is she supposed to? Do we pick something else? Do you like one more for her than the others?"

The three were Willamina/Wilhelmina (nickname Willa or Mina), Sienna (not too many nickname options), and Aurora (nickname Rori).

Thankfully, after trying them out on her and discussing the options with our families, we both somehow migrated more towards Aurora/Rori. Trevor mentioned at one point wanting to name her just Rori and not using Aurora at all but I really wanted her to have a distinctly feminine name since Sherman is so masculine. I liked the "prettiness" of the longer name and the "cool spunkiness" of the nickname.

So Aurora it was and I'm so glad we went with it because now it's just so her.

One of my absolute favorite pictures to date. Such sass in this one!

One of my absolute favorite pictures to date. Such sass in this one!

There really isn't any significance to the name other than that we both honestly just liked it.

I didn't name her after the Disney princess, or the Northern Lights, even though I love both of those references. There's no significance to the fact that Aurora means "dawn" either but the line from Sleeping Beauty that says "A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn, for she filled their lives with sunshine." is pretty much the sweetest thing ever. I watched the movie about a week before she was born and fell in love with that.

Maybe I knew deep down that it was the one I wanted to use all along? Who knows.

As for her middle name: Laine. My maternal grandmother is just about my most favorite person on the planet. I have so many childhood memories that I will cherish forever and I completely lucked out with getting her as a Grama, so I've know for awhile that I wanted to name my daughter after her. Her middle name is Elaine so I just took the 'E' off of the front and went with Laine as a nod to her. Plus I wanted something that went with both Aurora and Rori and Laine works well either way you say it (or yell it if she's pulling Pudge's tail). 

And that's the story of how we finally decided on Aurora Laine. Lord help me if we ever have another girl...

A Birth Story: Part Two

If you missed the first part of Aurora's birth story you can go ahead and read it HERE. I apologize for how long this post is going to be. But this is really more for me to look back on one day, so I don't want to miss any details!

We arrived at the hospital around 7:30 the morning of September 29th. At that point, I was still walking around fine and could talk through my contractions. I just had to stop every time I had one in order to breathe through it and squeeze Trev's hand.

We were taken to a delivery room and a nurse came in to ask a bunch of questions, get me hooked up to the monitors, and check my cervix. The monitors confirmed that I was, of course, having contractions, but I was only 2cm dilated. And since I was still doing relatively okay and wasn't in a ton of pain, they didn't officially admit me right then and there. Instead, the nurse said I should hang out for an hour and then they'd check me again to see how quickly things were moving along. If everything progressed then I'd be admitted and if not I'd go back home.

And that was basically my worst fear.

Okay, definitely not the worst, but I reallyyy didn't want to be sent home. I was just so excited at that point for everything to finally be happening and I was terrified that things would get worse too quickly at home and we'd have to rush back to the hospital.

So we hung out for a bit in the room and then I got out of the bed and decided to keep walking around, hoping to heck that gravity would help nudge the little lady along.

We met my mom in the lobby and all headed to the cafeteria to check it out and get some breakfast to kill a little time. We said hi to one of the managers there that we know from home and he told us that we lucked out because it was BBQ day. We assumed that meant that it was just a normal thing they do every Thursday in the cafeteria but ended up realizing that, no, it was a once a year thing. They throw a big BBQ as an appreciation day for the staff and they all get to eat for free, so it's basically everyone's favorite day at the hospital. Like, staff even come in if it's their day off to get the free barbecue because it's that good haha. So Trevor was super pumped and thanked me for choosing BBQ day to deliver our kid.

I try Trev, I try.

All I ended up eating was a small handful of grapes before I finally started to shed a couple tears while holding onto my mom because things were really starting to hurt. I decided I didn't really feel like crying in the middle of a bunch of hospital staff getting their morning coffees so we walked (really slowly) back to the room.

I climbed back into bed and slowly started to feel like I wanted to die with each passing minute. Those contractions are NO joke but they didn't feel at all like I thought they would. Everything I read and everyone I talked to told me they just felt like the worst period cramps of your life. Cramps on steroids basically. And while they did feel like that, my pain was more in the form of pressure. Terrible, horrible, no good, "what the flying eff" pressure.

And it wasn't coming from where you think, aka where babies come out of, but instead I felt it all in my butt. HUH?!

The only way I could explain it to anyone was that it felt like every single organ in my body was about to blow out of me. Cute, I know. Sorry for the visual but I feel like future momma's out there should be aware of this since I wasn't.

By that point, there was definitely no more talking through contractions, or walking around, or pleasant faces. I was for sure in pain. The nurse came back in and said "Well this looks quite different from when you first arrived, I think it's time to check you again." And then she told me I was 5cm and that I was being admitted because we were having a baby today. Hallelujah! Happy smiles!

Except for no because "holy eff this hurts".

I was soooo uncomfortable sitting in the bed because of the pressure. It felt like I was just adding even more pressure to the mix by sitting on my butt, so the nurse suggested I try bouncing on a ball. That was even worse. So then she told me to try getting in the tub, something I never thought I'd do. It just seemed so "hippy dippy" to me. But at that point, I would've been up for sitting in a pot of boiling water on the stove if I knew it would help, so I climbed right in.

Guys, let me just tell you what a lifesaver that damn tub was.

I'm so glad our labor and delivery unit was just completely renovated and those huge jacuzzi tubs were added... because I sat there in a squatting position in the warm water for almost an hour while Trevor held a cold washcloth on my neck and rubbed my back. The buoyancy definitely helped a lot. But after an hour my legs started to get tired from squatting and I really was still in so much pain.

I just couldn't imagine going through contractions for another "who knows how many more hours". If I knew for certain that I would have to endure it for another hour or two and then I'd be ready to push, I probably could've done it. But there's obviously absolutely no way of knowing and the uncertainty of whether she'd come in an hour or if I'd be having contractions every three minutes for another eight hours straight was just too much to even fathom.

Epidural please!

My nurse came in and got my IV set up while I was still sitting in the tub and Trev had to leave the room because he's super scared of needles. Then I slowly made my way back to the bed so that I could actually get the epidural placed. I was sure he would have to leave again for this part but he squatted down on the ground in front of me while I was slouched over sitting on the edge of the bed so he could face me. That way he couldn't see the needle at all since it was behind me going into my back.

This is the exact moment that I was getting the epidural and it's just about the only photo we have from labor. And even though I look dreadful, it's my absolute favorite. It perfectly portrays how FREAKING amazing he was throughout the entire thing. I was so in awe of him. Goodness I love that man and thank the skies every day that he's her daddy.

This is the exact moment that I was getting the epidural and it's just about the only photo we have from labor. And even though I look dreadful, it's my absolute favorite. It perfectly portrays how FREAKING amazing he was throughout the entire thing. I was so in awe of him. Goodness I love that man and thank the skies every day that he's her daddy.

I've read a lot of birth stories where people have said that epidurals hurt but I thought this was the easiest part of the whole day. I didn't feel a thing. The damn catheter hurt more for gosh sake.

Within a few minutes of me getting it the whole world changed. Those drugs are pure magical bliss sent straight from Hogwarts, let me tell you.

You go from agonizing "I want to curl up in a ball and die" pain to "Wait there's really a baby forcing itself out of my vagina right now?" calmness. You don't feel a damn thing.

The only problem is that they tend to slow things down a bit. I got the epidural at 11:00am but didn't progress enough to start pushing until around 7:00pm. And you can't do anything other than sit in bed since you're attached to drugs and a catheter. Oh, and you also can't eat anything either. So while Trev got an awesome barbecue, I was stuck with a measly red popsicle. Womp.

I'm really not sure what the heck we even did for those eight hours. I napped once, we watched a little TV, talked with our moms who were waiting with us, panicked over Trevor's dad being stuck in Pennsylvania and possibly not making it back in time for the birth, discussed baby names since we STILL hadn't decided on one, and got checked by the nurses a billion times. 

Oh and we also kept joking around about naming her Misty Cayenne.

Misty was one of the random names Trevor suggested months before after seeing Misty May-Trainor in a magazine. I told him he was nuts because it sounded like a stripper's name (sorry to any Misty's out there reading this) and vetoed it immediately. It was raining all day, though, so he started joking around about how it would be perfect because the weather was so misty out. And then after he went to the barbecue lunch, the manager in the cafeteria said we should name her Cayenne in honor of it being BBQ day. So Misty Cayenne became the running joke of the day since she didn't have an actual name. Kind of like the Subway commercial where they name the baby Terry in honor of it being sweet onion chicken teriyaki day. Lord help us.

And I digress...

After seven hours of hanging out in bed I was still only at 9cm so they decided to start a really low dose of Pitocin to get things moving along.

The nurse told me that I would know when it was time to push because I'd start to feel the pressure again. Actually she told me that I'd feel like I needed to go #2. And that I could push this special button to have more of the epidural medicine if I needed it to help with the pain. But I couldn't feel any pressure at all (I told you those drugs were magical) and I was so worried that I wouldn't know when it was go-time because I couldn't feel it, so I didn't push that button even once. Which was probably the worst mistake I made all day because holy mother of all hell does the pushing part of giving birth SUCK.

That pressure that I despised so much from earlier in the day finally came back though and it was ten times worse that it was before. There's no way to describe it other than feeling like you're going to poop out a baby. And I was completely and utterly TERRIFIED of pooping on the table. So much so that I wasn't pushing correctly in the beginning because I didn't want to push anything other than a baby out. But that's bad because baby won't actually come out unless you push like you're trying to go to the bathroom.

Catch, meet the number twenty two.

So I kicked Trevor out of the room for five minutes so that I could practice pushing with my nurse alone. And that way I could make sure everything inside of me wouldn't come plowing out while attempting to push correctly haha. Jesus, what a peach I am. But it seriously felt like that was going to happen! Once I realized that it wouldn't he came back in and we started for real.

I laid on my side in the beginning because it felt better and that way I could face Trev who was squatting down next to the bed beside me. He had one leg, the nurse had the other, and the doctor was you know where. We didn't go to a birthing class, nor did I really read anything about the actual pushing part of delivery so I was clueless as to how it all worked. My only real birth plan was to not have one. I wanted to go with the flow and kind of just throw myself into it and react to whatever the doctors and nurses told me to do.

So I really had no idea that you only pushed during each contraction. See? Clueless. But I learned pretty quickly and my doctor said I was pushing great. Between each and every contraction Trevor would put the straw to my water cup in my mouth so that I could take a couple sips. Man does your mouth get dry from all the breathing. This went on for about an hour before they finallyyy got a glimpse of her head poking out. Apparently you could tell she had a ton of hair right from the very start! 

At this point I was also extremely exhausted. Using every ounce of strength your body has to push for a minute straight, every three minutes, for an hour is a lot.

I remember breaking down crying and telling Trev that I couldn't do it because I was just. so. freaking. tired. It wasn't so much the pain at that point, it was the exhaustion. I felt like I had run seventeen marathons in a row after having not slept for a week straight.

And not knowing how much longer it was going to take was the worst part. With each push she kept popping out more, though, and Trevor would get so excited with each one and be like "Oh my God babe, there she is! Keep going, I can see her head! Keep going, do a big one right here, oh my God she's right there!!!" That alone was pretty much the only reason I didn't give up after an hour and a half. Because every time he would get excited I knew that things were actually happening down there and in turn knew that she was almost out. I was almost about to see her!

Finally, after what felt like ten days of pushing, she crowned.

That, my friends, was just about the worst pain imaginable. I feel like you basically just black out at that point. It was the biggest whirlwind because after she crowned there was no more waiting for the next contraction to push anymore, I just had to keep pushing consistently without stopping to do anything other than take a quick breath.

And you also realize that she's actually about to be completely out any minute and you're going the meet your daughter for the first time. And you also want to chuck something across the room because you feel like your body is tearing in two. And you scream "Why does it feel like your finger is up my butt hole?!" at your doctor and she replies "Because it is." And then you start crying because A) You have a finger in your butt and have no idea why and B) Because you look over at your boyfriend and think "This is it. This is the moment we've been waiting nine months for. The moment I've wanted my whole life for. We're about to meet our baby."

And just like that, after almost two hours of pushing, the doctor told me to stop and she placed my little lady on my chest at 9:05pm.

I stared down at her and then at Trev and we both just sobbed. There are absolutely NO words that could ever describe the feeling of meeting your child for the first time, so I'm not going to even attempt it. It's pure heaven. The most overwhelming rush of happiness and love imaginable. I wish I could relive it every single day for the rest of my life.

It was like an out of body experience because I really have never experienced any other emotion in my 27 years that can even pale in comparison.

But then, just like that, it was over and the nurses quickly scooped her up and whisked her over to the other side of the room to check her out. Trevor grabbed my hand and we waited patiently for them to bring her back to us.

But that didn't happen.

The nurse told us that she was having trouble breathing fully because she had so much fluid stuck in her lungs. We could hear them trying to suck it out of her and the machine constantly beeping telling them that something was wrong. We could see them purposely trying to agitate her so that she would scream in order for her to help cough out the junk.

Our doctor reassured us that she was fine and that she just needed a little help, but I (of course) started to freak out. Trev was great and told me that everything would be okay and tried to calm me down. But then they told us that they had to take her out of our room and down to the NICU so that the neonatal doctor could check her out. And that was when we both kind of lost it. 

Trev says it was the scariest moment of his life and he hated it. I'd have to agree.

She got wheeled out into the hallway where all of our family was waiting, so they got to see her quickly in passing on her way to the NICU. Then we had them all come into the room while we waited for her to be brought back. I thank all the stars in the sky that it only took 10-20 minutes before that happened and they told us everything was fine and that we could have our golden hour for skin to skin. I can't imagine what parents with children who are actually sick or have problems go through. It's unimaginable.

And boy did those first horrible 40 minutes of her life make me feel so unbelievably lucky and grateful once it was all over.

Lucky to have had a breeze of a pregnancy, lucky to have had a smooth transition into labor, lucky to have had a pleasant experience with delivery, lucky to have Trevor who was seriously nothing short of Superman the entire day, and lucky to have a happy and healthy baby girl.

I finally became a mother on that rainy Thursday evening and I was forever changed right then and there. It's just as cliche as they all say too because there really is no love like it. Your heart just picks itself up and decides to live outside of your body in the form of the tiniest, sweetest, most precious little squish bug imaginable and you know, without a doubt, that you were made to be a momma.

I have a billion and a half more things to blog about but I really need to end this monstrosity of a post before I start needing chapters over here.

We love you so much, Aurora Laine Sherman!

A Birth Story: Part One

The last photo I took of my bump - on my due date!

The last photo I took of my bump - on my due date!

It all started on Wednesday, September 28th. My due date. The date I had engraved in my head for the past nine months. The date I must've used as an answer over a hundred times when asked about her impending arrival. The day I was supposed to meet my daughter.

I woke up as anxious as ever that morning but I also knew there was no way she'd come since I hadn't really had any signs pointing in that direction. Up to that point, I had only had some minor cramping once in awhile - but nothing painful at all, a few Braxton Hicks contractions here and there - but none that I'd ever think twice about timing, and then some changes in the "flow" of things "down there" - but they say that can happen weeks before baby actually arrives and that it's not a good indicator of labor starting.

So I really thought she'd just make me wait forever and I'd have to get induced.

Something I wholeheartedly did not want to have happen but I just felt so completely normal and "fine". Definitely not like I was going to push something out of my uterus anytime soon. So I went about my day as normal.

I cleaned, I went grocery shopping for some last minute things at Wegman's (where my cashier lady proceeded to almost faint after asking when I was due and hearing me reply "today"), I answered a billion texts from friends and family asking how I was doing, I wrote her a little due date letter, I cleaned some more, and then cleaned some more, and then the day was over and Trevor and I were on the couch snuggling, eating dinner, and watching Modern Family per usual.

I did end up taking an evening primrose oil that I had gotten at Wegman's, though. That was about the only thing I did differently than any other day. It's supposed to help thin you out, and while I have no idea if it actually did that for me or if it was just a coincidence... I ended up going into labor that night, only a couple hours after I had gone to bed and several after taking that pill.

I woke up at 1:30am to what felt like the beginning of a period cramps. Or basically what felt like the aftermath of eating dairy if you're lactose intolerant haha. They weren't horrible by any means but they were definitely there being the uncomfortable little pains in the you know whats that they are. This had happened to me a couple other nights in the last couple weeks but I would just end up going to the bathroom, falling back asleep, and then they'd be gone.

This time that didn't happen, though.

I went to the bathroom and got back in bed, but couldn't fall back asleep because they were still there. So I started timing them. I whipped out my phone, hid under the covers so my screen's light wouldn't wake up Trev, and used one of my pregnancy apps to see how far apart they were. 

At that point they were kind of all over the place but for the most part 45 seconds long and 7 to 10 minutes apart. I laid in bed timing for probably an hour or so before I finally got up and moved to the couch. I just knew at that point that this was probably it since I had never had contractions that were persistent or time-able. Nor had I had the pressure-like pain down in my booty area before. And oh that mother effing pressure. More to come on that...

By 4:00am they were getting more painful, lasting about a minute, and were five minutes apart, so I called my midwife. My OBGYN's rule was 5-1-1 aka contractions that are five minutes apart that last for a minute long, happening for an hour straight.

After I got her on the phone she told me it was more about the intensity of the contractions, though, rather than the timing of them and that I should come into the hospital as soon as I felt like they were starting to get harder to breath and talk through. So I sat on the couch some more, ate a strawberry yogurt with granola, chugged water like a kid caught in the desert, turned on A Bug's Life (what's more comforting than a Pixar movie, am I right?) and finally decided to wake Trevor up around 5:30am.

I went into the bedroom and gently nudged him awake. He was groggy and confused and asked what was wrong, to which I whispered "I think we're going to have a baby today." Not in a million years did I think that it would play out as calmly and nonchalant like that but I'm so glad it did.

After that I decided I was going to take a shower and put on some makeup - something I strongly suggest if you have the time and/or are feeling okay enough to do so. Carrying out my little "getting ready" routine took my mind off of everything that was about to happen just enough to keep me calm. Plus not going into the labor and delivery unit looking like a washed up zombie who only got two hours of sleep and is about to push a watermelon out of her vag definitely makes you feel a little better about yourself. I must have put on six different outfits after getting out of the shower, though. The weatherman decided it was going to pour that day which put a kink in my plans and absolutely NOTHING felt comfortable on me.

I finally settled on the black and gray pajama-like cami dress from Target that I wore all.pregnancy.long and the gray cardigan that everyone and their mother's damn dentist ordered from the Nordstrom anniversary sale. The perfect outfit to keep any extra pressure off of the bottom portion of my body that was already feeling SO much of that already.

We hung out on the couch a little more, Trev loaded up on coffee and was happy to be up early enough to get to see a hot sauce eating contest on Mike and Mike on ESPN (don't ask), he packed up all of our stuff into the car in between asking me a billion times how I was doing as well as cleaning up anything left out of place (bless him for that and knowing how much I would've hated coming home to a mess) and by 7:30am I decided it was definitely time to go to the hospital.

We kissed Pudge goodbye at the door, piled into the car, and were finally on our way to meet our baby girl!