Well, hello there! Okay, I can’t really call my leave of absence a “hiatus” since I technically disappeared off of the face of the earth; however, I must say that I missed the blogging world and I am hopefully back for good. If you look at my page, it looks like I was 4 months pregnant and life as we know it ended after that (not really, but you get the picture). It is actually the TOTAL opposite. To sum it all up without boring you to tears, basically, my fiance’ and I got married with a small group of family and friends when I was 5 months pregnant. After that, we vigorously house hunted for what seemed to be an eternity of getting our hopes and dreams up – kind of worse than buying a car. I never really believed in the saying “good things come to those who wait,” but hey, we ended up getting a not so dreamy house in a beautiful gated neighborhood and were blessed enough to be able to redo the entire house. Mind you, the ENTIRE renovation happened in a 30 day period. As you can see, I am still pretty shocked about this myself – I have to give props to my manly man husband for taking the initiative while my fat pregnant self stuffed my face with a gallon of ice cream a night on the couch in our old townhouse while he rented machines to knock down walls, rip of carpet, demo the entire kitchen, etc. I seriously thought we would have the baby without a house or at least without a working house…but oh my gosh was I wrong! My hub had made a reno list (picture below) and he stuck to his guns and made the magic happen. The only thing not functioning when we moved in was the dishwasher but really, who can complain when the entire rest of the house was completely renovated and gorgeous? I was the commander in my old house – I kind of felt like Ms. Trunchbull from Matilda calling the orders from my home away from home while my husband slaved away. I guess that is a perk of being pregnant 🙂
In the midst of getting married, renovating and being pregnant, I was still working full time until I was 39 weeks pregnant. I was lucky enough to be able to work from home which helped a lot at the very end. I told myself on Thursday, July 10th, that that Friday, July 11th would be my last official day working. I wanted to have the weekend off and the next four days before my due date on July 15th to just relax before our son came. Well..he had other plans. Sure enough, that Thursday 9am, my water broke and we were rushing like maniacs down to the hospital (which mind you…was still near our old house 40 minutes south—during RUSH HOUR). I thought my husband was going to drive on the side of the highway…you know, in the lane that’s not really the lane…Anyhow, we made it there – I was started on petocin and told I wouldn’t have the baby until the next day because I was only 1cm dialted at 12pm. I got my epidural at 2:30pm and the nurse had never checked me since I got there – she said it can cause infection after your water breaks. Two minutes after my epidural I felt like I needed to push and the nurse said I was 10 cm dialted. Another long story short, my epidural never worked because I had to push two minutes later since I was 10cm (probably the entire time). It was a horrible experience to say the VERY least; however, our little Luca Alexander was born 7lbs, 19.25 inches on July 10th and he was sooooo freakin adorable. I couldn’t stop staring at him. How did we make this little create with these huge blue/gray eyes, cutest little nose and adorable little face?
This is already getting long and I promised it wouldn’t so I will just say motherhood is the best thing EVER. If you have a shitty day, you just take one look at your child and it makes it all go away. Their laugher is infectious; their smiles are contagious. It’s all so fun. That being said, I am SO not ready for another any time in the near or far future, but for now, we will enjoy our little Luca Bean and live happily ever after 🙂