Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Welcome Gavin Thomas Godfrey
Just a few pics of our eventful day on Monday to welcome little Gavin to the world. Everyone is doing well.
Born 10:51AM
6lbs .8 ounces
17.5 inches
We hope to go home tomorrow. More to come...
P.S. Gotta check out the "country western singer" nurse.
Monday, June 9, 2008
If You Can't Take the Heat...
Don't fly to Houston! I just returned from officially my last business trip before maternity leave to Houston for the annual wind energy conference.
I had scoped out Accuweather before leaving - it was going to be in the 90s the whole time that I was there! "Great," I thought. I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant, already swelling up like a balloon in the afternoon and here I am trying to tromp around Houston in 90-degree heat. The last thing I wanted to do was go buy clothes for my last 4 weeks. So, I sucked it up and took out the three maternity dresses that I own (some long-sleeve) and my one pair of capris for my five day trip.
Little did I prepare myself for the actual flight itself. Yeah, sure, I thought about the long walk down the terminal, security check, blah, blah, blah, but I didn't think about exactly how I'd feel on the plane, or gee, lifting my carry-on into the luggage compartment above, or dragging my luggage down to the rental car place. "Superwoman" just didn't give that any thought.
So, you can imagine my surprise as Baby Gavin spazzed out on take-off, like hello "what in the HELL is going on, Mom". Imagine waking up from a dream where you think you are falling and that's kinda what it felt like he had done in my belly. So, I rubbed my belly as we reached our cruising altitude and he calmed down. But, as my flight progressed, I realized that my legs started to feel more and more liked cased sausages that wanted to explode (not to mention my uncontrollable, well-timed bladder that just has to visit the ladies room every 1 1/2 hours on cue). My feet were so fat, I was praising the Lord that I had worn flip flops. I felt bad for my rowmates, which were a dad and his little 2-year old. There is no shimmying past them with my belly. So, I had to cling for dear life to the seat in front of me as I slithered past the 2-year old that was sleeping. The dad says to me, "Just let me know when you need to get up." Yes, I know I'm annoying, I'm sorry. I think I only made him move 2 or 3 times during our 2 1/2 hour flight.
The rest of the trip was not as eventful, at least not until the return flight with the exception of every time I tried to step out outside it's like someone turned on the Braxton-Hicks contractions and he wanted to stretch out, standing on top of my bladder. One block and I was starting to bend over and hold my belly like the quintessential pregnant lady that we always laugh about. Except, it wasn't so funny. So, I was pretty much confined to my room with lots of air conditioning.
Return flight: A little bit of the same, but worse. Gavin didn't spazz out as much, but my right side was incredibly sore. We sat on the tarmac for about 45 minutes before actually departing and although I had at least emptied my bladder before we left, I was still completely miserable. I had made the mistake of wearing my capris on home. The one with the belly band that seems to be cinching me slowly in half right at my hip bones. Yeah, that one. My little fat sausage legs had returned within the hour. Only this time I had made the fantastic decision to wear my dress flats home. Yeah, bad idea. So, I sat through my uncomfortably, unbearable flight, wedged in my seat, trying to hold my bladder as I watched my rowmate cuddle up on the other two seats, like it was a friggin holiday, and snooze the whole way. And, what does a pregnant lady eat for dinner - pretzels. Well, at least the flight attendant was nice enough to ration three bags to me. Yeah, that held me off until my McDonald's visit at 1am in Crofton on the way home. On top of all this, I had checked my bag this time. Mainly b/c I had bought about 10 air freshners from Bath & Body Works (they were having a SALE, man!) and I didn't want to be pulled aside by security, pregnant ass and all, to explain why I had 10 air freshners in my bag.
My journey home finally began somewhere around 12:30am (I was supposed to be in by 11:30pm) and by this time I wanted to gnaw my hand off since lunch was around 1pm. I stopped at Mickey D's for their 24 hour drive-thru service, jonesing for a McChicken. Slowpoke finally decides to take my order and I gladly order my McChicken. "Yeah, we are only serving on the late night menu." Wrong answer, buddy. "What does that mean?" "You can pick from #'s 2-10." "So, you don't have any McChickens?" So, what does my fat bloated ass decide to eat at 1am - a 10-piece McNugget meal and some COLD fries. Yumm-o! And, don't think I didn't eat them all either.
And, after all that, what do I bring back from Houston. The damn heat!
I had scoped out Accuweather before leaving - it was going to be in the 90s the whole time that I was there! "Great," I thought. I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant, already swelling up like a balloon in the afternoon and here I am trying to tromp around Houston in 90-degree heat. The last thing I wanted to do was go buy clothes for my last 4 weeks. So, I sucked it up and took out the three maternity dresses that I own (some long-sleeve) and my one pair of capris for my five day trip.
Little did I prepare myself for the actual flight itself. Yeah, sure, I thought about the long walk down the terminal, security check, blah, blah, blah, but I didn't think about exactly how I'd feel on the plane, or gee, lifting my carry-on into the luggage compartment above, or dragging my luggage down to the rental car place. "Superwoman" just didn't give that any thought.
So, you can imagine my surprise as Baby Gavin spazzed out on take-off, like hello "what in the HELL is going on, Mom". Imagine waking up from a dream where you think you are falling and that's kinda what it felt like he had done in my belly. So, I rubbed my belly as we reached our cruising altitude and he calmed down. But, as my flight progressed, I realized that my legs started to feel more and more liked cased sausages that wanted to explode (not to mention my uncontrollable, well-timed bladder that just has to visit the ladies room every 1 1/2 hours on cue). My feet were so fat, I was praising the Lord that I had worn flip flops. I felt bad for my rowmates, which were a dad and his little 2-year old. There is no shimmying past them with my belly. So, I had to cling for dear life to the seat in front of me as I slithered past the 2-year old that was sleeping. The dad says to me, "Just let me know when you need to get up." Yes, I know I'm annoying, I'm sorry. I think I only made him move 2 or 3 times during our 2 1/2 hour flight.
The rest of the trip was not as eventful, at least not until the return flight with the exception of every time I tried to step out outside it's like someone turned on the Braxton-Hicks contractions and he wanted to stretch out, standing on top of my bladder. One block and I was starting to bend over and hold my belly like the quintessential pregnant lady that we always laugh about. Except, it wasn't so funny. So, I was pretty much confined to my room with lots of air conditioning.
Return flight: A little bit of the same, but worse. Gavin didn't spazz out as much, but my right side was incredibly sore. We sat on the tarmac for about 45 minutes before actually departing and although I had at least emptied my bladder before we left, I was still completely miserable. I had made the mistake of wearing my capris on home. The one with the belly band that seems to be cinching me slowly in half right at my hip bones. Yeah, that one. My little fat sausage legs had returned within the hour. Only this time I had made the fantastic decision to wear my dress flats home. Yeah, bad idea. So, I sat through my uncomfortably, unbearable flight, wedged in my seat, trying to hold my bladder as I watched my rowmate cuddle up on the other two seats, like it was a friggin holiday, and snooze the whole way. And, what does a pregnant lady eat for dinner - pretzels. Well, at least the flight attendant was nice enough to ration three bags to me. Yeah, that held me off until my McDonald's visit at 1am in Crofton on the way home. On top of all this, I had checked my bag this time. Mainly b/c I had bought about 10 air freshners from Bath & Body Works (they were having a SALE, man!) and I didn't want to be pulled aside by security, pregnant ass and all, to explain why I had 10 air freshners in my bag.
My journey home finally began somewhere around 12:30am (I was supposed to be in by 11:30pm) and by this time I wanted to gnaw my hand off since lunch was around 1pm. I stopped at Mickey D's for their 24 hour drive-thru service, jonesing for a McChicken. Slowpoke finally decides to take my order and I gladly order my McChicken. "Yeah, we are only serving on the late night menu." Wrong answer, buddy. "What does that mean?" "You can pick from #'s 2-10." "So, you don't have any McChickens?" So, what does my fat bloated ass decide to eat at 1am - a 10-piece McNugget meal and some COLD fries. Yumm-o! And, don't think I didn't eat them all either.
And, after all that, what do I bring back from Houston. The damn heat!
Monday, May 26, 2008
How Do Plants Grow?
It was a beautiful Saturday morning this Memorial Day weekend. So, I decided to take Baeleigh outside to bounce around on her hop ball. She hopped up and down the front yard but soon tired of it and started picking the random violets that seem to be growing all over what is left of our front landscaping. She picked one up and showed it to me and says, "Mommy, flowers grow with photosynthesis." Yes, just as matter of fact as that. My mouth dropped open. "What did you say?" "Where did you learn that?" "School," she says. Wow. I was so proud, shocked but proud.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Day at the Zoo...and Seeing Baby Gavin too
Baeleigh had a great day at the zoo yesterday. We hit a little bit of traffic getting there, so it was sort of a rushed visit, especially since we needed to leave early to go to my sonogram, but still a fun day. Bae was rushing around from exhibit to exhibit, dragging Daddy off in every direction she could. It was great to have him there because it turned out to be a bit much for me in terms of walking. They were always ahead of me, and Tommy was able to pick her up to see over the groups which was really nice. We got to see lots of animals - the pandas, elephants, toucans, gorillas, lions, tigers, hippos. We couldn't pull Baeleigh away from the elephants. She kept racing up and down the elephant house to see this one poor elephant, who seemed like he wanted to just dodge us all. But the highlight of the day was when we were watching the gorillas outside. There was one male silverback gorilla that obviously was boss. He turned away from us and slowly walked up to one of the other gorillas, then just suddenly rushed him, beating his chest and hooting at him. It made the whole crowd gasp. My hair stood up on the back of my neck and arms. It was chilling but awesome to see. It only lasted about 5 seconds and then it was over, but you could see just how powerful he was. The beating of his chest sounded like drums that echoed throughout the exhibit.
We made our way to lunch and let Baeleigh chow down with her friends. You can see a picture of her little pack of friends sitting on the wall in the slideshow. Then, we made a mad dash for the car to make it to our 2pm sonogram. This was Bae's first glimpse at her new little brother. He's doing very well, weighing 3lbs and 9 oz. Hair on his head, looking like his daddy already. One pic reminds me of Baeleigh sleeping on the couch when she was really tiny. So, I have a feeling they will have very similar features. Here's a pic of him above but you can also see new pics in the "pregnancy pics" link. Baeleigh just sat there quiet staring at the screen, but she was able to distinguish his eyes and nose in this photo. Only six more weeks to go....scheduled for July 7.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Lions, Tigers, and Babies..Oh MY!
We're off to the zoo tomorrow. Going on a field trip - Tommy and I as chaperones. Though, luckily I think, only chaperoning our own daughter. Should be very fun! Baeleigh changes her mind on a daily basis as to what animal she wants to see - panda, monkeys, elephant, to name a few.
But later that afternoon we also get to see another sneak preview of our second little addition. It's a growth check, just to make sure everything's normal. This will be Baeleigh's first time seeing her little brother as well. So, I'm excited to see her reaction.
Meanwhile, I count my days down to maternity leave. I'm hoping to be scheduled for July 7. The c-section just seems like the better option than dealing with any potential additional risk incurred from trying to have a VBAC (natural after c-section). I can't wait to see him and hold him!
P.S. A couple more pix on "pregnancy pics". I'm hoping to get a few more sono pix up, especially those from tomorrow. Stay tuned!
But later that afternoon we also get to see another sneak preview of our second little addition. It's a growth check, just to make sure everything's normal. This will be Baeleigh's first time seeing her little brother as well. So, I'm excited to see her reaction.
Meanwhile, I count my days down to maternity leave. I'm hoping to be scheduled for July 7. The c-section just seems like the better option than dealing with any potential additional risk incurred from trying to have a VBAC (natural after c-section). I can't wait to see him and hold him!
P.S. A couple more pix on "pregnancy pics". I'm hoping to get a few more sono pix up, especially those from tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Little Tickles
Yes, I need to post more preggers pics and will soon. But I was just thinking the other day as Baby Godfrey once again tickles me from the inside that I don't recall Baeleigh ever doing that. Baby is so much more active than Baeleigh was in utero. I guess that was from her being pinned down with the umbilical cord three times against my rib cage. But this one, oh no, he's doing full somersaults in there.
The new thing is little tickles though - I don't know if it's Baby's toes, fingers, or what but it's definitely some small part of his body that likes to tickle my sides. Like a little flutter against my side...from the inside. Coochie-coo, mommy.
Then, there is the no so ticklish jamming of the toes or arm into my hip, rib or my personal favorite a utter disregard for my weak little bladder and he just flat out "sits" down on it. It's almost a daily occurrence that I have just barely made it to the bathroom from the immense pressure.
Yesterday, something was pushed so hard against the wall of my belly - I'm guessing a shoulder or a head - that it had formed this weird cone off to the left of my belly button. I thought I was going to have a reinactment of the scene from the movie "Total Recall". :)
I guess the next phase will be the stretching out of the entire body. Baeleigh was good at that. I had to kinda lean backwards to breathe and get her to resituate herself. Though, I have noticed that it's becoming harder to get a deep breath lately.
Oh the fun of the third trimester! ;)
The new thing is little tickles though - I don't know if it's Baby's toes, fingers, or what but it's definitely some small part of his body that likes to tickle my sides. Like a little flutter against my side...from the inside. Coochie-coo, mommy.
Then, there is the no so ticklish jamming of the toes or arm into my hip, rib or my personal favorite a utter disregard for my weak little bladder and he just flat out "sits" down on it. It's almost a daily occurrence that I have just barely made it to the bathroom from the immense pressure.
Yesterday, something was pushed so hard against the wall of my belly - I'm guessing a shoulder or a head - that it had formed this weird cone off to the left of my belly button. I thought I was going to have a reinactment of the scene from the movie "Total Recall". :)
I guess the next phase will be the stretching out of the entire body. Baeleigh was good at that. I had to kinda lean backwards to breathe and get her to resituate herself. Though, I have noticed that it's becoming harder to get a deep breath lately.
Oh the fun of the third trimester! ;)
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Pizza Man, Newspaper Delivery Boy, Milk man
Just about every morning (early morning) we are awoken to Baeleigh lightly knocking on our bedroom door (we have a safety knob on the outside to keep certain someone's out). She then proceeds to go through just about any excuse she can think of to get us to get up and open the door to let her in. This morning it was, "mommy, Mooooommmy, ....you didn't turn my fan on last night." It can range from "I'm hungry" to "my arms are cold". She cycles through a new excuse when the first didn't work until either we give and open the door, or tell her to go back to bed.
Anyway, it reminds me of the Saturday Night Live skit with Chevy Chase as the shark that tries to get people to open their front door with lies about who he really is so that he can eat them - "Postman", "Newspaper delivery boy", "Pizza". I can't help but at least snicker just about every time I start to hear the tapping on the door.
Anyway, it reminds me of the Saturday Night Live skit with Chevy Chase as the shark that tries to get people to open their front door with lies about who he really is so that he can eat them - "Postman", "Newspaper delivery boy", "Pizza". I can't help but at least snicker just about every time I start to hear the tapping on the door.
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