Week 1: Mastering the Fundamentals

There he is, baby Desmond, sleeping like an angel.  He doesn't do too badly, considering he's barely a week old, and Ma and Pa are not yet stumbling around like sleep-depraved zombies.

Wouldn't you know it, the one time my hair does *exactly* what I want it to do, effortlessly, is the time I don't leave the house. 

Desmond is working hard at being adorable, focusing his eyes, holding on to his pacifier with one had while its in his mouth and Smelly Big Poos.  We are proud parents indeed!

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome...

Desmond Justice Layne. Born June 17th at 4:41 pm, weighing a total of 9 pounds, 4.8 ounces. 

Toward the last days of the pregnancy I joked that I didn't care if the baby came out of my nose as long as we both lived to tell the tale; after almost 24 hours of labor I truly didn't care.

Everyone is happy and healthy and safe at home. More details will come as we get settled in and I'll be adding pictures too. My boys and I have had a long few days so we will be resting up for now, returning all your wonderful calls and messages soon. Thank you for all the love and support!

Week 40: The bun is STILL in the oven.

Blobby Layne is now officially, by the standards of my midwives, three days late.  I am an an extremely  punctual person, as is Rob, and there have already been conversations about the consequences of lateness and what sort of disciplinary action we will take once the child decides to (finally) show up.  We believe strongly in nipping this sort of rebellious behavior in the bud and will not tolerate dawdling, lollygagging or tomfoolery of this sort.

Otherwise, I feel good, though it is getting hotter outside. I am fortunate that I really just move from air-conditioned house, to climate controlled office and blast the A/C in the car in between. Its just like being retired in a place like Boca Raton or Palm Springs, complete with having trouble getting off the sofa, complaining about my sciatica and being hungry for dinner at 4:30 in the evening. 

Well, maybe next week there will be a photograph of someone other than me.  The family pool so far:

June 16th, 5pm, 9lbs, and 22" long 

June 15th, 10:45 am, 8lbs 9 oz., 22 inches long

June 19th. 6pm. 8 lbs, 3 oz. 21 inches.

June 12th, 8:30am, 7lbs. 12oz. 21inches long

Place your bets!

Week 39:

One week from the due date!

Friday morning I went in for a weekly check in with my team of midwives. While in the midst of the, um, inspection under the hood, shall we say, my practitioner told me that I am a celebrity of sorts around her office. 

Oh? I asked, which is really all I could manage considering the situation. Seems my story-time-lady days are still talked about and it turns out that Midwife Melodie is also a big fan of the pillows I make! So there we were, talking about needle crafts and in the next breath she told me that I am not at all dilated or showing signs of pending labor.  

Once I was back on my feet I let her know that I'll be part of a group show in Harrisonburg during the month of July, and won't she come out? Snapping off her gloves she said she would see me there, if not at the hospital first. 

I really, really don't want to still be pregnant in July.