Home and the hormones.

Home is wonderful.

The hormones raging through my body leaving me a weepy mess, is not wonderful. There really is no way to describe how sad and happy I am all at the same time.

Sad because my baby is not inside of me anymore. Sad because my stomach no longer holds a mystery. Sad because his birth was eight days and a lifetime ago. Sad because he is our last. Sad because Skip is back at work. Sad because our special time in the hospital is over. Sad because I have done more laundry than humanly possible for such a small person.

Happy because I get to see our miracle every minute. Happy because our family is complete. Happy because Z and Loulabelle are so OVER THE TOP excited. Happy because our baby sleeps, so far anyway. Happy because Skip is such a great daddy and watching him makes me smile. Happy because friends and family love us dearly and they come with food in hand. Happy because I have feet again, not clubs. Happy because life is as is should be.

These evil hormones have rendered me stupid, so I am just going to leave you with a few pictures of why I should be happy all the time.

I turn my back for one second...

Who needs mommy milk when you can have COLDSTONE?

Disclaimer: No actual ice cream was consumed by the baby, but the mommy pigged out!

Beautiful, beautiful boy.

We are doing GREAT!!! Thank you all for your sweet words. I have been having fun reading them this afternoon.

Yesterday. IT ROCKED!! Here are just a few of our pictures.

Little Wingman is Here!

It is with great joy and honor that I, Alana, on behalf of Janelle and Skip, (they're just a little bit busy right now) announce to you the birth of their new little Wingman! We are very excited here in B-town at this new arrival. Check out the details below...


Everything went great with the delivery! He has lots of dark hair! Also, Z-man and Loulabelle have already seen him and wanted to know if they could keep him!

Congratulations Skip, Janelle, Z-man, and Loulabelle! We love you!

One.

Random.

It is almost midnight and I don't want to sleep. We leave in just under 5 hours for the hospital, but I am not tired. Scratch that. I am exhausted, but don't want to miss a minute of this baby's gymnastics. His arms and legs are flying. I wonder if somehow he knows that he will soon have freedom.

Tonight as we put the kids to bed, we grabbed their baby books. (Whole book for Z and partial book for Loulabelle...I WILL WORK ON IT. I PROMISE.)

Together, snuggled in our bed, we looked at pictures of their births and early days. We laughed. I cried. We told stories. We bonded. Just the four of us over those pictures and memories.

Then we held our babies in our arms until they were asleep.

I don't want to miss a minute of this sweet night.

One point Five.

Duh!!

We pre-registered at the hospital this morning. Went through all the paper work and blood draws. Got all the information regarding anesthesia, patient's bill of rights, etc. Needless to say, we walked away very informed, minus a pint or five of blood.

I forgot the one thing most urgent on my mind, so I called back to the hospital. Even now I am hearing the dreaded..."Hold, please. That is not my department." Heard that about 4 times until I finally talked to a lovely and very helpful lady in bed control.

"Bed control, you need something?"

"Yes, I pre-registered this morning and forgot to put in our request for a private room."

"Well, ma'am. This isn't a hotel."

Really?

Now I know there is an ever so slight possibility that she read this post on Day 7, but did she think I was really serious about this being a luxury spa vacation?

I guess I won't be expecting turn-down service with little mints on my pillow. Darn it!

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HUGE SHOUT TO MY NIECE, CELESTE!!!!! I LOVE WHAT SHE DID FOR MY BLOG! I FEEL ALL WARM AND GOOEY ON THE INSIDE!

Two.

To borrow the words from my good friend, Pam, I am a "freaker-outer." An over-worrier (I come from a long line of worriers.) When my kids are at grandparent's houses, I call umpteen times JUST TO MAKE SURE. When they are at my friends', I think up reasons to call.

I worry. I know this about myself.

But for some reason, today I am calm. Really, really calm. Some twisted part of me fears that I am too calm. Shouldn't I be worried? Shouldn't I be a wreck? I mean, two days is not a long time. What am I forgetting that I need to worry about?

I hope it God's peace protecting me right now because I can't explain it.

Tomorrow may be a different story, but I am thankful for the quiet of today.