Just Pictures

Mr. Blue Eyes
Hanging out with Mom
A smile!

Odin loves to read!
Lookin' around
We love our Moby wrap!

Really, we're alive. I swear.

I've been trying to upload pictures for days now but silly blogger wasn't letting me post. So here's the little one learning how to read. Enjoy until I manage to get another picture (or two) or an actual post up. This parenthood gig is keeping me mighty mighty crazy insane busy. Of course, by busy I mean nursing, changing diapers, burping the kiddo, and bouncing him on the exercise ball. When I can remember, I eat some food myself and try to nap.

Meet my son

Odin Fuller was born on Friday, August 22nd at 9:10a.m. He was 7 pounds, 3.8 ounces and 19 inches long. Words can't describe how much we love this little guy! He came out with his hand raised next to his head (a child of two teachers, asking politely to be chosen) and his eyes WIDE open! The 9 hour drug-free all natural labor and delivery were everything we had hoped for and there was no way I could have done it without the Husband. He was the best labor coach-our midwife and nurse told him he could have a career as a midwife or a doula!

Rex and Guu are adjusting well to the new little guy and Rex can't wait till Odin's old enough to play with him in the backyard. We've already enjoyed many visitors the last couple of days, lots of sweet friends and family offering dinner and lots of baby holding time. Odin's looking forward to meeting his Grandma Gail and his Grandpa Ron this weekend! They will be traveling from California to meet their grandson for the first time.

He's a happy baby, eating well and sleeping so often we have to wake him up for meals! Of course, he cries too but usually it's just when he's telling us he needs a clean diaper. Smart kiddo. He's living up to his name-full of wisdom. You can tell from his soulful eyes.

They say it's a virtue

I'd heard these last few days/weeks are the hardest. They are. I'm trying to remember every single Braxton-Hicks contraction brings me that much closer to meeting our little one. I'm enjoying every single movement I feel, a kick, a heel-jab, a butt bump. I'm loving The Husband's conversations that he has constantly with my giant baby belly. I'm calling my mom every day to give her an update-or rather, a non-update. I've checked with my Human Resources department and I will go to the first meetings of the school year on Monday if I haven't had the baby. I'm torn-it will be nice to have something to do instead of thinking every five seconds-"When will this baby come?" but at the same time, I'll be meeting my new staff for the first time and there's not much more embarrassing than meeting new people for the first time and having your water break, you think? Had I mentioned I got a new job? Oops if I haven't. . .
This baby will come when he/she is good and ready. I have to keep remembering that. I'm just so damn excited to meet my child, it's hard to be patient.

"How are you feeling?"

People mean well, and I'm told I should soak up all the attention I can get while I'm still pregnant because after the baby arrives, the question immediately changes to, "How is the baby?"

So when people ask me how I'm feeling, most of the time I answer, "good" "great" or "hanging in there" but in my head I'm thinking, "Sleep deprived" "huge" or "extremely anxious about becoming someone's mother in the near future."

The other night I was getting ready for bed and I looked in the mirror at my big belly and it just hit me. I mean, I know I'm pregnant. That much is obvious. It hit me though: I'm growing a human being. Inside of me. That's INSANE and crazy and unbelievable to me. This is one crazy journey. The most exciting part is yet to come!

Alphabet

One more picture of the baby's room. This kid will be reading in no time.