Fun

Well, the boys felt a little left out....so we snapped some pics of them too. 

Westley has certainly had me on a dead run. He and Miles both have done great with Belle, but whatever aggression Wes has, he takes out on me. I almost don't even recognize him. He is sooo defiant I can't take it by the end of the day. Out pediatrician said it definately could be a phase. So I'm crossing my fingers, I don't know how much more of this phase I can take. 

When we had Miles I don't feel like we skipped a beat. Things came pretty easy and we got into a routine, but baby number three has knocked me off my feet. I feel like I eat, sleep, breathe and poop kids. Literally. I can't even go to the bathroom without someone crying or trying to see what I'm doing. I'm sure we'll get a groove, but for now....AHHHHHHHHH!

Photo shoot

Belle is 3 weeks old today, and I've been tryin to get some pics taken. Every time I try to do it the sun isn't out, or I'm to tired or something. I'm still not satisfied, but for now, here's what I've got. When I was taking the ones of Belle with her on my white robe, I knew we were asking for trouble, and we got it. My new white robe.....poop and pee. Brad was so mad. Fortunately it came out. Other than that She did such a good job. 

She's here!

Actually, she was here a week ago, but things have been a little crazy. Last Sunday night Brad took me to the hospital at 1:00 am, then she came at 5:54 am. She weighed 7 lbs 13 oz (my biggest) and was 21 1/2 in long. The boys have been so great with her. Miles just loves on her and to my surprise is amazingly soft and gentle. Wes is great also, he likes to narrate her every move.

waiting

Well, last week I went in and was 75% and a 2. (effaced and dilated for those who don't know the pregnant lingo) I am sooo ready. I finally got out the bassinet and got the baby's hospital bag ready. Although, now that I think about it, I should probably pack a little boys outfit too....you know, just in case. naaah. It's a girl. right? Anyways. The plan is (as if you can plan these things) that on Thursday night or Friday morning I'll go walking. One of life's cruelties is that Dads don't get time off when babies are born, so were trying to get her out on the weekend. I go in again to be checked on thursday.