FYI

Just to let you know...

SAM'S ON HIS WAY!

More to come...

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Fell In Love With A Boy

It was a February night in Norman, Oklahoma.I was pulling into the apartment complex where my new friend, Chase, was having his viral video themed birthday party. A tall figure in a blue dress and bright red wig jumped in front of my car.
I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting him.The tall figure disappeared and reappeared as I made my way up the stairs into the apartment. He didn't say a word, he just lifted up his blue dress where the word "firecrotch" was written across his flesh colored tights. "This is my brother, Adam", said Chase, "he's supposed to be Lindsay Lohan".
I laughed. Loudly. Perhaps more than I should have.

Inside the apartment, I tried to strike up a friendly conversation with this strange boy in the red wig. "So.....,' I started looking for something to say, 'Chase tells me you live by Mellow Mushrroom in Fort Worth. I love that place." He just shrugged and replied "yeah." Then he looked away as if he were searching for something better to be doing. I was perturbed by this guy who was apparently too cool for school. "And.... that's apparently the only conversation we're going to have tonight. Nice to meet you," I said through a sarcastic smile, as I spun around to find someone who would seem like they enjoyed talking to me.

Ten minutes later.

Standing in the kitchen, I watched as he dipped a chick-fil-a nugget into cheese fondue. "That's really gross", I said to him, with a disgusted look on my face. "It is gross, isn't it?" he replied. Then he smiled, and even though I didn't want to, I found myself smiling back.

We were (un)intentionally inseparable the rest of the evening. Always going outside to smoke at the same time. Dancing next to each other during each Queen song. Trying to take pictures of each other when we thought the other one wasn't looking.Taking several jell-o shots together. We both hated the orange and deemd that it tasted like "orange dentist".

After that night, we never went a day without communicating. Just through letters at first. Hundreds and hundreds of letters. By May, we had shared our first kiss. By October we were engaged and both swore to tell no one. By January we found out we had created life. Now, exactly a year and half later, we're back where we started. Our child will come into this world just down the road from where we first met.

When Sam asks me if I believe in love at first sight, I will answer by saying "Absolutely. I fell in love with your father the moment I met him." When Sam asks me how I knew he was the one, I'll simply respond "He had me at Firecrotch."

Due

Rachel here. Adam is probably not going to be making an appearance in the blogging world for awhile, seeing as how he now works eight days a week. So, for now you all are stuck with me, the cranky pregnant girl. Updates:

1.) I had my baby shower last Saturday. It was super fun, super cute,and super exhausting. I'm not going to post any pictures from the shower on here because I have turned into Mama Cass and will not be posing for anymore photos unless they are from the shoulders up.

2.) I now see the doctor on a weekly basis. Every Friday, it's Dr. B and me. The last visit revealed that I had gained three pounds in one week and my uterus had grown 2.5 cm. This means, that I have managed to gain 40 pounds in 8 and a half months. I better be having a 38 pound baby.

3.) I am now considred "full term" and will be having an examination on Friday to see if I'm at all dilated and if there is any progress. In the meantime I've been googling ways to naturally induce labor. They include:

*Nipple Stimulation- I figured this would be perfect because I just bought my breastpump and wanted to take it for a test run. So, last night, I set the pump up and let it do its thing. All was going well until milk actually started coming out of me. It freaked me out too much, and I put the pump away.

*Walking- This is a great suggestion for someone who doesn't live in a state where it's 104 degrees outside. I can barely walk to my car without sweat pouring down my back, let alone around the block. So, I decided I would start walking around the mall. It's air conditioned and there's always a bathroom near by. The problem with mall walking is everytime I go I end up buying things. Once I ran out of baby things to buy, I started shopping for Adam, and doing THIS:


Ring, ring, ring...

Adam (at work):Earlywine Cellar and Spirits, how can I help you?

Me: Hey hon, what size pants do you wear again?

Adam: Huh? Why?

Me: I'm buying you some pants at Gap.

Adam: Do I need new pants?

Me: Sure. Now what size?

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Adam (recognizing me on caller id): Yeeeess??

Me: How do you feel about v-neck t-shirts?

Adam: I don't know. I've never tried them.

Me: Well, I'm at Express and they have some really cool looking ones. I'll buy one for you.

Adam: Don't buy it now, I have gift card that we can use.

THREE MINUTES LATER

Adam: Hello again.

Me: Hey, sorry, one last thing...do you want a vest to wear with that v-neck shirt? I found a really cool one back at Gap.

Adam: Go home. Now. Put everything down. I'll come back with you tomorrow. Do not buy anything else.


SO, I've pretty much been banned from the mall, which means no more walking. Which has led me to the next thing on the list...

*Jumping up and down- Hahaha, right. That lasted about four seconds.

And Finally...

*Pleading with the baby- I didn't see it on any list, but I've figured it can't hurt. I talk to Sam everyday and remind him which direction he needs to be going in. I tell him that Mommy is in a lot of pain, and surely he doesn't want to hurt Mommy. I tell him if he ever wants siblings he needs to come out NOW because I'm very close to making this my first and only pregnancy. Then I make Adam talk to him. He always responds more to Adam's voice than he does to mine. I have a feeling that right there is setting the tone for the rest our lives as parents.


I'm working very hard on being patient. I know this may come as a shock to those of you who know me, but I am NOT a patient person. I feel like I'm staring at a present that I can't open. I can't wait to meet my little boy. I'm looking forward to his birth more than anything in this world. I can't even look at other babies now without tearing up. I feel like I'm SO close to holding him in my arms yet still so freaking far away.

Only time will tell. I know for sure he'll be here by the first of September, which isn't too terribly far away....so until then, I think I remember seeing a bottle of Castor oil in one of the cabinets somewhere...........