I have another baby

Wow. We did it. He's here. For some strange reason the arrival of my second son reminded me of a French poster I saw some time ago. The translation of the poster was: "From the vine to your table" and it was speaking about wine if I remember correctly. My twist on this: "From my tummy to my arms." Don't worry, not planning on any funny stuff around here.

My birth story...or a reasonable facsimile:

I should really start this on Thursday. That was my last scheduled day to work. I didn't have my car after the brake fiasco on Wednesday. I got a ride to work with my friend Jeff and a ride home with one of the supervisors in my department. Jeff and another guy in my department were riding home together and live in the same city as the guy who was repairing my brakes. He told me that if I needed a ride to get my car to let them know, that they would be leaving at 4:30. I rode with them to pick up my car. While I was gone, my sister came to pick up Enzo for the weekend. After I got home, Julian came out and helped me put the infant seat back in the car. I came in, did a bit of cleaning, a lot of lounging, and headed to bed. Before I went to bed, I set the alarm for 5:45 so I could get up and have a quick breakfast since it would be the last thing I could eat before my surgery. Julian told me not to wake him up at 6 but to wait until at least 8.

I didn't sleep very well Thursday night. I was nervous/excited/missing Enzo. I was already awake when the alarm sounded. I got up and headed to the bathroom. In the process of getting up I realised that my bed was wet and that I was wet.

Audioblog

Assorted crap

I really want to go do this...

but unfortunately we can't afford to. Not in our current financial state.

The 4D Ultrasound thing looks so cool. One of the ladies I work with had a baby in January and she did this last year and it was so neat to see the images.

Here's the website for Babyviews, if you want to take a look.

I think I'm just itching to know the gender of this kiddo, since at my "official" ultrasound at my doctor visit, he/she was being a little shy.

How in the world did I volunteer for something I didn't know about?

First, a bit of background: I check my work email from home when I'm off. Just in case something comes up that I need to know about before I get back to the office.

The details: My shift ends at 3:30 pm. At that time, I leave work and either go home for a bit and then pick up the kid or head straight to daycare. Either way, I was not aware of the following series of events until the next day when I checked my email. An email was sent Tuesday afternoon at 3:49 pm that 8 volunteers were needed to work on the 4th of July. 4 to work 8-5 and 4 to work 10-7. At 3:52 I got an email that said all the 8-5 shifts were filled, but there was no one signed up yet for 10-7. At 3:55 I got an email from my direct supervisor that he tried to sign me up for 8-5 but they were already filled so I'm down for 10-7. At 3:58, I received an email from the other supervisor who sent the initial email stating that all the shifts were filled. And then finally at 4:17 our manager sends an email thanking the volunteers and saying how great we are. And I had no idea that all this went on until about 11:00 am on Wednesday.

I sent an email at that point to my supervisor who apparently volunteered me to work and I got an out-of-office reply that he's out on vacation until Monday. Great. And I'm afraid to say anything to the other supervisors because I don't want to get my supervisor in trouble for volunteering me without my knowledge or consent. But I really don't want to work that day, much less have to work until 7 pm and then be back at work the next morning at 6:55 am. But if I get a reduced shift based on doctor's orders, then this may all be moot.

How cool is this?

I am a laundry-phobe. I didn't learn how to deal with laundry until I was almost a senior in high school and had to learn because I spent 6 weeks of my summer away from home in a dorm for Arkansas Governor' s School. I have spent much of my time since then wishing that I had never had to learn.

If I could afford it, I would either send all my laundry to the cleaners (and I mean ALL of it, underwear, sheets, you name it) or hire a maid to come in and deal with it all. But since I'm not rolling in the dough at the moment, this is a helpful little page to guide you through the art of folding fitted sheets. It's from Target Australia.

Behold the wonder!

Side note: I really need to get a life. How am I excited about a step-by-step guide to folding sheets?