Saturday, July 3, 2010

Bubba’s Got a Name

And it’s not Bubba.  Or Moose (but thanks for the suggestion, Mom).

Oh, and my apologies to friends who know not of what I speak.  After we were done w/family calls yesterday, we were pretty much ready to settle down and enjoy our new. . .


Tub of lard.

All ten pounds, two ounces of him.

Born 7/2/2010, 2:40 p.m. (Yes, we made it home. . . only with the help of friends!)

22 1/4 inches long.

Delivered by Mommy.

Caught by Daddy.  (Sticky shoulders and all.  Midwife arrived 5 min. later.)

And the name is:

Ian Casey

Ian: God is gracious.

Casey: Brave.


More details to follow.

I’ll leave you with a few quotes from his three big sisters:

Ruby, yesterday evening: “May I please hold that little man again?”

Claire, on the phone with Lita (supposed to be telling about her little bro): “Guess what Lita?  We are eating ice cream!  Oh, and guess what we got today?  Fireworks!”  (No mention of the baby till Sandy asked if she had a brother.)

Haley, clearly as out-of-her element with babies of the male persuasion as the rest of our family (pointing to Ian’s diaper): “She’s panties!”

Friday, July 2, 2010

Is Your Wife Due

. . . This afternoon?



One day shy of 38 weeks, I laughed when Case told me a stranger had asked him this question as we’d entered a restaurant and I left him to order while I took the girls to the bathroom. While in that bathroom, I had caught a sideways glance of myself and shook my head at how ridiculous my belly looked.

Even with my “new” maternity tops (the ones bought because my other ones were showing belly) I am once again showing belly. No matter the tugging and adjusting, I’m simply too big for these tops as well. It works out well that I only have a little time left, and frankly, I’m not caring as much anymore.

You may notice I’m using Casey’s camera for these pics. I dropped and broke mine last week as I got a cute video of Haley playing “drive-through” with her high chair. Looks like we’ll be using this camera for our birth and newborn pictures. . . I hope I can finally get the hang of this camera and not take only blurry pictures of our new baby.

Time is ticking away. Some friends of mine took the girls yesterday for a few hours while I stayed home and did some much-needed paper sorting and organization. We also had a false alarm early in the morning that I might be going into labor. One of many, I’m guessing. Today’s not much different, except that I sent Case to work at the usual time. Figure I’ll go on with our plans to attend a friend’s luncheon and meet him at home if things really start to pick up. I’ll be posting more about the prodromal part of the last few weeks on my other blog, if you’re interested in the details. Anyway, I’m not holding my breath that today’s the day. Or tomorrow or the next, for that matter. Managing expectations is key for me in many areas of my life, and labor is no exception. At any rate, we’ll be meeting our little guy soon enough!