Count down to the big day!

I have come to the realization that I am a horrible blog mommy. I neglect the creature that is supposed to link you all to our lives so you never miss out on a single morsel of crazy that ensues in this blessed life of ours. Yet here I am brushing off the cyber cobwebs to express some feelings and experiences I have had over the last couple of weeks. 

We have been quite busy over the last 9+ months, by cooking up a new addition to our "B" family. Our second little girl.

What an experience we have had with this little miss already. From early on in our pregnancy we had a very strong willed daughter. We found out on our 18 week ultra sound that she was diagnosed with a relatively common condition called a two vessel cord. For those of you who are like me and had no clue what that was, meant that instead of having two artery's and one vein in her umbilical cord she had only developed one artery and one vein. Ultimately what this boiled down too was a giant pile full of ultra sound pictures from monthly ultrasounds and weekly non-stress tests.

Oh what fun those non-stress tests were. They put me on a cushy couch and hooked little miss up to monitors to gauge her heart rhythms for proper oxygen and blood flow. She seemed to love giving us a hard time about these tests, always fighting against the monitors and nearly every time being stubborn enough to have the threat of being sent into the hospital for extra monitoring.

Maybe that is the sign to come that it will take an ultimatum to get her to finally cooperate, because literally every time we were given the ultimatum, within minutes this little stinker would give them the exact information they were wanting.

But the most interesting thing about this experience with our little Triple B, was that because of her condition, we had decided that we would be doing a C-Section as her form of delivery.

This was originally against what I was hoping to achieve with this third pregnancy. I had come into this third one super exited that our Dr., and our Hospital were encouraging more of a natural type of child birth experience. Allowing for the possibility's of v-backs after multiple repeat c-sections.

So I hiked up my big girl pants and started prepping myself for my third C-Section. I am a big girl, I can handle the pain, and the months long recovery it takes sometimes to feel like your innards aren't going to fall out.

We will fast forward to the week of the big day. I had been so consumed in the last two months of my pregnancy to make sure that "I was going to be as comfortable as possible", so I made plans. I planned to get pictures done with my baby belly, get a pedicure, nails done, hair done. Or in other words, drive my husband crazy with my "I wants".

And that is exactly what I did. My mother, sister, and best friend (who also is adoringly pregnant) all went and spoiled ourselves with pedicures and a night full of girl comradery. Something I highly recommend all mommy's to be go and do!

I have to say even though I was close to kicking my pedicurist if she demanded that I hold my own leg up during the pedicure one more time, I have been impressed that my pretty pink polish is still going strong.

I will say though that I thoroughly enjoyed the whole mad dash to the finish line, specifically the 20 minute picture rush my wonderful sister and I took upon ourselves to do 30 minutes before I had to leave for the hospital.

I was going to add in Triple B's birth story here but I wanted to take the time to fully express what an incredible experience it was. So look forward to the next post coming soon.