Enjoy your time now...

If you are expecting - expect to hear this line a lot: "Enjoy your time now because pretty soon everything will change! Honestly, just enjoy it!" I can not tell you how many times I had this wisdom thrust upon me from other people. And as I sat there 8 1/2 months pregnant... sweating, bloated, mentally and physically past the point of wanting to be pregnant a second longer, I laughed it off. Enjoy THIS??? My feet are too fat for my shoes, I get winded trying to get in my car and drive to work, and I'm in bed by 830pm because I just want to wake up at midnight and magically have my water break. What is there to enjoy?

I reflect back on this now and a light bulb goes off in my head. Ohhhh...I get it. Enjoy the silence. Enjoy the fact that you can go to bed at 830pm and sleep in until your body is ready to wake up. Enjoy the fact that you and your husband are sitting on the couch together, watching TV, and just being with each other.  Enjoy the freedom of seeing a movie, going to dinner, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, brushing your teeth, reading a book, catching up on your DVR.

I have a handful of pregnant friends right now, and when they ask me for advice, I hear myself saying "Enjoy your time now because pretty soon everything will change. Honestly, just enjoy it!" and I find them staring back at me, with an expression I know all-too-well. Their eyes stare back to me, taunting me, internally screaming "She's got to be kidding me".  And I'll reach over and pat their bellies, feeling tiny kicks that I already miss way too much. But soon enough, they'll understand. Except then, just like me, it will be too late. But, then again, they will have a tiny new baby to enjoy each and every day... and isn't that what we wanted to have and enjoy in the first place? So, I guess it all works out in the end. :) Because honestly, who really needs to brush their teeth or comb their hair each morning when they can wake up to a face like this? He doesn't judge me... and I bet your little one won't either. So, enjoy your time now if you can. And if you don't, that's OK too. But I bet you'll tell others the same piece of advice one day. Even though no one listens. :)

One Month

Wow, has life changed!! I haven't blogged in months.... (tsk tsk) but I'm going to try and get back at it. Since today is a special day (Greyson is officially one month old) I figured it'd be a great time to pick back up the pen and write...

This post is dedicated to my muffin mans one month stats, from his point of view!

Weight: 9.1 lbs
Height: 21.5 inches

Likes: Being on anyones shoulder, being walked around the house, being swaddled warm & snuggly, anytime I can eat, eat, eat.
Dislikes: My upset tummy, being sweaty, laying flat on my back, when people wake me up from my naps, and usually the hours between 7-9 pm.

Demeanor: Every day is a new day; I love to keep mom on her toes. Some days I love to eat and snooze, snooze and eat.... other days I like to mix things up a bit with fussiness and lots of cries. I love to hear my mommy's voice and I follow it around with my eyes and head, to make sure she isn't trying to hide from me or disappear. I love when daddy comes home from work and I hear a new voice in the house (although usually I'm asleep and I can hear my mommy whisper "SHHH DONT WAKE HIM!"). I haven't really noticed Sophie yet, but I'm sure I will soon. I'm trying to understand what to do with my hands, and whenever I can get them up to my mouth I will suck on them! If I'm napping and not swaddled, I will wake myself up with random arm waving and sometimes by whacking myself in my eye. I love staring at lights and ceiling fans, and occasionally surprising everyone with a smile here and there (most likely due to my insane gas). Speaking of gas, my belly hurts a lot, and I've heard mom say that her new part-time job is a laundry maid... thanks to my many blow outs! I don't think she minds though... she kisses me a lot and calls me the most handsome man in all the world.

April 4th, 2012

It seems like only yesterday I was standing in my house, taking my last pregnancy photograph! I remember relaxing in the morning, going out to lunch with Cole and coming home for a quick early afternoon nap, and then before I knew it... I was at the hospital at 330pm! 

Up to the maternity floor we go! 

This day/night is so hard to explain. It was such a whirlwind of excitement, nerves, fear, happiness and love... and yet, I can remember every single detail that will be forever etched into my memory. It is honestly so true that a mother feels no love like the one she feels for her baby. And it is something that no one can explain to you, describe to you, or try to talk about - because it just IS. 

At 11:55pm I was a pregnant woman in labor, expecting my first child to enter the world momentarily (sooner rather that later, I had hoped!)... and at 11:56pm, I heard his first cry, and had his warm body placed on my tummy. Not to take away from such a serene moment, but we didn't know the sex of our baby until this moment - and as soon as he was out, I swore I saw a giant pair of balls dangling in the air... and I was right. It was a sweet, sweet, boy (with giant balls). I remember I had opened up my mouth, while tears were streaming down my face in an overwhelming moment of love, and I gasped "I don't know what to do with your penis, I'm so sorry!" and I knew that, despite all of my previous fears of having a son, in this moment it became clear that I was meant to have a boy. I looked down at him, and everything in my body just felt so... right. I was meant to be his mommy, he was meant to be my son, and we would forever be a family. 

Between those two moments - 11:55pm & 11:56pm, my life had changed, and changed for the better.

Greyson Gene Gendreau
Born April 4th, 2012 @ 11:56pm
7lbs 12oz & 20 inches