Are you kidding me?

You can go ahead and take note of the time at which I am writing this blog. Yep, not quite four in the morning. Well, that is what happens when you have a wiggly two year old that gets into bed with you. I think I could have ignored that on its own, but with raging heartburn, there was no way I was going to sleep! I had no idea you could get heartburn from Krispy Kreme donuts. What can I say...I had a bad day and those little donuts made me feel a little better (for a very short while). I woke up around seven in the morning having contractions. They started at about twenty five minutes apart and by noon they were around thirteen minutes apart. I thought we were making progress and I would be off to the hospital soon. Wrong! They just suddenly stopped for no reason at all. I was pissed. I am convinced that I must have this amazing womb that my kids just like to stay in. Micah was four days late and now this one is too! Believe me, I have tried it all, walking, calf massages, greasy food (bad idea), squatting, etc. Seriously? Come on child! The hospital is still booked, so it is just a waiting game now. I am so annoyed. I don't want to make it through the weekend and as cheesy as it would be to have her on Mother's Day, I would be happy to have her out. Please just get out. Speaking of Mother's Day, I was going to make a little list of possible suggestions for Chad to go out and get me, but here is what I would really like for Mother's Day: The baby out with naming rights. That is it.


If I could have that I would be a very happy camper. However, he is still convinced that we need to hit a compromise with the name. We didn't compromise with Micah. Chad had picked that name out years before and loved it. Since it meant SO much to him, I let him have it and I was not thrilled with his name at all. In fact, the only thing I had to do with Micah's name was the spelling of his middle name. Chad wanted it to be Rion (as in Orion) since he was into constellations at the time. I changed it to Ryan. Now, I love it, but I think it is my turn. He may not be thrilled about my pick, but he will with time and he should be able to understand. I am still going into this with an opened mind though. If she looks like a Callie (which in my mind would have reddish or blond hair), then she will get the name Callie. If she looks like a Brooklyn (which I think would have dark hair), then she should get the name Brooklyn. Bottom line, I want her name to fit her. Anyways, it is now four in the morning and I should try and get some sleep. Who knows, maybe today or tomorrow? Keep your fingers crossed, if she doesn't come out soon I may give birth to a ten pounder!