As yesterday was Camaron's birthday, we partied all day and Cam got some pretty cool gifts. I'd like to think that the gifts from me were his favorite, but then what does Fox do last night??

He slept through the whole night without waking up once!

How could I ever top a present like that? I guess I'll have to try again next year. Well played, Fox.

Birthday Birthday Birthday

Birthday posts are standard around these parts. So, without further ado...

Happy birthday, oh Camaron of mine!!!

Here are 24 reasons you're my favorite 24 year-old:
1. You can make slow-cooked sweet pork like it's nobody's business (and it isn't)
2. You know all the words to The Cranberries' Zombie
3. You've eaten and loved (or pretended very well that you loved) every meal/dessert I've ever made for you 
4. I've never felt like a single parent in the middle of the night. You're always up for helping me out with little Fox
5. You love puppies (Not as much as I do. But, then again, who does?)
6. You understand my love of all things gummy
7. Inclusion of others is your specialty
8. Even though you're not a huge fan of getting your picture taken, you always pose for me
9. Your beard is red. Nuff said.
10. You love dancing with your wife, even when we're the only ones shaking it at your former-boss' kid's communion party
11. You are the prince of clean dishes
12. You enjoy wearing ties. And you wear them well
13. You're a great friend to everyone you meet 
14. Fox is super cute ...I'm sure you had something to do with that 
15. You jumped at the chance to feed my pregnancy cravings ...and buckle my shoes when I couldn't reach my feet anymore
16. You read all of my blog posts
17. Going out and trying new things is one of your favs
18. You're an incredibly hard worker
19. Best cuddler award goes to
20. You enjoy partying as much as Andrew W.K. 
21. Funniest person I've ever met (I'm talking about you here)
22. You understand the amazingness that is Billboard Dad
23. You're the best daddy ever. I'll never be able to calm Fox as quickly as you do -and I have his food supply
24. I couldn't even imagine a better husband for me. Love love love you!!!

Who Knew?

Who knew that normal people don't have to wake up 5+ times a night to hit up the bathroom?
They don't wear the same pair of pants everyday for 4 months straight.
They don't have personal 2 minute pep-talks to brace themselves for each time they have to pick something up off of the floor.
When sleeping, they can choose any position they like. Even laying on their back!
They don't contemplate packing an extra pair of pants ...because who has time for kegels?
They don't touch their belly all. the. time.
They don't cry over chocolate cake ...and every episode of everything on TV.

Although there was a lot I really enjoyed about being pregnant, it sure is nice being normal* again.

Yes, it took me about a month before it sunk in that I no longer have to worry about these things.

*apparently being pregnant doesn't make you normal?

Happy Monday!

Someone is excited because yesterday was "shirts optional" AND his baby acne is finally beginning to clear up. Someone else is excited because it's their birthday week!!! (I'll let you decide which someones I'm referring to) Happy Monday!

Yo ho, yo ho, a free dozen donuts for me?

Holidays are a pretty big deal in our family. 
Especially really obscure holidays that involve dressing up and receiving free food.

National Talk Like A Pirate Day was no exception.
 Thank you, Krispy Kreme! Your pirate spirit made our day!!! 
(As did the free dozen donuts we got from you for dressing up)

And here's a "horrifyingly terrific" close-up of Camaron's pirate-ness

P.S. If you don't have friends who care enough about donuts to slap on their pirate gear the second they get home from work, then you need some new friends.


I just can't get enough of this little cutie -if you follow me on Instagram, I'm sure you already know this.
And he's almost a month old!!!!
It's so crazy. He barely fits in his newborn clothes anymore and I don't know how I feel about this.

...although I am excited for him to fit into his new pants I bought over 
the weekend. They're still a little too big for him.
Little pants! They're so cute!


Pre-Baby Photoshoot

A few weeks before Fox was born, I was given the opportunity to have maternity pics taken by my best friend's older sister. Shannon is AMAZING! 
You can't even tell what a hot, sweaty mess I was that day (twas triple digits, people!)  

The first pic is my fav, cause I'm very proud of myself for actually being able to blow a bubble. 
It was seriously so hard for me to do for some reason.

Shannon is so talented. She does everything. Be sure to check out her site

P.S. It's so weird to look back at pregnant pictures of myself and try to imagine that it's little Fox in there. Pregnancy just continually blows my mind.

A G-Rated Birth Story -Told by Mom & Dad

Our little Fox joined us two weeks ago on a Sunday afternoon at 4:07 pm. He's been soo much fun and sooo much cute that I don't even care that I've lost sooooo much sleep taking care of him (he's a baby, what do you expect? -I have to keep reminding myself of this).

*This is a collaboration of both Camaron's and my versions of what happened the day Fox was born. Warning, this is long. I kept it this way though because a great comfort to me when preparing for birth was reading the experiences of others. And I want to remember as much about this special experience as I can. I won't be offended if you skip to the pictures at the end or whatever though:)

text=Camaron  text=Andrea

(Saturday, August 18, 2012) 
So I had just gotten off work, and needed to return an external hard drive one of my 
coworkers. Andrea’s sister, Bethany, had come over, so I figured it would be fine if I left 
the house for a bit. Just as I was leaving my coworkers house (which was about twenty minutes away), I 
got a call from Andrea, where all she said was that she was bleeding and scared. In scary situations, I always tend to plan for worst-case scenarios, so I had all sorts of horrible thoughts as to what was going on. Kind of like in scary movies that don’t show the monster, where the audience’s imagination makes the monster scarier than anything man could have created, so the lack of information I was given took my mind to all sorts of dark places. That got me pretty worried, so I made it home in about ten minutes. 

Bethany had left to go pick up dinner, so Andrea was all alone when I got there. She wasn’t near as bad as I had imagined, she was sitting and could walk and talk, but she was also crying. 
Andrea asked for a blessing, and after the blessing I felt much better. One thing I 
remember now, though, is that the blessing didn’t say anything about the baby, it was all 
about Andrea, so I was a little worried that there wasn’t any promise that the baby would 
be ok. Now I can see that the baby wasn’t mentioned because there wasn’t anything to 
worry about, but again, when things are scary, I always envision the worst scenarios.
After the blessing, Andrea’s mom and Bethany showed up, and we decided that I should 
take Andrea to the hospital. We got there, and six hours (that’s right, six hours) later, 
they determined nothing was abnormal and sent us on our way. While there, Andrea 
started getting contractions, but Hospital said they were pre-birth contractions (they had 
a term for it, but I don’t remember what it was), and that it could be days before anything 
started happening. So they gave Andrea some Ambien to help her sleep and sent us on 
our way.

After the crazy night before, I awoke Sunday morning probably around 5 or 6 am -although it didn't really feel like I had just woken up, as I had been up so many times during the night trekking it to the bathroom. I could really feel my contractions now. I could tell when one was starting, dying off, and then a new one coming on. I began using my contractions app on my phone to time and keep track of them. It kinda made me sick every time I would have to reach for my phone to press "start" whenever a new contraction hit. They weren't horrible or anything, but my hip was killing me (baby had dropped the day before and was resting on my hip nerve or something. It was no bueno), and with each new contraction, the already wrenching hip pain was greatly heightened. So I laid there for an hour or so just feeling the contractions and keeping track. They were around 4 minutes apart I think, but I can't remember how long they were lasting, I just know it didn't feel like it was time yet.

So I kept myself occupied. I drew a warm bath (I had been told this would help with the pain). It felt sooooo nice. I have no idea how long I was in there, but I know I could have stayed in there forever. The whole time, I kept my phone close by so I could keep pressing start whenever another contraction came along. I just deep-breathed through each one. I had been planning a natural birth since the beginning, so I had read Ina May's book and the Hypnobirthing book, and let me tell ya, these women know what they're talking about. Breathing through the contractions really made them easier to get through. My hip pain was a whole different story though.

Finally (around 8 am), I decided to wake Camaron. I calmly told him we should probably start getting ready to go to the hospital. My contractions were getting pretty strong, around 3 minutes apart. He asked if he had time to shower. I figured "eh, why not?" I still didn't feel any need to rush or anything -I really didn't want to get sent home again. So after the shower, Cam made us some toast and we kept getting ready for the day and I just kept timing myself. Something felt a little funny, so I went to the bathroom to check myself. 
"Uh, Camaron ...I think my water just broke." 
Now we quit our dawdling around.

We grabbed all our stuff and were getting it in the car when it suddenly hit me. 
"I think I'm gonna be sick" was all I could muster out as I ran to the bathroom. 
"Good news, Cam. Your toast is just as tasty coming up as it was going down."

So Camaron, me, and a barf bowl began the drive to the hospital. The pain in my hip was pretty excruciating at this point, and I could barely keep it together each time a contraction hit. We arrived around 9 am. At the hospital, we were admitted quickly (so, so grateful for that. I owe it to being there the night before). In triage, they confirmed that I had definitely gone into labor. I was 100% effaced and dialated to a 4. As they were talking to me, I probably mentioned 16 times that my hip was killing me. Eventually they brought up that I had previously stated I was planning natural, they just wanted to confirm that this was still the case. "Nope!" They laughed a little at how easily I had changed my mind. But it wasn't an easy decision. If it weren't for the hip pains, I know I wouldn't have gone for an epidural, but the pains were just ridiculous. I had even previously told Cam that if I changed my mind about going natural, he would make me wait ten minutes and then check with me again to make sure it wasn't just the contractions talking. It was so cute that he remembered this and checked with me earlier to see if I was still sure. I had contemplated it all morning and knew that changing my mind was ok.

Originally Andrea had really wanted to do a natural birth (which meant no pain-relief drugs), but in addition to her contractions, she had been having an insanely painful feeling in her hip (we were told later that the baby was probably resting his head on a nerve), so she opted to get drugged. That was 
actually pretty nice for both of us, because before they sedated her, she was kind of like 
Christpoher Lloyd’s character in this clip.

The epidural could not have come soon enough. Camaron laughs at how once I got it, It was like night and day. Basically, once the hip pain was gone, I was a normal person again. Not long after that, I was moved into labor and delivery.

After that, things went pretty smooth - well, about as smooth as giving birth could go. 
The doctor was on his way back from being out of town, so Nurse Annie got Andrea 
started on pushing. She did a great job, and although I was pretty sure I wasn’t gonna 
watch, when everything started going down I couldn’t look away. It was just so cool! 
Then the doctor showed up and helped her the rest of the way, and seeing the baby 
come out was pretty mind-blowing. Since babies are all soft and squishy and stuff, when 
he came out it looked like one of these.
He just slid right out! And he was perfect, and wonderful, and everything that is good in 
the world.

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