Only the Coolest Thing EVER Happened Tonight...

And no, I'm not talking about the 48 contractions I had while out to dinner with some friends....

I'm talking about how we ran into Logan's first doctor at dinner -- THE WHOLE REASON HE IS HERE! 

As soon as he sat down with his [sweet] wife (my old doctor, not Logan) I of course ran right up to their table like a raving lunatic with tears in my eyes, pointing to my belly.  "Oh gosh I'm so sorry to interrupt and I'm sure you get this all the time -- BUT HI DR. VAUGHN!  It's all because of you we are having Logan -- this is Logan -- LOOK!!! [pointing to ginormous belly as if he couldn't see it.]  He's coming a week from Tuesday!!!  Thank you thank you!!!!"  James came up at that point and shook his hand, just as Dr. V was saying "well that's great -- and everything is ok I assume?"  And then I stammered something about him being my hero. 

Dear God.

But seriously, how cool is that?  Full circle I think, considering it's just about go-time for Logan bear and we haven't seen Dr. V since June, just when he was a teeny tiny zygote (Logan, not the doctor) ... all made possible by Dr. V himself!  Well Willis obv had a little something to do with it too... but still.

Love it!

We heart you, Dr. Vaughn!

Tit Sippin'

There are several words in the English language that make me extremely bunchy and feel all weak in the butt, and breast happens to be in the top 3 of this list. (MOIST and PANTIES are the other culprits, but I'm not sure which is first.  But now that I think about it, I'd venture to say that BREAST is the winner.)

Anyway, we all know what comes along with babies, and that's BREASTfeeding.  BREAST BREAST BREAST -- EW!  hatred.  No mas. 

So, I'm trying to come up with an alternative name for this  _ _ _ _ _ _ feeding business.  Willis said he thinks it could be called "Tit Sippin' " but I'm not sure I could deal with saying and hearing "tit" 1,000 times a day.  Cath and Aaron suggested "Teating" or "Mammory Munching," but I also can't handle the word "munching."  And "teating" sounds too much like "texting."  Roomie suggested "suckling" but that sort of reminds me of a baby Robin for some reason.  And I don't want to think of Logan as a baby bird.  Logan with a beak!?

Logan's latest ultrasound picture?

"Nursing" might seem like the next logical choice, but I find that word slightly annoying as well because I picture an older woman (no offense, mom) in an old-timey nursing outfit that wears white-ish pantyhose that make a swishing sound when she walks.

This is why the word "nursing" is a no-go.

So this, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call a good old fashioned predicament!  Good thing I have a while to figure it out.  WAIT, NO I DON'T!  woot woot!!!!!

Layers

"And then I'll sew up all of the layers."

I'm sure you haven't noticed, but I tend to obsess about things.  And if something has been said or if I have seen something that bothers me, it gets stuck on replay in my mind.  STUCK.ON.REPLAY.  Well, these are the words that have been playing over and over and over and over and over and over in my mind since a doc appointment for the last 2 days.

"And then I'll sew up all of the layers."

I would imagine that a lot of people want to hear the play by play of what's going to happen when they go under the knife from their doctor, but I'm not one of them.  Which is sort of surprising to me because I'll spend 3 weeks researching what kind of butter I should be using and then AGONIZING over the final decision, but something like this I want to turn a blind eye.  Psychoanalyze away, people.

"And then I'll sew up all of the layers."

Gotta go get ready for my THIRD TO LAST Dr's appt!  ah!

"And then I'll sew up all of the layers."

this is how many days we have til we get to meet baby logan.

picture pages

Do you remember that show, Picture Pages with Bill Cosby?  Only the best show EVER.

Anyway...  here are a few pics for your viewing pleasure.

I think it looks fake-y it's so big.  Taken today. 

EARLY DAYS:  This was in August on my last trip
to Boston for work.  Logan sure is a good grower.

IS THIS NOT THE CUTEST THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN?

SERIOUSLY

The other night at dinner, Willis said
"look, they named a beer after you."

can't even handle it.

bottle stew

Sox is acting a little crazy with all of the nesting going on.

Logan's bottles are in the cabinet!!!!!!!!!!!!
(1) Yes, those are Christmas mugs still in the cabinet.
(2) And Metamucil, peering out from the back.

Imagine if I said this was Logan's going home from the
hospital outfit?

And the grand finale -- why my brother Aaron is so awesome -- a snow fort!

14 more sleeps.......

Not that I'm around people who ride around in limos and livery cars a lot (or ever), but I find it so obnoxious that when getting out of said cars, they can't even close the door themselves.  I'm referring to Taylor's husband on RHOBH.  And yes, I am WELL AWARE that I am in desperate need of a life.

I'd like to give a shout out to my readers in Slovenia, by the way -- hi Slovenia!  Who are you?  Show yourselves!  Leave Austin Ali a comment!  Germany hasn't checked in in a while, but France was just here a few days ago.  Hi France!  I once saw a man taking a poo in the middle of the street in Paris when I was studying abroad in college, by the way.

Want to see where other Austin Ali readers are from, other than the good ol USofA?  Sure you do:

Canada

Mexico

United Kingdom

India

Slovenia

Italy

Ireland

Germany

Croatia

On a local note, last night Willis and I were talking about his Other Family (golf), and I asked him if he was nervous about not being able to play whenever he wants once Logan bear is here.  Then I said, "well at least the driving range is just right down the street -- you can still do that a lot, right?"  And he said, "that's like telling someone who loves to cook to just stand in a kitchen and chop onions all day, but they can't cook them."  Oh Willis!

Logan, DC, Willis and I are all heading to the hospital to meet Logan's new girlfriend Margot in a little while.  Logan sent Margot some flowers asking her to be his valentine, and she said yes!  He likes the older ladies..................
This time two weeks from now Logan will here.  We are 100% beside ourselves.  I can't look at pictures of babies or see any on TV without crying!

Check out the expiration date!  Logan will basically be in
college by the time this goes bad.

3 things

(1)  The other night I had a dream that we were deciding between the names Conan and Relaxin for the baby instead of Logan.

(2)  I guess when Willis was packing my bag for the hospital last Monday (which is something I was supposed to do at 35 weeks, btw) he packed my deodorant, but I didn't realize it until Wednesday when I went looking to use it again.

(3)  Logan's girlfriend is on her way into the world!  Any minute now.  We are so excited we can hardly contain ourselves!  Logan is celebrating by having a nice case of the hiccups as we speak.

Baby HUH?

Willis and I have just returned from our last class, Baby Care Basics.  This was intended to be the grand finale of all of the classes for us -- the class that answered all remaining questions we have about caring for baby Logan.

Instead, it has left me feeling panicky that I have no idea what the hell to do with this precious baby we are about to have (who God willing will be coming home with us on February 4th). 

The class was set up with us first watching videos from 1972 about wiping butts, bathing the baby, boiling bottles, etc., and then there were "learning stations" for us to practice with a (fake but stinky) baby.  Willis said he can't stop thinking about the diaper explosion of a massive shit that they showed on one of the videos, but I found that part funny.  In fact, during our class break it dawned on me that we should start a contest of who has the worst diaper change once Logan is here.  We can post pictures on a bulletin board in Logan's room of The Worst Diaper Yet.  I can't wait.

Also during our break a hospital worker who was wheeling a wheelchair towards the ER stopped in front of us and asked, "oh, do you all need a wheelchair?!?" as I was trying to sit down on a couch.  Um, no, but thanks for asking.

We ended up leaving the class / baby learning station part early because (1) I couldn't deal with touching all of the things everyone kept sneezing on and (2) I got completely overwhelmed when I realized I would have likely torn a real baby's arm out of his socket putting on a onesie.  Willis is of course a natural and has infant experience because of his nephews, so at least one of us will know what the hell to do.

I'M SCARED.