Is this goodbye?

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As I was frying up bacon this morning before Willis left for golf, it occurred to me that today might be the last time EVER in my life where I wake up and think, "what the hell am I going to DO today?"  (Tomorrow we are going car shopping for Logan's new ride, and Monday Mimi and Pops arrive.)

So now I'm feeling all this pressure to do something with my time today besides watching old episodes of Millionaire Matchmaker on DVR in my PJs.  BUT WHAT?  I'm here without a car so can't really go get a mani or a haircut or anything, and considering Logan is standing on my bladder, it's hard to get around.  And I can't very well get drunk and smoke a pack of butts, either.  Bake a pie?  Can't have sugar (and can't bake).  Clean?  Eh -- like I said, Mimi is coming on Monday.

When I asked Roomie what I should do, her thought was, "something crazy... like the most selfish thing you can think of" to which I replied, "well that's all I've been doing Roomie."  Then Court called to say, "better be enjoying the last weekend of freedom!" and I told her I was just planning on sitting in a chair all day. 

Well I guess I COULD go take a shower...  eh, or just keep sitting in this chair. 

OH -- really quick -- if this is my last post before Logan bear, it has been really nice knowing everyone!  Just kidding.  But I have a feeling you won't be hearing from me for a bit.  But don't worry (CAUSE I KNOW YOU ARE), Willis will be sending out an email from my Outlook on Tuesday with the news.  We'll be at the hospital Tuesday - Friday....  But hey, who knows - maybe I'll be blogging away from my hospital bed...  stay tuned!

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I know, I know, I've been really slacking lately.  But considering it takes me about 2 hours to take a shower and get ready because I'm moving so slow these days, Austin Ali has kind of fallen to the wayside.  And that's when I muster up the energy to even take a shower.  It doesn't take me that long to pick out an outfit, though, considering I wear the same thing every day.

We thought AGAIN yesterday that it might be go-time for Logan bear.  After several "potential labor" events at the specialist doc I see, they sent me over to my regular doc to "get checked" and to get her opinion on what was going on.  The words, "hmmm, I mean I guess we COULD just go ahead with the csection today.... hmmm... get dressed and let me think about this" flew out of her mouth, and I almost had a heart attack.  Especially considering Willis was stuck at work without a car (whole 'nother story -- looks like Logan bear is getting a new ride!) and Mimi and Pops aren't coming til Monday. 

ANYWAY, doc came back in and said she really prefers to wait until 39 weeks (I'm 38 weeks 5 days), so those 2 days saved me.  WHEW! 

So, Austin Ali has decided she isn't leaving her house for the next 4 days.  I'll be here, in Willis's Big Chair if anyone needs me.

PS - Does it make you kind of weak in the butt when Ellen dances?

Willis stole some of these from the hospital for diaper changes.

Screen

Lookin' good! 

We think we're gonna tag it up to make it extra ghetto.  You know, add some graffiti with some spray paint maybe?  I mean I know lots of people who have screen doors inside their house, leading to another room, inside their house.  Don't you?

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 That's 9 more sleeps!  Sophie the Giraffe represents The Big Day.

How sick are you of the countdown!?  Imagine living here.  I'm like Rain Man or a parrot that won't shut up.  "[insert #] more sleeps.  [insert #] more days.  [insert #] more dinners.   I only have to test my blood sugar 32 more times.  This is probably the last time we'll go to brunch without Logan."  ETC. ETC. ETC.  

Check out my niece!  This is Petunia and she lives in Maine now.  Catherine is her mom.  Apparently it has been so cold that she was shrieking when she went outside to pee (and poo) because her poor paws were too cold!  I think the only thing she is missing are legwarmers.  Her sweater is so refined!

It's almost as if she is a table, just waiting for something to
be set on her.

Fun fact:  Willis and Tuner bonded right off the bat when they first met six years ago.  She had eaten some sort of toy and was trying to poo out the stuffing, so Willis had to, er, help her along using some leaves.  He is convinced that she looks at him differently -- like in a loving way.  And I think that was the moment I knew I loved Willis.  We were semi-hammered in the South End when this happened, if I recall.  2004. 

So excited about her new kicks. 

And check out more pics of the snow fort!  Photos courtesy of Aaron -- soon to be Uncle Aaron.

MY PAWS ARE COLD!  ARRRR RRRR ARRRR!!!!!!

Such good light. 

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.