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9 months

nine months ago this very minute, i was googling online contraction timers. i found one that let me just press "s" every time one started, then every time it stopped. it counted for me, told me how far apart, etc. nine months ago this very minute, they were between four and seven minutes apart. by 10:45 they'd be getting closer together, and i'd be throwing last-minute items in a bag. by 11:45 the doctor and my doula agreed on the phone that i should head to the hospital. at 12:45 i walked into the assessment center. at 1:45 i finally convinced them i really was going to have this baby. at 2:45 i got to the birthing suite. and at 3:45, this little kitchen bandit joined our family (though he admittedly looked somewhat different back then):

pic of the day: pic 3
kitchen bandit says "om nom nom" to some tasty peaches.
(thanks nana for the awesome kitchen bandit bib you made!)

poor nana is still not feeling well, though she said she was a little bit better this morning than she has been. her little grandmonkey was in a fine mood this morning, though, and enjoyed eating (and smearing and throwing) some peaches for breakfast. he was such a gigglebox this morning, it almost made up for the fact that i didn't get home from rehearsing until almost 9 last night and he was already in bed!

daddy and john discuss the day's news at
the breakfast table.
i'm starting to get a little bit nervous: we leave for the wedding in florida tomorrow morning, and i'll be away from john for the first time overnight. we'll be back sometime sunday afternoon. i'm not worried about john - he'll be in good hands and he'll be fine! but i am going to miss my little man so very much ... here's to hoping i can enjoy a good "date weekend" with daddy and then just be thrilled to come home to a smiling john on sunday ... wish me luck!

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Holly Conrad said…
Mike has already downloaded an iPhone contraction timer. He's so cute! Neither of us can wait for our precious arrival. Thankfully, I have plenty of stories to compare to, thanks to a certain adorably quirky friend's blog. Keep up the good work! You're doing a great job raising your doll of a son. Can't wait to see you guys again. Lots of love to you.
March 18, 2011 at 9:02 AM
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