Home for Christmas

Xander is home

We brought Xander home from the hospital the following day (Monday, November 19), which was also his Uncle Mark's birthday. We wanted to bring him home even sooner, but we weren't comfortable checking out of the hospital until he was able to nurse.

Trevor got really sick with the stomach flu that same night, and I nearly broke down with the overwhelming responsibility of taking care of a new baby. Luckily, my mom came to the rescue and flew out to visit and help out just a few days later. Trevor's mom came next, on the same day that my mom left.

Xander is here!

I started noticing regular contractions (lasting 30 seconds, 3 minutes apart) while I was at work at 2:00 p.m. on Friday, November 16th. Alexander finally made his appearance at 2:55 a.m. on Sunday, November 18th -- over 36 hours later! It was a long and exhausting labor, but with Trevor's amazing help and hypnobirthing skills, I was able to deliver Xander anesthetic-free as planned. He was a big and healthy baby, measuring nearly 21 inches long and weighing 8 lbs, 9 oz.

I guess I’m like my Uncle Mark’s bills--overdue! (Jeeves)

As indicated in my subject line, I guess I'm late for some date that I was supposed to meet. I don't know what that means. Heck, I don't even know what gender I am, why would I be concerned with being on time. What I do know is that this freaking apartment I'm in is shrinking. Like Indiana Jones I've been trying to find the little latch that will make the walls stop closing in, but its hard cuz I'm on my head and can't flip around. I feel that this may be my last blog entry ever cuz if these walls keep closing in I'll surely be crushed. On a lighter note, I guess I have a place to move to when I bust out of this joint. Sounds like a lot of people are excited to meet me when I come out which is cool. I'll drop a line and give a shout out when I can get cell phone reception. Anyway, I'll be in touch shortly everyone.

I'm getting stronger (Jeeves)

So I've heard upstairs that my mom has finally felt me . . . its about time as I've been banging down here for a while. Anyway, she knows I'm here now. The other day my mom did something pretty stupid - she golfed in 100 degree heat. I think it was stupid cuz I was roasting down here and very thirsty. I keep hearing my dad say "Are you okay?" and "I'm fine." I think he has issues to enjoy golfing 18 holes in 100 degree heat. Oh well. So I'm prepping for my close-up at the end of this month. I guess another ultrasound is in the works and I want to look my best for it so I'm working out and stuff. Got to get buff. I guess the dudes (thats what I call my parents) could find out whether I'm a boy or a girl at this time, but they don't want to. This is a huge identity issue for me since I know what I'm seeing, but I don't know what it stands for. I guess I'll hold off until D-day. Oh by the way, I guess D-day will occur without drugs, which is pretty cool as I'm not into that whole scene. Something about natural childbirth and hypnobirthing - whatever, I don't care I just know I won't be buzzed out of my gourd when I come out of this cave. Sounds good to me, I'm pretty sure I'll still have the munchies though.

What's been going on with me . . . (Jeeves)

Not a whole lot at the moment, I'm getting bigger and I guess I've stopped making my mom so sick; however I really don't know what I was doing to make her sick. I "watched" Shrek the Third last night, it sounded pretty funny, so I imagine that it was funny to watch also. So I guess we still don't know where I will be born since my dad is still applying for jobs; however, after a month wait or so the interviews are finally coming. Anyway, that's it for now. I'll keep you posted on anything new.