Tuesday, August 31, 2010

It's Gonna Be Great

"It's gonna be great"... were the first words that Larry said to me when at 3:15 on Tuesday that our daughter would be born at 6:00 that night.

"It's gonna be great"... was what he said when I told him that we needed to be at the hospital at 5:00 to prep for surgery.

"It's gonna be great"... was what he said as I lay on the operating room table waiting for her to come out.

And as usual, he was right....

Emma Martha Ciccarelli was born on Tuesday August 24th at 6:37 pm. Weighing in at 8lbs 14 oz. and 20 inches long. We fell in love with her the minute we laid eyes on her and life will never be the same.

My first photo with my mommy :)

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Baby, look how far you've come

I've been quiet recently. Mainly because I'm just tired. Tired of being told that I look ready to pop, tired of getting up multiple times in the middle of the night to pee, tired of having to start any phone call I make with "no i'm not in labor", but most of all just tired of being pregnant.

So instead of complaining (which believe it or not I have been trying to keep to a minimum) and instead of continuing to obsess over when we might meet her, I thought today I would look back on the day we first laid eyes on her.

It was January 18th at 9 weeks, 3 days when we saw our little chicklet for the first time...

I kid you not, the first time this little image popped up on the screen I blurted out "Holy shit there is a baby in there". Pretty sure the ultrasound tech was at that point thinking we were going to be un-fit parents but I didn't care. It's hard to believe that at this point, the chicklet was a grape (and for those of you keeping track at home in the fruit/vegetable game I had to remove the ticker because you know what comes after watermelon? Nothing. Nothing comes after watermelon, you're just f'd with a bigger watermelon in your belly). I also distinctly remember thinking that she looked mostly like a peanut with a huge head but we knew instantly that we loved her.

So little one, August 20th is the day that we've been looking forward to since December. And now that tomorrow is in fact August 20th, we are anxious as ever to meet you. The only question that remains is will you be a prompt little lady (taking of course after your always-on-time momma) OR will you make us sit and wait a little longer, take your sweet little time and stay in until the last possible moment (clearly taking after your daddy who is notorious for being on his own time time-table)?

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

All That's Missing Is Her...

Friday marked the 37th week of baking so the chicklet is officially full term. I've started saying "If this baby loved me, she would come out now" more and more over the last few days as I'm offically done with being pregnant. I'm tired and cranky and am just ready for her to get here already. And not only am I ready, but so is her room!

When we toured this house back in December we were blissfully unaware of the chaos to come. we had planned on using the top floor of our Cape as our master bedroom. One side would be the bedroom and we'd put a sitting area on the other side. When weeks later we found out we were expecting, things changed. Although we won't have her as close to our bedroom as we would like, we decided to turn the upstairs into a penthouse sweet for our little lady.

Walking upstairs and to the right is the important stuff - crib, changing table, rocker...

And then to the left is a sitting area with a couch and bookshelf. We are delusional enough to trick ourselves into thinking we're going to keep all of the baby stuff tucked away up here in all the extra space...

Aside from the crib (gifted lovingly by a very excited grandmother and aunt) and the bookshelf (I just can't bear to stop shopping at IKEA), all of the furniture is hand me downs. The most expensive cost of this room? Daddy and Mommy (at almost 8 months pregnant) painting this huge room and just about losing their sanity through the heat and awkward angles of the pitch.