Introducing... THE BEAN!

Isabella Rome was born on January 24, 2011 at 13:43. She weighed 9 lbs 3.8 oz and measured 21.5" long. She has a full head of black hair! We were all surprised by her weight and her full head of hair! I can't even begin to describe how much love we have for this little girl. It truly is the greatest high anyone can ever feel. The c-section was awesome, the recovery has been great, and we got to go home after 48 hours.

We've been adjusting to our new life as parents. Christopher has been a tremendous help around the house and is such an amazing dad. He changed his first ever diaper at the hospital and baby girl decided to give him something to remember. She shot out shit and peed all over the place after he took her diaper off. I caught it on tape. AMAZING! hahaha.

She started off being an amazing breastfeeder but Friday night we had issues that went on through Sunday night. I was in tears and cried pretty much all day on Sunday. She wouldn't latch on and it was really difficult to feed her. I was able to get nipple shields Sunday night and since then, it has gone back to her being an amazing feeder. I don't even want to ever give her a bottle again because of how scared I was that she wasn't latching on properly. I love to breastfeed. I honestly thought it was weird prior to having her but now, I can't imagine doing anything else. There's just an amazing feeling I get looking down and watching her breastfeed.

I was recovering extremely well from my c-section until yesterday. I thought I was about 100% recovered until yesterday. I think I had a set back but I ended up in the ER because the pain was excruciating. All that happened was a scheduled follow-up with OB/GYN tomorrow. I feel better today but that's because they're making me take two percocets every 4 hours. I hate the feeling they give me though. I don't feel clear headed and I feel woozy and a little nauseous. It's either that or the pain though. Bleh. Other than that, I'm really happy with the c-section.

And now, here are pictures of my little baby girl. I can't believe she's already a week old =(

Goofing off.

First picture with Daddy.

Ms. Attituuuuuude.

Happier than I've ever been!

Cuddle Time with Daddy.

Ms. Chubby Cheeks getting ready to go home!

I love this little girl.

Seriously, being a mom is the best thing EVER.

I am no longer homeless.

We are officially moved in. It's been a stressful week but honestly, I am extremely happy! We still have a LONG way to go on getting the house ready but we're slowly (very slowly) getting there.

My life is pretty much Murphy's Law in action. Sometimes it's really annoying, and a lot of times, it's actually pretty funny. In the beginning of our relationship Christopher used to tell me to be optimistic and that I was just paranoid but after two years together, he has admitted that it's amazing how off track things get for me. However, it kind of levels out because everything always work out for him. You seriously have no idea the luck that this man has. Life rolls out a red carpet for him everywhere he goes. He's running late? Oh, what do you know... so is the bus that he's supposed to catch. Free upgrade? Sure, why not? I'm not going to complain though because I get to reap the benefits simply by association.

Our bedroom set was delivered and the bed rails and mirror are magically not in stock right now so we have to wait to actually put the bed together. Oh and the headboard they delivered was damaged so they have to replace that as well. Fun! So, we are sleeping on a boxspring and mattress on the floor.

The Army screwed up royally so we have absolutely no living room furniture until the first or second week of February. There are boxes piled sky high that the movers are supposed to come back to pick up... whenever that is.

The good news is that we have been working feverishly on the baby's nursery so that it's ready even if the rest of the house is a complete disaster. Yay for being responsible parents!

I'm getting a brand new doctor on Wednesday. He'll be the one performing my c-section now. I found this out today when I got to the hospital. They informed me that they cancelled my appointment and were moving it to Wednesday to do a meet and greet. Awesome. Seriously, awesome.

Christopher leaves to go on TDY to Georgia for 5 days tomorrow morning. The same morning that IKEA is delivering our day bed, wardrobe, and kitchen island... all of which need to be assembled. So... that means they'll just sit there until next week! There's no way in hell that I'd even be able to attempt to put that shit together without losing my mind or killing myself. This also means that the boxes of coats and shoes will sit there until Christopher gets back as well.

Here's to hoping that the baby doesn't make an appearance while daddy is on another continent!

I can't believe I only have two more weeks of a baby-free life!

Pregnant Forever

I seriously feel like I've been pregnant forever. 25 weeks and 2 days in. Everyone else seems to think that the pregnancy is going by quickly but it feels like an eternity. Maybe it's because my back always hurts, my pregnancy acne is horrible, I feel extremely large, and pregnancy in general just kind of sucks. I wish I could be like some women who really enjoy pregnancy but it's just not in me. I can't wait to meet this little baby but I could do without the months and months of torture getting there.

I've got Poppa Bean paranoid that Bean has his nose. The last ultrasound picture we got, I don't know if it's the angle or what, but it definitely looks like Bean has his nose. Yikes. Poor girl. His mom and sister also have pretty prominent noses and I have to say, I'm not really that down with it. I'm really hoping that she takes my little nose. Poppa Bean is already aware that should Bean want rhinoplasty in the future, he owes it to her. It's cute how sad he's getting though. I should probably stop giving him such a hard time about it. lol.

We have bought quite a few things for Bean. We pretty much have all of the furniture we need and we have the bedding set and it's going to be shipped to Germany in the next week or two. We've also started her wardrobe with quite a few cute outfits. We're just waiting on the carseat and stroller to get here (which should be sometime this week) and we'll probably buy clothes up until we leave here. I don't expect to find too much at the PX in the shitty base we're moving to in Germany. Have I mentioned how not excited I am to be moving there?

I'm nervous about meeting doctor #4. I'll be a week or two late doing my 28 week labs and who knows how much pushback I'm going to get on my cesarean. Not to mention, trusting military doctors to do a good job on my cesarean. I'm terrified that they'll screw the operation up somehow and leave me completely scarred. It's starting to make me resent PB for having to move to a shitty location for my birth. I'd much rather stay with my favorite doctor and head to Germany after the birth but PB only gets a month with Bean before he leaves so... I guess it's not really an option.