I didn't want to post my first entry on this blog with the common, "Popping my blog cherry!" post, so instead a chose a much more meaningful phrase. *cough*
I do have another blog, but that one has a dedicated purpose. Of course, being mine, a majority of that purpose is rambling, but it's a specific rambling. This blog I'm dedicating to all things Fletcher, whether you like it or not.
Right now we are 6 days away from the estimated due date of our baby girl (name is yet to be announced). I'm excited and, admittedly, terrified. "You've done this before!" you may be screaming in my general direction. "It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!" I'll reply. It's not so much the adding of another kiddo into the house that's playing into my terror, it's just the pain that will (soon!) be on its way. I have had one all-natural childbirth, but since then I've been diagnosed with a painful bladder disease. I'm a little concerned how it will hold up during labor.
Otherwise, the pregnancy has been rather uneventful. There were minor blood pressure issues that arose in the third trimester, but those were quickly resolved by adding more rest to my daily regimen (which I could not have added if it hadn't been for the unending help of my magnificent husband).
Dave couldn't be more adorable if he tried. In the past, Dave was a fierce advocate for all reasons why someone SHOULDN'T have kids. Of course with maturity (this status, I'm sure, will come under debate) comes new ways of thinking, and he's embraced fatherhood four times over already in the past two years. He's been the most amazing step-father I could have asked for. It's been such a delight watching him go through the "making a baby" phase from beginning to end. I never knew one person could possess such a wide range of emotions. At this end stage, he's more than I could ask for. He's been calm (at least on the outside!), collected, helpful, understanding, patient . . . basically anything I need him to be at any given time. Sorry, ladies, but this one is all mine.
The older girls (13, 11, 8 and 6) are also excited about adding another sibling to the bunch. Of course they weren't so thrilled to find out it was yet ANOTHER girl, but they're over that. They talk to my belly, tell it good night, touch it and kiss it . . . I'm loving every moment of it. Though, admittedly, I cannot wait until Little Fletcher is at home in my arms.
So, there it is. My first post. Come back any time for nonsensical ramblings.
