call it a whim

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Pure Love

I am over the moon for my son. I knew there was that love out there you just can't explain. But it truly hits home when you fall in love with your child. Here is someone that you love simply because they exist. They do not have to win your affection. You even love it when they are screaming in your face for 2 hours straight. But there is another love I have also recently had the joy of experiencing. That is a different kind of love for my husband. I loved him before, of course. There were times before Grady was born that I thought I could never love Chris any more than I already did. But to look up for the first time and see your spouse holding your child, knowing he feels exactly the same way about that baby as you do....That's big. I still get overwhelmed sometimes when he comes home and picks Grady up and sings to him. For those of you who don't know Chris, he's not really a singer. But he is to our son. Grady knows his voice and just stares up in awe. That's when I know I am blessed beyond words.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Little Man

Baby is here. Won't take up much time here, but wanted to post some pictures and vital info....

Name: Grady Patrick
Weight: 7 lbs 5 oz
Length: 18.5 inches
Born on: July 19, 2005
At: 12:42 PM

Healthy as a horse, with a very sweet disposition. More later...

Sunday, July 17, 2005


I think I was in about 2nd grade when my dad, Bill, got signs to put in front of the houses he was trying to sell. In all of my 2nd grade wisdom, I promptly informed him that the people who made the signs had messed up, they had forgotten to capitalize the first letter of both his first and last names. This to me was the ultimate mess up, as everything I had learned about grammar so far revolved around the fact that when you had a proper noun, you always used a capital letter. My dad told me "some realtors don't do it that way, it makes things easier". I really didn't get it at the time. Now, not using proper capitalization technique is acceptable anywhere except in english classrooms. Not only acceptable, but a bit trendy. My dad's a trendsetter....

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Major abdominal surgery...sign me up.

I, being leery of anyone approaching me with anything sharp or pointy, am being forced to have my belly sliced open in 5 days. Granted, it will net me perhaps the greatest thing I can imagine, a son. Regardless of that and the fact that there will be medical professionals involved, there will be plenty of sharp and pointy things as well. I have to have a cesarean. I was not given an option, because if I don't there is a risk that both baby or I could lose way too much blood if we try to do it the old fashioned way. However, after learning that this is what I would have to do and trying to come to terms with all of the sharp and pointy things involved (all of the things I would have had in a normal birth times about 100 million) I have learned that there are many women out there who are envious of me. Comments like "oh, I wish my DR would let me do one of those" and "You lucked out" have been the norm. Add to that the several women who have said "My c-section was the best thing ever" and I am speechless. What...."the best thing ever"???? Isn't that like saying "oh, my appendix just I get to have surgery"!!! Sorry, I just don't buy it. I know that 24 hours of contractions probably hurts...a lot. But they'll give you drugs. And you're not left with a large wound to deal with on top of a brand new baby. Now everyone keeps telling me..."oh, the incision is so small". Well, to me, if it's bigger than a paper cut, it's large. Call me a wuss. I fully accept my wussiness. Perhaps in a week I will be sitting in my hospital bed thinking "that was great, I hope I get pregnant again right away so I can have another c-section" but I doubt it.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

House in a bubble

We just bought a house. I can hardly fathom that I am allowed to be a homeowner. But for those of you who do not live in Florida, you may not understand what a monumental occasion this really is, especially if you are a first time homeowner. Aside from maybe CA, FL has the most rediculous housing bubble ever. Investors from other parts of the country will buy homes over the internet, sight unseen, and flip them 3 months later for a profit of $10,000 or more. And this is no flipping like they do on the TLC show. These investors usually do not make changes on the home at all, they just buy and sell, buy and sell. Which makes it nearly impossible for a regular person to find quality affordable housing. We quickly learned that in our pricepoint, which in the rest of the country would buy us a decent home, we had 2 options. Either the ghetto, or a townhome. Now a townhome is awesome, but because of the bubble, the communities have waiting lists sometimes in upwards of 300 people, so by the time you can get one, the price has risen to unaffordable. Well, one day we stumbled on a builder we had never heard of. They were about to release 12 townhomes in our price range. The townhomes were also bigger than anything else we had looked at thus far. Well of course, we eyed up the saleslady and said "how do we get on the list". She informed us that there was no list. You just had to be one of the first lucky 12 at the door to the sales office at 10 am the day of the release. We took this as a godsend. Finally, we had some degree of control. Half joking we tossed back and forth the idea of maybe camping out overnight to insure that we would be one of the lucky 12. So the Friday night before, we drove down there, folding chairs in tow, just to be sure that no one WAS really camping out. In the words of an old friend "Shuck my corn and call me Gary..." they were lined up at the door. We stumbled out of the car blinking. We were greeted by a man who handed us number 9 and said "you made it." I,being 9 months pregnant, waited for a while and then went home to my air conditioned apartment to rest while my dear husband and sister-in-law braved the humidity and bugs to keep our place in line all night. Bless them. At about 11 am the next day we officially secured our place inside the bubble. And I just heard on the news that due to all the hurricanes the bubble will probably burst. Great.

Also, this almost made me pee my pants. Hope you like it too.

Monday, July 11, 2005

8 days

Well, after weeks of reading blogs posted by old friends I have finally given in and decided to create one myself. I too have decided to feed the curiosity we humans all have into the deeper, or not so deep, thoughts of those we know, or knew, or will probably never meet, but find fascinating anyway. I don't really think I have anything to say that many will find interesting, but I feel the reason for this blog may be best illustrated by a recent conversation with my husband Chris.

Chris: " I want an ipod."
Me: "Why, you'll never use it."
Chris: "Because it's the thing to have."

So in order to keep on the up and up with ever changing technology, I will create a blog. Also, I have time to kill and I am getting REALLY antsy as I have 8 days left until the birth of my first child. That should provide some gory, if not alltogether appropriate topic matter. Anyway, Peace. Right, I know pregnant white girls should not say Peace, but bear with me.