Scott and his son

Scott was able to come home this weekend to meet Rhys. He got here at like 12:30 Saturday morning and left at about 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon. Not a long visit but better than nothing. It is so funny to see Scott change a diaper. He looks as insecure about it as I feel. They are so cute together but Scott can't wait until he gets a little older and can play with him. Babies this age are pretty boring for dads.

We decided to have Rhys blessed last Sunday before Scott left. We found out that we have to be in Washington DC for 2 months before we go to where we are going and that starts the day after Scott graduates the academy. So he wouldn't be able to come home in between. So, although we wanted everybody to be there and have a huge circle, it was more important that Scott be able to bless his son and not have everyone there than have someone else do it.

Ok, it ended!!!!

Well I was supposed to be induced on Saturday but Rhys decided to join our family a little early. I had a doctors appointment Tuesday morning and I was 2 cm dialated. On the way home from the appointment I started having contractions. Once we got home (which takes about an hour, by the way) I started keeping track of contractions. About 4 o'clock we decided we probably better head back into town to the hospital. It was the longest ride of my life!! I swear Jane was driving under the speed limit the whole time and we were hitting every red light. When we got there and they checked me I was at a 4 (which meant I was far enough along for an epidural). Oh glorious drugs!!!! We love epidurals, unfortunately it wasn't really working the whole time. For the 3 HOURS I was pushing I felt every contraction. The reason it took so long was because he was turned the wrong way. He was facing the side instead of down so he was stuck behind my pubic bone. My doctor tried to turn him manually but then we had to go for the suction. They had to stick the suction cup to his head and tried to pull him out. Even with the suction he still wasn't coming. We decided to try one more time and if that didn't work we were going to have to do C-section. At that point, I really didn't care, I just wanted him out!!! Luckily the last time worked, he was born at 11:50 pm on Tuesday. He is so beautiful even though the suction did wierd things to his head. He was 8 pounds 11 ounces, 20 3/4 inches long, with a 14 1/2 inch head. He's got a huge noggin. He's so good too. He really only cries when you change his diaper. He also really likes to sleep in my bed with me, which I think is cute now and I like, but I realize I have to change that habit, like now. Anyway, he's here now. We named him Rhys D'Albini Dahlstrom (D'Albini is a family name and it was better than Rufus). We're home now and Scott gets here tonight and will finally be able to meet his son!

38 1/2 weeks. Will it ever end?!

I'm 38 and 1/2 weeks pregnant now and I'm starting to think I might be pregnant forever. No matter what, I'm having the baby by the 14th because I'm scheduled to be induced that day. I would be totally fine with it if he came before that though. My poor little body is very sore right now. All you women out there know what I'm talking about. My doctor also told me that I'm having a big baby. He thinks it's at least 8 pounds so far. Another reason for me really wanting to go into labor soon. Every day he's not born is another day for him to get bigger. I would prefer not to push out a 10 pound kid. Anyway, this picture was taken on Sunday. Check out the cankles on me. It's insane. I can't wait to have my body to myself again!!