I am like a bat

I'm too big!

We thought these overalls might fit for a few more weeks... But they seem to have turned into a bodysuit overnight! I guess they could be good for posture...

Baby - Enough said.

This is what we like to call father and son bonding.  Gives you a good shot of his hair too though!  Now we know why we could see it floating around on the ultrasound.

 

Mother and son bonding.  Not quite as manly as staring each other down,  but possibly a bit more effective...

Visitors!  Grandma and Grandpa Waddoups were among the first to meet Gavin.  Sarah and Joce came along as well, and then Ashley and Brent came along later to represent the Lovell side.  Gavin loved seeing everyone and even kept his eyes open for a while.  Thanks for the visits!

I don't remember the last time I was able to touch my belly with my knees but I'm pretty sure it was when I was about this age!

He's learning deep relaxation at an early age, this is his zen pose.

His first outfit worn.  Even though he was "above gestational average" the newborn clothes still seemed to drown him a bit.  Hammer pants are back in style though...right?

Time to go home!  Luckily we didn't have to watch some traumatic movie that others had told us about.  They did make Lindsey sit in a wheelchair all the way to the car, that was a bit traumatic for her.  They even commended me for how well the carseat was put in.  I didn't tell them about all of the superglue and duct tape I used for extra security.

Just some information for those that have been requesting it:
Lindsey started regular contractions (spaced about 10 minutes apart) about 3 am Saturday morning.  We spent most of Saturday as a normal day working in the yard and running errands because they weren't frequent or hard enough to slow her down too much.  Then we made the mistake of going to the fabric store to pick up fabric for burp clothes, the one thing which we were still lacking.  Apparently all of the estrogen and kids floating around the place kicked her body into gear and contractions ratcheted up to every 5-6 minutes and needing to stop and lean on something.  So we came home, watched the Giro d'Italia stage from that day and decided with contractions every 4-5 minutes for the hour and a half during the stage it was time to go in.  The midwife at check in said she was dialated enough to be checked in and while doing a quick ultrasound exclaimed, "holy cow that's a huge head!  Normally I can fit it on one screen, but look, I have to do it on two seperate ones!"  I think maybe she should consider a career outside of labor and delivery.  Anyway, we got checked in, she labored for...a while.  Then she pushed for about an hour and a half (holy cow, women are tough) and out he came.  He was a healthy 8 lbs 3 oz and 22 inches long.  He's done really well and Lindsey is recovering very quickly.  She did it all unmedicated as she wanted and we had an awesome nurse.  We were very lucky!  Thanks for the support from all of our family and friends!

Time to run!?

 Alas, as spring settles upon us we come to the realization that even though it's still snowing every other day, it will be 95 degrees soon and we should get out and run while we have the chance!  With that in mind I ran my first half of the year.  I decided to do Salt Lake because I have done the bike tour several years and thought it would be a fun course to run.  The quarter of a mile uphill (seems so insignificant before and after) at mile 12 seems a bit sadistic (poor marathoners at mile 25), but I suppose somewhere in the world there are runners who don't get to choose from hundreds of courses that are all mostly downhill.  But are there really runners in Nebraska?  I'll probably never know.

Lindsey was kind enough to snap a few pictures even though she had to be left out of the running...apparently discouraged at 8.5 months pregnant.

With the child in tow she did still actually run all the way across Liberty Park so that she could see me on both sides.  This probably was more work than my whole half marathon, kudos to any woman out there who has ever been pregnant!

Brent and Ashley showed their support by wearing fluorescents and spandex, or they may have done the bike tour that morning...I'm not sure which.

Happy Running!

He's a fighter!

We haven't been awesome at taking photo's of my growing belly but we do have a few. This first one is from week 20. We had just found out that we were having a boy and Jace's first words were "Yes! We can get dirt bikes!" I started showing at the very first of December - this picture is from Christmas time.


This picture is a couple weeks after the last one - at 22 weeks. By this time he was starting to move so that Jace could feel him. That was fun.


Then I missed a couple weeks - ok maybe 10 and I became huge:).

This is today. If you are asking yourself - "Does she only have 1 kid in there?" I wouldn't be suprised - some people are bold enough to ask me that - ok alot of people. Don't you worry I make sure to let them know that at my appointment on Monday I was 31.5 weeks and I measured 31.5 cm.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I only have 1 pair of Maternity dress pants so I wear a lot of dresses to work and this is what I look like in a dress - oh well. The funny thing about wearing a dress is that he moves ALL THE TIME!! but when I am standing the bottom of my dress will ripple as he is moving around. Funny!

Like I said he is a fighter - we watched a 2.5 hr movie on Friday night and he moved the entire duration of it. He was moving like crazy before hand and then for like an hour afterwards. It could have been longer but I won't let him steal my sleep from me yet. Although he does have a tendency to wake Jace up at night!

Our emergency trip to Puerto Rico

 Our emergency trip to Puerto Rico started about a month ago when Lindsey suddenly came to the realization that our lives were about to end.    It went something like this... "We're going to have a baby and we are never ever going to be able to go anywhere ever again!!!"  So, 3 days later we had rounded up our friends Ryan and Melissa and hammered out a battle plan to get us to somewhere with warm temperatures, good beaches, and sunny skies.  Fortunately we enjoyed wild success with all 3 criteria. 

Our first stop of the trip (after a brief respite on the sunny beach at the hotel) was the El Yunque rain forest.  The only rain forest in the US National Forest system for those of you interested in random trivia.

 This really sums up our entire trip:

 La Coca falls near the entrance of El Yunque.

 The view of  Old San Juan from the observation tower of San Cristobal fort.

 I think someone was shooting at me while I was in the turret.

 Someone had to keep the place from falling down, I mean, it's like 600 years old.

 Eating in the streets of Old San Juan while Ryan and Melissa were art shopping.  I guess somebody had to be cultured...

 Passion fruit and coconut ice cream.  It was more like a sherbet, but it was really good.  And, as Lindsey pointed out, it had way less fat than normal ice cream!:)

Our favorite evening pass-time was hanging out on the deck, the room was kind of cold because the air conditioning was set at 72. :)

 A friend we found outside the hotel room during a walk.

 Our sand castle.  Thank you KFC chicken buckets!  We got a few funny looks and people asking where the kids were...

Carlos Rosario beach on Culebra island.  This was our best snorkeling of the trip.  We saw a ray and tons of different kinds of fish.  Ryan and Melissa thought they saw a whale, but it turned out to be a turtle.

 Okay, I have to admit I'm kind of a sucker when it comes to buying things for kids.  I had fairly successfully kicked the habit after an intervention years ago, but it just became too much.  I figured I did pretty well since I only bought one thing and it was something practical. 

We couldn't have asked for a better vacation.  Even though I'm pretty sure we'll still be able to make it farther than the grocery store with only one kid, it was a lot of fun.  We decided it should be mandatory to take at least a week on a tropical island when the temperature in Utah drops below 0.