Right On Schedule!

Oliver Aiden Rocket Child was born November 25th at 5:53 PM.

8 pounds 9 ounces
20.5 inches long

We are madly in love with him and very tired. I will post pictures and a better update in the next couple days.

Thank you for all the well wishes and congratulations!

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Everyday Life – My Coworkers Are Too Damn Funny

I came back from lunch today to find this:

You can bet I laughed my ass off!

Spransy Quote of the Day

“He’s a Hoyle Mohel!”

– Said by Jeremy after seeing the world champion card thrower cut a hot dog in half with a playing card.

Seriously. Come On, Already.

Why hasn’t he come yet? Why?

I am going CRAZY, I tell you. I don’t know if I have the patience to sit through another week, which could be possible, of not being able to hold our baby! Why can’t he be here, already?!

Everyday Life – Zen Goddess’s Idea of Rocket

When my friend, Zen Goddess pictures Rocket, this is what she sees.

I am afraid of how right on the money she might actually be!

In Which I Present My Random Thoughts in Bulleted Points.

  • I can’t concentrate. It’s so hard to work, knowing that this could possibly be your last day of having to work from the office
  • Holy shit, Sus. Focus.
  • If I hear one more comment about the stupid football game this weekend, I may kill somebody.
  • Thinking about having a contest to see who can guess the birth weight, length, and date/time of arrival for Rocket.
  • Why am I thinking about a contest? I have other shit I should be concentrating on.
  • But doesn’t a contest sound fun?!
  • I wish Rocket was here.
  • I keep doing a double take when I walk up to our car. I am still not used to the carseat in there.
  • I have been holding off on eating this chocolate cake donut. I cannot wait any longer!!
  • Only 3 hours left of the work day. Can she focus enough to get everything done? CLEARLY NOT!
  • Can I please just go home and hang out with Jeremy?

Is It The Green Wire or the Red?

Still no sign of Rocket. Everyday that I get closer to my due date (5 days, now), I feel like a ticking time bomb. I wish he would pop out, already. I want to hear his little squeaks and squirms from the car seat that is now in the back seat of our car. I want to see Jeremy holding his little boy. I want to fall asleep with him on my chest while watching TV. I want him!

Hurry up, my little man. Mama has a whole world to show you!