I have half a mind to put the kids in school this year.

My body and brain are so tired. The kids need even more than I've been able to give them this past year and I don't know how I can possibly fit it in.

I try to keep on budget, I try to keep everyone healthy and well-fed and clean-clothed and living in something other than a pigsty, but I am not superwoman. I am sure that some people feel I'm shortchanging the kids by even attempting it.

How can I expect to keep this up all the time?

I really need a mental (if not physical) break.

Why don't I make everyone happy and just stick them in school like all the other kids? I can let their teachers decide what they can do for physical activity and see to it that they get music and art, and let their peers socialize them like "normal" kids.

Why not? That's what the school is there for, right?

Have/Haven't Done

Things I have done since the arrival of the Princess:

Grocery shopping.
Changing diapers.
Bathing children.
Doctors appointments.
Made yogurt.
Made cereal.
Made bread.
Updated my blog.
Gone to church.
Cooked for potluck.
Cleaned toilets.
Scrubbed sinks.
Cleaned out the fridge.
Prepared for school.
Started memory verse system for kids.
Lost 23 lbs.
Put away all the maternity clothes.
Cleaned out my closet.

Things I haven't done since the arrival of the Princess:

Cleaned windows.
Scrubbed showers.
Sorted out kids clothes by size/season.
Changed kids sheets.
Filed bills.
Sent thankyou notes.
Cleaned out the homeschool closet.
Hung wash outside.
Slept for more than 3 hours in a row.

Pink and Pretty Princesses

11.5 years old
in a pretty pink ballgown

11.5 days old
in a pretty pink nightgown

How does one stop time?

Party Girl is One Week Old

Saturday we celebrated Grandma and Grandpa's birthday.

Here she is at 1 week old, modeling the latest in baby fashion, sent to her with love by her Great-Grandma C.

Mamma is still pretty sore and tired but it felt good to get out.

The other children were able to visit with their cousins for a while. N & E brought this giant koala as a present for Woby. He LOVES it. It is bigger than he is.

The sweet big sister in photo above, surprised Mamma with this blanket she had made in secret for Miss Katherine's arrival. We took it to the hospital with us, and made the nurses all teary-eyed.

Princess Katherine loves it, of course.

Miss Katherine is Here

Announcing the arrival of our Princess Katherine -- and she truly is, with six servants at her beck and call!

Friday 08/08/08 we sprung another fluid leak, subsequently confirmed by the doctor, who sent us speeding off to the hospital for an induction that day. The induction went fine, in spite of some interesting circumstances having to do with the date and scheduled deliveries of one kind or another -- and in the end Miss Katherine made her appearance -- 6lbs 13oz, 19.5 inches long, at 11:14pm.

We scored a "feng shui" room and I got to labor under this monstrosity.

11:14pm, 08/08/08

Her profile looks like....hmmm....

Proud daddy, with Princess Katherine wrapped in a blankie made with love by a very clever Miss Rose!

Miss Katherine Is Sad

Look how sad she is. Her chubby little cheeks all smooshed together and her sad little frown. Poor bubba.

Let me tell you how things are right now. Wednesday I went to the hospital for my twice-weekly biophysical profile. We finally passed with flying colors and I was allowed to discontinue further testing.

Thursday, I went to the OB for my regular checkup. I regained all the weight I had lost plus a pound, and my blood pressure was at pre-pregnancy normal. The lowest it's been since I've been pregnant.

Thursday after the OB appointment, I was feeling a little bit labory and decided I should probably take care of this packing business, and I need a new purse since mine is sadly falling apart. So I went to Meijer. Baby was sitting particularly strangely and I was having a horrible time trying to walk -- my back was all out of joint and I just couldn't get my left leg to work at all. So as I was hobbling around, thinking about just chucking the whole idea, and wondering about a couple contractions I was having, all of a sudden I felt a good deal of pressure...and a gush.

So I headed for the bathroom, worried it might be blood. On the way, another gush. I was a teeny bit freaked out, seeing as how I was having trouble walking and had no one with me and no phone. On the way to the bathroom I spotted a lady on her phone and I interrupted her to ask if she could please get someone to help me.

There is a lot more to this bit of the story, if I wanted to get real descriptive of the panic attack this lady was having, but I'll keep it short and just tell you that she helped me a lot and within a few minutes Tom was there.

In the meantime, I checked and the liquid was just fluid. It was NOT pee.

Anyway, so I made it home and somehow miraculously after this bit of fluid the baby settled back down into her regular spot and I could walk again, and things were hunky dory. Thought I better call the doc and see what he wanted me to do.

Long story short again, I went to the hospital about 5 hours later, with nary a contraction or leak in the meantime. I was rather hoping something would happen because I knew they would either want to induce (if they found amniotic fluid) or they would send me home (after bothering my IL's to watch children late at night.) Well, I went in, they monitored the baby -- no contractions, no dilation, and NO EVIDENCE OF FLUID.

So.....not thinking it's a huge big deal, I just went home again. Figured labor would kick in and we'd be back in there in the next few hours.

Not So.

No contractions, no fluid, no nothing. All day long. Nada.

So now it's been about 31 hours since I had the fluid leak and not a thing is happening. Of course, the docs at the hospital say there WAS no fluid leak, but I beg to differ. It's not like I haven't had both pee accidents AND water breakages and I know all you moms will agree with me that they are not the same thing.


So here we sit.

Obviously we are waiting for a thunderstorm.

Baby Katherine is Sad

Look how sad she is. All squished in there and no room to move. Her chubby little cheeks all smooshed together and her sad little frown. Poor bubba.
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