MrsMouthy, at T-1 days:
Oh, am I not supposed to post belly shots any more? I couldn’t help it. The belly’s still there, but the attitude is BACK! (Note slight turn of left leg.)
Now that you’ve read Rocco’s birth story, I should tell you the whole experience was quite different for Kevin. I kid you not, one of the first things Kevin said after Rocco was born was, “Well that was easy.” I glared at at him, but instead of sheepishly taking it back, he kept trying to explain why it was “so easy.” He’s still trying! Then the second morning in the hospital he woke up and asked if he could please borrow a couple of my pain meds because he was “a little sore” from sleeping on a hospital bed. Sure, honey, take the whole bag. Would you like a squeeze bottle to help with urination, too? Oh…you don’t have two stitches in your urethra and a tear on the outside that should heal itself in time?
It’s a good thing he’s so darn handsome.
And because I’m still feeling gooey, I’ll also add that Kevin was truly awesome through the whole labor thing and has been MVP of the family ever since. He brings me ice water when I’m nursing, keeps track of any medicine I’ve taken, counsels me through my crying episodes, and keeps the big ninja turtle in stitches. (The laughing kind of stitches, not the kind I have.)
Our first morning home, Vincenzo and I had this conversation at breakfast:
V: Mom, I didn’t have a baby.
Me: No, but someday maybe you’ll marry someone and she will have a baby for you.
V: You.
Me: What about me?
V: I will marry you.
We’ve had a lot of fun these past few days, despite the fact that it’s 90 to 100 degrees outside and I live in a place where only the eccentric have built-in A/C. We bought a standing air conditioner that Rocco spends so much time staring at that we’ve named her “Cool Mom.” Vincenzo spends his day fighting, jumping, reading, playing games, etc., and we move the Rocco from activity to activity, where he proceeds to sleep heavily. It feels rather Weekend at Bernie’s-esque.
I have to go smell the baby now. I’ll smell you all later.
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Wow, it has been what a couple of days, and you are dressed and wearing shoes. You are a pro!
Are you wearing heels? Brave lady.
Yes, the heels cracked me up too.
I’m glad you have “cool mom” there to help out – it is too freakin’ hot. You know that we don’t do sun here at our house.
Enjoy the Bernie stage (very well named) – it last a couple of months here and it helped a lot with the transitioning. Hard to be jealous of a sleeping lump.
It’s too hot to think of a comment.