So lucky.

Please excuse me while I get really sappy and emotional for a minute.

Tonight as I was driving home, I glanced in my rear view mirror and caught the reflection of Kendall's sweet little face smiling in her sleep, in the mirror mounted on the headrest.

I wanted to stop time and freeze it at that very moment.

How did I ever get so lucky?

How is this perfect little girl mine?

I started thinking about how incredible it is that if I hadn't gotten pregnant that day....that minute....that second....even that millisecond....she would not be here today. What would my life be like today without her?

After I saw her face for the very first time, I fell in love in a way I never knew existed.

I catch myself staring at her each day, in awe of what we've created. She has my temper and impatience, and her fathers incredible eyelashes and smile.

I sit and wonder what she'll be like when she gets older. What will she look like? What will she become? I can't wait to see her grow, but I don't want to wish her life away.

Right now she is in her swing, fighting sleep and laughing. Squealing, smiling, and making noises to keep herself awake.

I'm sitting here with tears rolling down my face.

I'm pathetic.

And I'm so lucky.

I ran across a quote recently that I plan to frame and hang on Kendall's wall that sums up exactly how I feel in 13 simple words....

"Because I remember life without you, and I never want to go back."

So happy......so lucky......

Kendall at 4 months!

I've been meaning to post this for a couple weeks now, but time got away from me. So...this is really Kendall's 4 "and a half" month update!

Here she is at 1, 2, 3, and 4 months!

Height:

25 inches, 5 inches longer than when you were born. You're in the 68th percentile.

Weight:

16 pounds 3.5 ounces. 9 pounds more than when you were born! You're in the 84th percentile. You're a healthy girl....and I wouldn't want you any other way!

Eyes:  Still not quite sure! They’re such a pretty gray/blue/brown/green combination! I can’t wait to see what they end up being.

Hair: Not sure about this right now either! You had more of it when you were born…you lost almost all of it, including your little mullet in the back! But its coming back slowly…and lots of people say it’s going to be red like mine. BUT…I’m not sure. In some lights it looks red, and in some it looks brown. Actually, in some lights it looks a little blonde too—so you have me really confused!

Sleep: Oh Kendall….sweet, sweet, Kendall….you used to sleep so well (through the night!) and now you don’t sleep more than 3 hours at a time (on a good night!). It’s frustrating, and I hope you revert back to your old ways soon. Mommy is T-I-R-E-D. When your reflux was so bad, we got into a habit of always holding you when you slept during the day, and having you in bed with us at night. Now those are very hard habits to break. In our defense, it was the ONLY way you’d sleep back then…and with the reflux you were in so much pain that we wanted you to be comfortable and SLEEP when you were tired. We’re trying to break those habits and at this very moment you’re sleeping in your CRIB (!!) and have been there for about 45 minutes! It wasn’t pretty getting you to fall asleep in there…but it’s a first step. Now if only I can keep it up...I think it's harder on me than it is on you!

Food: We attempted rice cereal the other night and you were NOT a fan.

 

We thought you were ready because you basically lunge at us when WE eat…but apparently you’re either not ready, or you want to try something other than that nasty rice cereal. We’ll try again next week.

Things you love:

*Bath time! This is your special time with Daddy. I’m in charge of undressing you, leaning on the tub and talking to you, and helping to dry you off—but other than that, Daddy’s in charge. Since he can’t feed you, that’s his special time with you—and you love it. It brings me to tears almost every time as you smile and giggle and Daddy gives you lectures on how you’re not allowed out of the house until you’re 40. You also love the little heater we bring into the bathroom during bath time. You’re not spoiled or anything….

*When we clap and say “yippieeee!” and “yaaaay” and “yaaahooo!” Yes, we look like complete fools, but we don’t care. We’ll do anything to see that gummy grin of yours.

*Your feet. You’ve discovered them even more lately and love grabbing onto them while we’re changing your diaper or while you’re sitting in your Bumbo. You think it’s pretty funny that they’re actually attached to your body.

*When Daddy walks toward you with his mouth wide open from across the room, with his hands out, saying “I’m gonna get you!” Your whole body tenses and you shake with excitement!

*When we change your diaper. SOMETIMES.

*Your teething rings. You hold onto those suckers with both hands and gnaw on them forever.

*Your fingers. If you’re not chewing on them, you’re shoving them down your throat and gagging yourself, which you also think is pretty funny.

*Your Fisher Price Laugh & Learn Workbench. We bought this for your friend Luke’s first birthday but you loved it so much we bought you one too. It lights up and sings songs and you’ve even learned to press the buttons on your own. Smart girl!

*Getting your nose cleaned out with a Q-tip. Yes, really. You’re strange.

*Making noises and "talking" to us. We like to pretend we know what you're saying, and carry on conversations with you. The things we do to keep you entertained! 

*When you wake up in the middle of the night and we turn the night light on. When you see us, you give the BIGGEST smile and start flailing your arms and legs. You’re so cute at 2am that I almost forget how tired I am. Almost.

Things you hate:

*Getting your diaper changed when you’re hungry. You’d literally think it was the end of the world. Anyone walking by outside the house would probably call Child Protective Services if they heard the way you scream!

*When people aren’t paying enough attention to you. Drama queen.

*When you’re overtired and people you don’t know try to hold you. Sometimes you’re ok, but usually you stick your bottom lip out and let out a wail!

*Rice cereal, apparently.

*Sleeping in your crib, or anywhere away from us.

*Rolling over. I guess I wouldn’t say you HATE it…you just have no interest in doing it!

*Us trying to get you to sleep when you’re overtired. Man…you fight sleep worse than any baby I’ve ever seen in my life!

You’re growing up so fast….and I hope you know how much we love you!

Whenever I think of our struggles to get pregnant, I think to myself “if we had gotten pregnant immediately, we wouldn’t have YOU.”

And I can’t imagine life without you.

Maternity Leave = Almost Over....

I never knew that going back to work would be so hard. Everyone always told me how hard it would be, but I couldn't comprehend it until now. I am a week away from going back to work and the tears won't stop flowing!

Today, I went in to get Kendall from her crib as she was waking from a nap--and she gave me the biggest, gummiest grin, and I cried.....and cried....and cried.....

Technically, I should have returned to work 2 weeks ago--when K turned 12 weeks....but I decided early in my pregnancy that I was going to take a little longer than the typical 12 weeks. I will return to work the day Kendall turns 15 weeks.

Last time I posted, we were having a very rough time with Kendall's reflux. I am very happy to report that within days of that post--we got our happy girl back. The reflux medication she's on has helped so much, and she's pretty much outgrown the tummy troubles she was having (knock on wood!)

She amazes me each and every day. Watching her grow and learn new things....being more alert and smiling and giggling....it melts my heart. I guess I never knew this type of love until she came along! (Yes, all those corny sayings about having kids are true!)

Come on.....how cute is she!?!? Can you blame me for wanting to stay home with her forever?

Well--speak of the devil--she's waking up now and is ready to eat--so I will write more soon. I plan on spending every second of every day staring at her during this next week. Seems so surreal that she's 3 months old already....seems like just yesterday....

10 weeks old...

Tomorrow my little girl will be 10 weeks old. Hard to believe.

When I had Kendall, I envisioned myself being able to do all the same things I used to do. Keep up with my blog, craft, make nice dinners, go shopping...I was wrong.

At the 5 week mark, Kendall increasingly became more and more unhappy and uncomfortable, which was a shock after 5 weeks of having such a happy and content baby. After a grueling week of hearing her painful cry and seeing her writhe in pain (and massive amounts of google research on my part) I self diagnosed her with silent reflux--which the doctors agreed with. She doesn't spit up like a normal refluxer, it comes halfway up her esophagus and then back down--burning twice as badly as reflux.

We got her on Zantac which seemed to help for a couple weeks, and we also brought her to a chiropractor who specializes in infant care. She showed signs of improvement for a little while. However, around her 8 week mark, the Zantac either stopped working, or she built up a tolerance to it--because her symptoms and unhappiness returned.

She is now on Prevacid and it seems to be working a little bit, but it's a pain to administer (a tab thats put into a syringe with water--and must be given n an empty stomach, at least 30 minutes before eating). This means I either have to give it to her in the middle of the night while she's sleeping and hope that she doesn't wake up--or first thing in the morning--and make her wait 30 minutes before nursing her (while listening to her scream and cry the whole time). Neither option is very fun...

I've been on a dairy-free diet for 2 weeks now, to see if maybe she has a dairy intolerance, but I'm inclined to think it's NOT that. I plan on introducing dairy back into my diet in the next few days to see how she reacts. She didn't have any of the classic dairy intolerance symptoms (diarrhea, spitting up after nursing, eczema, rash, etc) but I figured it couldn't hurt to test it out. She definitely has some sort of digestive issues going on...but we don't seem to be getting many answers from the doctor as far as that goes. We were basically told that "babies cry" and that she'll grow out of it. I am fully aware that babies cry...but this is a painful cry...something very different than an "I'm hungry" or "I'm bored" cry....

Some days are good...some are not. I cry right along with her because its an awful feeling knowing that she's in pain--and I can't figure out why--and I can't help her. We've tried everything we could think of...and I know I've done my best.

I'm struggling with the thought of going back to work in 4 weeks. I'm returning at the 14 week mark rather then 12. It's still a month away, but I still bawl when thinking of being away from her. Crazy how I am so attached to such a little human being. I think of myself sitting at work, thinking of her--wondering if she's crying or in pain, an it turns me into a big, emotional, sobbing mess.

She is such a sweet girl--full of smiles and coos when she feels good. I wish she could be like that all the time...but something is obviously bothering her.

She is thriving otherwise...growing like a weed--gaining weight....her 2 month appointment has come and gone along with 3 shots which she did not care for AT ALL. The doctor said she was great in all areas and was so impressed with how much weight she can bear on her legs--and how if you hold under her armpits and guide her forward--she puts one foot in front of the other like she's walking...all the way across the table! I think she'll be an early walker...

She is such a cuddler and doesn't like to be put down (which is a bad habit that I give in to every time). Most days I have her in my arms, or the front pack...although she will occasionally be content in her bouncer for a little while. She isn't a fan of her pack and play or her crib...something I'm hoping will come with time.

Nights are something I'm very thankful for...Kendall has been sleeping through the night for a while now. Bedtime is around 8-9pm, and she usually sleeps until about 3 or 4, eats, and then goes back to sleep. We usually get up for the day around 6:30 or 7. She definitely likes her sleep at night. The only hard thing is that she's in bed with us...so when she goes to bed--we go to bed. We've tried the pack and play which is right next to our bed--but she is so restless and can sense that we aren't near her--and wakes right up. I cant say that I mind too much right now...I love having her snuggled into me...but I know i need to transition her out of our bed soon. The first night that I tried the pack and play, I cried my eyes out. I thought to myself "if I can't stand to sleep 2 feet away from her, how am I supposed to go back to work??" It's a thought I struggle with daily--but I can not stay home. I have too good of a job and pay and benefits to stay home....otherwise, I would in a heartbeat...at least for a couple years.

That's all for now. Kendall is snoozing in the front pack and I should probably get some stuff accomplished before she wakes up.

5 Weeks

Wow--has it seriously been a month since I posted last? Time is flying....and I don't like it :(

Kendall is perfect. I know I'm biased because I'm her mom....but I mean it. I can't find a single thing wrong with her.....and after spending 24 hours a day with her for the past 5 weeks--looking at every teeny detail of her long fingers, pouty lips, alert eyes, tiny ears, long toes, the roll on the back of her neck, her chubby cheeks, her double chins...I think I know her pretty well :)

I find myself on the verge of tears daily...thinking of how much I've wanted her...and how she's finally here. Growing like a weed, changing every day.

I've already started a tote with newborn clothes she's grown out of. Breaks my heart that she's growing so quickly, but I'm looking forward to the milestones that are in her near future.

I have to make a confession. I could hold her 24 hours a day and be perfectly content. All to myself--no one else. I feel selfish at times, because when I see other people holding her--I notice myself picking my fingernails frantically--thinking to myself "Kendall, wake up...cry...so you can come back to me."

Is that awful? Or is that part of being a new mom? She is only this age once--and as I've very well seen so far, it goes by too fast. It's like I want to lock myself in a room with her and stare at her and talk to her and hold her and smell her perfect little head all day long. Any second she's away from me is a second too long. I know other people are excited to see her too, and that's something I need to learn to manage.

I'm not surprised that I'm going through this stage because I have a lot of pride, and I'm very protective as well. I like MY things. "My" house...."my" baby...."my" things. I've never liked people disturbing my things, or touching my things. I remember living on campus at college and coming back from a weekend at home, seeing that people had used my computer, messed up my bed, touched my food....it drove me crazy. And even now--at work--if someone uses my phone, or my computer, or goes through my files...I find myself getting antsy and thinking to myself "don't touch my stuff!"

The same goes for my little girl, I guess....I want her all to myself. Greedy? Selfish? Maybe. But I've waited so long for her...and I cherish every little second she's in my arms.

The days go by so fast and I can't believe my maternity leave is already 5 weeks in. I can't imagine going back to work. I know it's a reality I have to face....but it's a cruel reality.

Perhaps one of the most fulfilling parts of being a parent is watching Casey with Kendall. Listening to him make up songs to sing to her while he's changing her diaper (yes, he changes her diaper--in fact--he is always offering!), listening to him tell her how beautiful she is...watching him stare at her in awe....it all brings tears to my eyes. Seems like everything brings tears to my eyes these days!

We are definitely going to have our hands full with her, as she's already proving to have an attitude like her mother! While she's nursing I will sometimes rub her back...but when she's had enough she will swat my hand away, wrinkle her nose, scrunch her eyebrows, and make a growling noise. It's adorable....but I also think it's a preview of what's to come!

I'll try to get better about posting more frequently....it's been rare where I have a stretch of time that both hands are free to type....but  lot of that is my own doing....I just can't put my little girl down.

That's all for now...I hear the little monster waking up...!

Welcome to the world, little GIRL!

Kendall Brooke Huizenga
12/21/11
7:32pm
7 pounds 3 ounces
20 inches long

The love of our life.

I decided to document Kendall's birth story before the memory fades in my mind....I never want to forget that day....

The day we've waited so long for finally arrived on December 21st, 2011--6 days earlier than expected.

At our appointment on Monday 12/19 (I was 39 weeks), I was told I was 4cm dilated and 80% effaced, and a membrane sweep was performed which can jump start labor in 24 hours.

I woke up the next morning, Tuesday 12/20--hoping to feel something......and felt nothing. I headed to work and worked the entire day, getting home around 4:15pm.

Suddenly, at 5:30pm--I felt something "different". A tightening in my stomach that was slightly painful. Hmmm....is that what a contraction feels like?

I downloaded an app on my iPhone to time contractions (my god...technology these days)....and to say that I was a FREAK about documenting them for the next few hours is an understatement. I would sit and wait for that twinge of pain and immediately click the "start timer" button on my phone. When the "pain" would subside, I would click the stop timer button and it would show me how long the contraction was and how long it had been since the last. Pretty nifty app if you ask me.... :)

To make a very long story a little shorter--here is what happened over the next 26 hours.

I had consistent contractions that were about 5 minutes apart overnight on Tuesday December 20th. Nothing excruciatingly painful, but also nothing that I could sleep through. At about 3am--we decided to call my OBGYN. The doctor on call was paged, and called me back within 15 minutes. After talking to me for a few minutes she said she didn't think I sounded like I was "in enough pain" to go to the hospital just yet. Let's just say if looks could travel through a telephone could kill, she would have dropped dead that very moment! She said she wanted my contractions 3 minutes apart rather than 5...so I hung up and unsuccessfully tried to get some sleep.

Around 9am a nurse called me to get an update on my contractions. They still weren't 3 minutes apart so she suggested that I try a warm bath. Again, if looks could travel through a phone and kill.....!

I tried the bath, and the contractions were more frequent but I still wasn't in "pain"...just uncomfortable. I called the nurse back and she said it was up to me what happened next. I told her that since I knew I was already 4cm dilated 2 days earlier and had my membranes swept--and we lived 40 minutes from the hospital--that we would feel more comfortable heading to the hospital at that point. She agreed and said she'd let the hospital know.

As we were leaving the house, I kissed my cat goodbye and burst into tears--sobbing uncontrollably. It was the last time I would leave my house on my own, responsible only for myself--without a baby and a diaper bag. Life would never be the same again....

My contractions became stronger (still not super painful) and more frequent during the 40 minute drive to the hospital--and I swear we hit every single red light on the way there. We eventually made it there and I braved the walk to the labor and delivery unit--bypassing the wheelchair. I figured some walking would get things moving! I had to sit down a few times along the way to let contractions pass--but eventually we made it to the floor we needed to be on. We checked in, they led us to Room 4, and I got my gown on and got ready to be examined.

At about 12:45pm the doctor performed a cervical check and exclaimed "Oh wow! you're 7 centimeters dilated!" (thank god we got to the hospital when we did...!!)

Here is the very last picture of me while I was pregnant...7 centimeters and still smiling. This picture makes me cry every time I look at it....a chapter of my life that has ended.....

Soon after the cervix check, my contractions got more frequent and more intense. Nothing was comfortable. I tried walking around the room, I tried the bed, I tried the exercise ball--NOTHING was bringing any type of relief. Casey had to keep reminding me to breathe through the contractions since it was my natural reaction to hold my breath. The only thing that brought semi-relief was Casey pressing on my lower back--but even then, all I could do was writhe in pain and try to breathe through each contraction.

Finally, a few hours after we arrived at the hospital, the doctor suggested that I try to labor in the tub.

YUCK. I hate tubs. I hate baths.

Much to my dismay, I got into the tub as they were filling it with warm water.

Much to my surprise, I never wanted to get out.

It was heaven.

While it didn't make my contractions any less intense, it was a distraction and allowed me to float a little and get the pressure off my back.

Perhaps the funniest part of labor--and the only time I remember laughing--was in the tub. I had gotten up early that morning, straightened my hair, put on my makeup and was all pretty and ready to go. I wanted to be one of those women who looked flawless in the first family photos. After I got in the tub, I had Casey pull my hair back so it wasn't touching the water. After a little while, the doctor came over--noticed that I looked warm, and proceeded to take a sopping wet cold washcloth and place it on top of my head. Any girl who straightens her hair KNOWS that is a huge no-no!! As she walked away, with water dripping down my face and head, I turned to Casey with my eyes bugging out, mortified, and said "she f*cked up my hair!" Casey and I got into a fit of laughter and it's a moment I will never forget. After that point I totally forgot about being flawless for photos and transformed into a sweaty, frizzy mess....

I spent a few hours in that tub and the contractions got incredibly intense and painful...the doctor checked me around 5 and said I was about 9cm dilated but my water hadn't broken yet, which was causing a lot of the pressure and pain. She gave me the option of waiting and letting my water break on its own, or having her break it for me, which would relieve pressure but make the contractions more intense since the bag of water was almost acting as a cushion against my pelvic bone. I wasn't quite ready for things to be more intense yet so we decided to wait an hour and see if my water would break on its own.

It didn't.

They had me get out of the tub which was one of the hardest things I had to do...I never wanted to get out of the tub!! Eventually I made it out and back into bed, where the doctor checked again and said I was 9.5cm dilated! Only a half centimeter before I could begin pushing! She broke my water and the feeling of relief was incredible....until the next contraction hit.

I had never felt such pain in my life. I couldn't get comfortable in any position and all I wanted was to hold Casey's hand and pull on it, while he was pulling back. I remember feeling like I was going to be sick...the pain was so intense that I felt sick to my stomach. I also remember crying out in pain that I didn't think I could do it anymore...and the doctor, nurses and Casey all reminding me that I WAS doing it, and that I was doing a great job.

The next hour or so was a blur. I remember the pain, the tears, the feeling of defeat, the look of support on Casey's face, the minute hand on the clock ticking ever so slowly....time felt like it was standing still.

I remember asking the doctor numerous times how many more minutes I had left. She replied "30" and it felt like someone had slapped me in the face. I wanted it over that very second. I remember repeatedly saying "I can't do this, I'm sorry, I can't do this" and having them reassure me that it was almost all over, and that I could in fact do it.

Suddenly my body took over and let me know it was ready to push. It was like an out of body experience, thats the only way to describe it. I couldn't control anything at that point, and the contractions and pushing came on strong and on their own. The pushing felt so hard...so difficult...so painful. I couldn't believe how bad it hurt, especially after a few of my friends had told me the pushing part wasn't that bad. The doctor kept saying I was making progress and the baby was "almost there". ALMOST there? After so long, how could he or she not be there by now?!

The doctor kept telling me to push through contractions, but I wanted that baby out so badly that I wasn't even waiting for contractions--I was just pushing non-stop. Right at the very end, after almost an hour of pushing, the doctor announced that the baby was trying to come out face up and forehead first...no wonder I had been in so much pain. I remember giving one final strong push--felt a rush of relief--and suddenly I had the most beautiful bundle of joy laying on my chest, squawking and crying. I burst into tears, Casey burst into tears, and we hugged for what seemed like eternity.

I remember repeatedly saying "is it a boy or a girl?? is it a boy or a girl??" but the doctors and nurses were so preoccupied that they either didnt hear me, or didnt have time to answer me.

Finally, they said "it's a girl!"

My heart melted, and so did Casey's. We were so completely in love.

The doctor informed us that the cord had been around her shoulder and when they pulled her out, the cord ripped off from the placenta--so instead of me delivering the placenta over the course of a few minutes, they had to manually go in and remove the placenta very quickly. This entailed their hands inside me, pulling the placenta out, with their other hands pressing forcefully on my stomach--multiple times. THAT, hurt worse than the delivery--in my opinion.

Casey cut the cord and I have never seen him so proud....

I never wanted to let her go. Little Miss Kendall Brooke Huizenga arrived at 7:32pm on 12/21/11 and had us wrapped around her finger at that very second.

She is precious...a sweetheart....and we couldn't be any happier. I am proud to say I went through the entire labor and delivery all natural, without any pain medication or epidural. I am especially proud because the doctor later informed me that the majority of women with babies that try to come out face up and forehead first (rather than face down and top of head first) have to have emergency c-sections because they just won't come out. I was determined to get that baby out one way or another, and I pushed with everything I had!

I also remember exclaiming, "I'm so glad I can prove everyone wrong that said I must be having a boy because of the way I carried in the front!!!" (haha...)

She is almost 2 weeks old already and I just can't believe it. We are so completely in love.....

 

 

 

Just as I had sobbed while leaving our house for the last time, I also sobbed the first time we arrived back home with her. Casey and I stood in the living room, hugging and crying, while our cat checked Kendall out in her carseat. We had waited so long for this little girl and she was finally here...

"Now what?" we wondered.....and it's been a ride ever since...

Kendall is a great baby who rarely fusses or cries, unless she's had a diaper explosion or is hungry. She eats like a champ and has made things pretty easy for mom and dad!

More to come once we settle into a routine. Casey headed back to work today after 2 weeks of spoiling us rotten. We miss him already! Tomorrow is Miss K's 2 week appointment so I will have to get up and ready and get her in her carseat and driven to the appointment about 30 minutes from our house. It will be our first outing without Casey, so to say I'm nervous is an understatement!!

38.5 weeks! 1.5 to go...

Can you believe there are only about 10 days until my due date!? Because I can't!

Here's the latest pic of me and the little guy or girl, at 38.5 weeks:

As you can see--baby has dropped quite drastically! 

I'm still feeling incredibly well--knock on wood. I'm still sleeping fine, moving around fine, etc. I don't have any complaints....and can honestly say I will miss being pregnant! 

We had our 38 week appointment on Monday and much to our surprise, I was already 2cm dilated and 80% effaced! I was thinking MAYBE I would be 1cm dilated and maybe 50% effaced....but no--I'm beyond that! It's so strange, though--because I havent had any (painful) contractions yet...AT ALL! My mom said she doesn't remember any strong contractions until right before labor/delivery--and we have had very similar pregnancies--so I guess when I get a strong contraction I better assume it's happening! :)

Our next appointment is in a few days--on Monday. I'll get checked again for progress....fingers crossed I've dilated more. We'll see!!

Baby is still active as ever...tossing and turning...letting me know he or she is in there waiting to meet us!

Things are slowly getting crossed off my "list" of things to do. Casey installed the carseat base and mirror into my car last night...the nursery is pretty much DONE....I still need to finish packing the hospital bag (I better do that ASAP), and I need to finish wrapping Christmas gifts also. 

10 days....wow....I can remember the day we found out we were pregnant. It feels like yesterday! Now all of a sudden the end is in sight. I know I say this almost every post--but it's exciting and scary all at the same time.

I still have my occasional meltdowns of "oh my god, how am I ever going to handle this" and "am I going to be a good mom" and "I am going to miss my space and free time" but slowly I'm getting more and more excited. I am just such an independent person that all I can focus on is that this is going to be the biggest and hardest adjustment of my life! It sounds selfish, I know--but I think every pregnant woman goes through those same thoughts. Maybe some more than others...

Well I better go cross some more things off my to-do list before it's too late :)

I'll update again after Monday's appointment. Who knows...maybe we won't even make it until Monday's appointment!