Friday, December 28, 2007

Sam's drinking problem

Sam is turning out to be a good little baby. I'm still running into some problems with nursing, but thankfully I have a good support system. My mother's very good friend used to be a maternity nurse in the Netherlands. English is this woman's second language and she's been sending my mother e-mails on advice to pass on to me for "Sam's drinking problem."

She currently has me eating some kind of...well...I don't exactly know what it is. It's called "De Ruijter" and it consists of tiny orange and white hard balls that look a little bit like Nerds and taste an awful lot like licorice. I don't know what it is or what it does, but supposedly it will help with Sam's drinking problem.

Cheers!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Monday, December 17, 2007

Samuel James Drury

Samuel James Drury arrived early this morning at 12:44 am. Precisely on his due date! John had been telling me all along, "We Drury's arrive on time." He was right.

7 pounds 2 ounces
20.5 inches
Lots of dark hair
We're all doing great

I'll write more later, but for now feel free to check out the pics that John posted on his blog.

http://johnldrury.blogspot.com/

Monday, December 10, 2007

The time I didn't have a baby

Last week John lost his gloves. I happened to find them mid-morning in our linen closet tucked between towels. I thought that was rather humorous, so I decided to give him a call alerting him of my discovery.

It didn't occur to me that a phone call in the middle of class might might indicate a laboring wife. Poor John bounded out of his class only to discover I had merely delivered his gloves.

I'll admit, a ringing phone has thrown me into a tizzy as well. Every single time my phone rings my first thought is, "I wonder if the baby's ready to come!" Crazy, I know.

In the meantime I'm trying to plan something fun everyday between now and when he arrives. My mom arrives tomorrow and after that my days will be filled with The American Boy's Choir, manicures, Settlers, and my adorable nieces (3-year-old Ella has been calling her tights her "panty toes").

I think I've also started nesting. I baked eleven loaves of bread yesterday.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Monday, December 03, 2007

I tell you the truth...



One by one I've been looking at items in my house thinking, "I tell you the truth, this fill-in-the-blank will not pass away until this baby is born.

I tell you the truth, this library book is not due until this baby is born.

I tell you the truth, this bottle of shampoo will not pass away until this baby is born.

When I get to the point where I can say, "I tell you the truth, this carton of eggnog will not pass away until this baby is born." Then I'll know I'm really close.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying week 38.