Updating

I'm telling you, if these stupid migraines don't let up I'm going to go stark raving mad. Yeesh, since J was born I've been getting visits from my old nemesis Mister Migraine with more and more frequency. And, lucky me, they are getting worse in intensity. Oh, the joy.

Add that to the list of stuff I get to talk to my doc about next week.

Anyway, wee little Jacob is doing wonderfully. He is sleeping really well at night. Usually, he gets up about once a night wanting his bottle and then goes back to sleep. (Sometimes he acts like a butt and refuses to go back to sleep.... that doesn't help my headaches, but oh well.) He went to the doc last Friday and his weight is up to 8 & 1/2 pounds. Not too shabby! He's still growing into some of his "newborn" clothes! :-)

... and now I'm off to bed!

New Pics

I don't know what he was looking at... But he seems quite riveted.




Sleeping baby...


Lola thinks she needs to be wherever J is.

I highly recommend reading this....

If There Is No God- Dennis Prager

Swimming in "Newborn" Jammies

Book List

So, I've added a new feature to my little blog- a recommended reading list. I love, love, love to read & I love to tell other people about the books that I've read. So, I thought I'd add a little (or, not so little) list of some books that I think others should read. Right now, I'm sticking with non-fiction, though I adore good fiction.

If you read or have read any of the books on my list, please let me know what you thought of them! I LOVE talking books with people! It's truly one of my favorite things to do.

More Pics

With his great-grandmother, Winnie

With his great-uncles Jim & Phillip and great-grandmother Winnie

With his Poppi

I'm sitting in my bedroom, piled up on the bed with MASH playing in the background... and my son piled up on the bed with me. I haven't quite wrapped my brain around that concept. I feel a little as if I'm in the middle of a dream...

Instead of working on the stack of 'thank you' notes looming over my life (though I've done a couple!), I've been ruminating over this little creature sleeping beside me. I love this little boy so much. Much more than he will ever know, I think. And much more than I ever thought was possible.

And it astounds me.

Everything in my life now seems to be measured with a whole new yardstick. Stuff that I once thought was so very important now seems of so little matter. I am the happiest and most contented I have ever been in my life... but, at the same time, it's a bit disconcerting, this axis tilt my world has taken. But it's a good thing... a scary, one step at a time kinda of good thing. And I am so overwhelmed with thankfulness that I get to walk this journey.

We're Home

... and we're thrilled to be here! We got home late Monday afternoon & we've been relaxing and getting used to having a new little resident in the house!Lola is reacting well to her new "baby brother." She's very interested in him &, as long as she gets some attention, she seems content. I think he fascinates her a little. (But I can understand that, he fascinates me too!)

We are very thankful to have my mom here helping out at the house right now. She's spending some nights here so Michael and I (RE: me who has been an insomniac for the last 9 months) can get some much needed rest before we jump head first into the freezing water that is taking care of a newborn 24 hours a day. Thank you, Nana.... I can't begin to express how grateful we are for your help & your willingness to help! We love you!

And now.... some pictures!

He's Here

Introducing Jacob Winston Vaughan!
7lbs. & 12 oz.
20 inches long

Well, the little Mister Man has made his dramatic and long awaited entrance into this world! He's perfect in every single way! Michael and I are just crazy about him. We're in love!



Jacob and his great-grandmother, Winnie.

Jacob and his Nana Cynthia

Jacob and his Papa Pat

1 More Day!!!!

3 More Days, People!!!!!!

Yeah, so it's a quarter to 3 in the morning & I'm still awake. Fun times. I love insomnia that comes with pregnancy.

::big sigh::

I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. Haven't been able to sleep through the night since November, but the last month or two have been murder. It's been normal for me to see 3 and 4 in the morning on a routine basis. Oy.

Well, since it's officially July 17th, I've got 8 more days till c-section day. Yea! I cannot even begin to explain the joy I feel. But, I'm knocking away at my to-do list. My mom and I have just about finished with Jacob's room. It looks wonderful. I love it. I still have to pack my bag & work some more on school work. That's the big one right now.

Friday and Sat. I have baby showers. (Which amuses me to no end, as I said originally that I probably wasn't going to have even one shower.)

Anyway- until later!

Can anyone square the so-called "Fairness Act" with the following passage?

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."

Just wondering....

Just a little update

So, I took little Jacob to his first politically conservative function this past Monday... Yes, yes, I know. He's not even here yet and I'm already indoctrinating him. Yes, we start 'em off early!

My mom and I went to a talk summit hosted by a local radio station, KSKY. Dennis Prager, Michael Medved, and Hugh Hewitt were the speakers. It was a lot of fun, but loooong. And the hard, plastic chairs did little for the sciatic nerve pain, but I wouldn't have missed it for anything.



Here's a pic from Monday... Me and Dennis Prager. Very. Tall. Man. I look like a hobbit standing next to him.

On to other matters, for those who are interested, Jacob's birthday should be July 25th. That's the date of the scheduled c-section. And I cannot wait. I am more than ready to have this kid on the outside of my body, thank you very much. As most who know me know, I have not enjoyed the whole pregnancy experience.... at all. There are some women (my sister/cousin, Jenn) who LOVED being pregnant... and then there are people like me (and my little sister/cousin Lindsay) who do NOT LOVE being pregnant... If I've said it once, I'll say it many more times, God invented adoption for people like me.

Anyway, enough griping.

Is it 2009 yet? I am more than ready for the last half of the final season of Battlestar Galactica... I am not a naturally patient person (hush, all those of you who are snickering) and this whole 'have the mid-season finale in June and wait until 2009 to air the last episodes' thing is from the devil. But, it does give me plenty of time to indoctrinate the hubby. Silver lining, I suppose.

Friday's Random Question

Okay... here's an off the wall thought I had....

If human mothers teach their babies how to walk...
And birds teach their young how to fly...

Do fish teach their baby fishes to swim?

Anywhoo.... I now return you to your regularly scheduled day.

It's official, my body is just whacked out.

I do not have gestational diabetes... again.

So, we're kinda back to square one on what the crap is going on with me. The thought now is that, perhaps, my body is just processing carbs straight into glucose..... and that's what is going on. Oy.

And just let me take a moment to whine and complain about the bruising on my inner elbows.... OUCH! And the lovely knot that has formed from the very last stick of the day yesterday.... all I can say is that it's a good thing that one was the last one! It hurt! The tech said that the needle was the same gauge as the butterfly needles that a different tech had been using on me... I think she lied to me.....

Needless to say, none of this has done anything for my needle phobia..... except to make it worse...

Little Boy

That really is a baby... and not an alien... At least that's what the doctor tells me. :-)

I found out this past Friday why I have been sooooooo inhumanly exhausted. I'm severely anemic. Great fun. So, I get to take 325mg of iron twice a day. And..... (this one is tons of laughs) although I passed the 1 hour glucose test that screens for gestational diabetes, my doc says that I am putting out glucose in levels that are freakin' him out. So, I get the great fun and dubious pleasure of going back for the 3 hour glucose test this coming Tuesday. Oh, the joy....

But, hopefully, that will tell us what in the world is going on with my whacked out body. I told my husband that I don't know why this surprised me. Nothing ever comes easy or without "issues" with me. The bum agreed.

Carson Skit #9

Toto, where are you?

California: Where compassion replaced wisdom