I realize that there are few, if any of you, who still follow my little blog here. And that's okay. My 8 month hiatus wasn't something I anticipated returning from to a group of hopeful readers. But in the off chance that any of you are still around, I'm back! And feel the need to catch up on what's been happening around here lately. Because boy, has there been a lot happening! 8 months is a lot to catch up on though and since those of you who are still around are probably a little annoyed, I figure I better not push my luck and expect you to respond to the novel length post that would cover 8ish months of big news. Thus, I have prepared a condensed version.
April: Find out we're pregnant again. And instantly get excited ( and sick).
May- September: Puke, puke, puke. Down 20 lbs. Being pregnant was hard. Thus the 8 month hiatus from the blog-o-sphere. And manage to take only 2 pictures of the pregnant belly.
24 weeks.
30 something weeks?
October: Still pukey, but only in the morning. Super fun Halloween party.
November: Some scary Dr. appointments. Our peanut wasn't growing quite as fast as they wanted. And her Jacuzzi water was a little low. And she was totally breech. Insert an overnighter at the hospital with the possibility of delivering at 35 1/2 weeks. Scary night. 
Dodge a bullet and go home for a week of bedrest. Fast forward one week and another scary dr. appointment. Decide no matter what to deliver at 37 weeks.
Fast forward 2 days. Really scary dr. appointment. It's like the plug has been pulled on Peanuts nice Jacuzzi, and it is just about drained. To add to the scariness an hour long NST ( I loathe NST's, talk about uncomfortable and boring) reveals a low energy baby too.Fast forward 2 hours (past a nervour phone call to daddy who rushes home)- In the hospital awaiting the dr for our emergency c section (dang breech baby).
The last belly picture.
The last pre parenthood picture =)
Fast forward 1 hour: Doctor arrives. Dad has an anxiety attack.
Fast forward 5 minutes: Spinal anesthetic administered. Dad pulls it together. Operation starts.
5 minutes later: A baby squeals, mom cries, dad smiles, and we're in love. A few weeks earlier than we anticipated, but as ready as she needed to be, Chailee was 5 lbs 9 oz, and healthy as can be. She came right to our room, and I've been holding her ever since.
That my friends is the condensed (honestly) version of our year. Now the fun really begins.
