Once Upon A Time

I was pregnant and it was hot and I went to the fair.
Seriously, my favorite thing. The fair, that is. Not being hot.

Baby Mine

It has been fun shooting a little film lately. Next year, medium format.

Liam Turns 1

My cute sister was in town in September to help throw me a shower (how sweet is that?) Since the whole family was in town we also celebrated her little boy's big day. My nephew is a doll and Taryn gives the best parties. We miss them bunches.

{Jealous Much?}

Ok, to clarify, the dog is jealous.

{Silly Girl}

Sometimes Lucy makes sounds like a baby dinosaur.

At least, what I think a baby dinosaur sounds like.

{The Family}

We had some pre-baby photos taken by the fabulous Allison back in September. I received the DVD this weekend, so I thought I'd share some favorites. I'm so happy with how they turned out. I was starting to feel HUGE! at this point (AKA not cute), but the pics are exactly what I wanted.
Thanks Allison!

{Sometimes}

being a baby is rough.

{I Can't Decide}

If Lucy is a Poopy Princess or a Spit-Up Princess. Today it is a tie.

{My Sweet Baby Lucy}

Is growing up too fast.

{Birth Story, Part Something}

So, I thought I'd put down a few bits and pieces from Lucy's birth. Just for fun and so I can remember. We didn't take a lot of pictures (we do have some video). I had been debating back and forth about having a photographer come, but my water broke before I had made up my mind. There was only Scott in the room and he was busy helping me, so, minimal pictures. Probably just as well, because I didn't look fabulous in the ones we did take.

Anyway, I had gone to my Dr. appointment on Monday morning and Natalie said it looked like I was getting close. This kind of freaked me out. I called Scott and to let him know and went home to get my orders done. There was about a week's worth of work that I needed to finish before the baby came and I realized I didn't have a lot of time.
I also wasn't having a cute day. I was late to my appointment, so I had taken a quick shower, but didn't finish getting ready. When I got home I immediately started working and continued working through lunch. By the time Scott came home I was exhausted and hungry. He ran to the store to get some stuff for dinner and I went downstairs and laid down. My dad was over helping us fix our stove and when I got up to say hi, my water broke. All I could think was, "I'm not ready!" I had this vision of me being showered and clean and pretty, everything packed, room finished, orders done, hair cut (bang trim scheduled for Tuesday), etc., etc.

I called the hospital and they said come in right away and that I didn't have enough time to shower or eat. I was so, so, so hungry by this point and started shaking I was so nervous. In the midst of my mini-panic attack I put Scott to work cleaning (I seriously wanted a clean house before the baby came). So, I'm running around the house trying to remember everything, Scott is moping the floor and I put my dad to work taking the garbage out. We had to find a place for Oliver, Scott had to pack a bag and then we left. Half an hour after my water broke we were at the hospital and I was still shaking. I was planning on mentally preparing for birth maybe on Thursday. I didn't have time to think about it before then. Labor=scary=denial that it was going to happen. Delivering a week early was definitely messing with me.

Finally, we were there, I was changed and they were checking me telling me I was at a 3.5 and having contractions. They kept asking me if I could feel anything and I kept saying no. I think this is where I started to calm down, once I realized that I have been probably having contractions for weeks now and didn't even know. By the time I got to a 4 and still hadn't felt anything I decided I had enough energy to continue working. That's right. I sent Scott home for my laptop and I worked on editing a wedding in labor. Props right? I'm so dedicated. Scott kept saying I should sleep, but you know me.
So, that is where I'm going to leave this. Me, dilated to a 4 at 12am, propped up on a hospital bed working on weddings; Scott shaking his head.