October 23

Today is my due date.

Stretch

Stir crazy

I've been dealing with an infected incision, changing dressings and monitoring healing which makes me sick to my stomach, and having to take it easier than a regular C-section recoverer. No walks around the block, limited trips up and down the stairs, and not picking up anything heavier than Miss Eleanor. I'm a naturally lazy person so these orders would seem to suit me, but instead I'm going stir crazy. Top it off with non-functioning cable/Internet, and Nang has joined my stir crazy train (Sunday at noon was a sad sight around here with no football). We are both pouty puppies.
Ellie's only 8 days old, but this little peanut is making it all not feel so bad.

Dance face

William and Nang car dance to rap when I'm not along for the ride. When Nang tries to get Big Dub to dance to other types of music, little mister informs his driver and DJ that it isn't the right music. This is his dance face. I wasn't sure where he came up with the idea that duck lips were essential to getting his groove on, and then I looked over at Nang's car dance, and found the source.

That's why they call it labor...

It isn't for sissies!

Welcome, sweet pea!

Nang assumed creative control of the pics of Eleanor, and this is the first he gave "official" permission to publish. Welcome, BGN!
Born 10/12/12
Weighing 6lbs 8ozs
Measuring 19-1/4" long
Mom's hanging in there (C-Section babies are sweet and round but leave behind alot of healing to be done), and baby is thriving - sleeping, eating, and pooping (Nang already had a talk with her about the price of diapers, and not wasting them by pooping 3 times at each feeding). Just wait, Ba. Looking good ain't cheap!

Ahead of schedule

Eleanor arrived a week and a half early, and I was completely unprepared. William cooked almost perfectly to his due date, so we expected the same of BGN (baby girl ngo). This morning, reminders came up on our phone that she should have been just entering the world. Guess she was laughing at our plans!

New shoes and fake smiles

Finally some flip flops that fit (he's been teetering in a pair that were 2 sizes too small for weeks). Nang thinks he doesn't need new sandals because winter's coming, and I say that a Vietnamese baby NEEDS his open-toed footwear. Duh!

Why prego shouldn't go to Sam's by herself

FOUR boxes. Yeah.