New Year's Goal = bust (insert sigh)

I tried...I really did.  I had the best of intentions of posting sooner than now.  If we could be judged by intentions, I'm pretty sure I'd be up there close to first place if there were a contest.  Can I say it's a goal of mine to follow through more this year?  Would you believe me?  If not, I guess that would also help me continue to own the fact that I'm a procrastinator.  And if I ever let go of that, I just wouldn't be me  ;)

Anyway, while I intend to eventually write Abram's birth story on here (before I forget all the details), since it's getting close to his bed time when Matt & I like to chill out together, I will instead write why I LOVE my new job...being a mommy.

What I love about Motherhood...

• that I used to be pretty meticulous about my clothing, meaning if I smelled the least bit of B.O., I would change clothes as soon as I could

...& that now if spit up, snot, drool, poop, or pee magically appear on my person, I laugh, look at Abram, & talk to him about how silly he is for messing up Mommy's clothes.  And (gasp) half the time, I don't pause to change because I'm taking care of him & then before I know it, I'm sniffing around wondering what that smell is (& then I change).

• that I never used to think I would care about half the things I do now (natural childbirth, cloth diapering, eventually making A.B.'s baby food, exclusively nursing him until he's 6 months old [& continue to nurse at least once a day after that until he's 1], delaying & selecting which vaccines he will get...& a million other things I can't seem to think of now)

...& that I could care less for things I once thought we so important (sleeping in, spending $ on myself, cable TV [the 1st thing to go if we need to cut back], going out to a movie every once in a while, teaching Phys. Ed. [not that teaching doesn't matter, it totally does.  But if I ever go back to it, I will always know that what I teach after I get home from school is way more important than what I will ever teach at school]).

• that I used to become a mean mean witch if my sleep ever got interrupted.  I'm serious, I would secretly hold a grudge the whole day if someone's text, phone call, or something else woke me up before I was "ready" to wake up for the day.  If I wasn't able to get a nap to catch up, oh, you had better run (just ask Matt)!  Plus, it would seem to trigger some pretty depressive feelings & I wouldn't be able to get much done since I would be so tired

...& that now I have an "alarm clock" that wakes me from sometimes the deepest & most satisfying slumber to a sleep-deprived headache that takes me the whole day to get rid of, nothing, I mean nothing compares to the way my heart bursts with joy when I see that little smiley face, even if I feel like a zombie.

• that I'm usually a pretty composed person.  I mean, I can get goofy as well as be serious, but you wouldn't catch me dead singing or dancing or cooing or constantly talking in a high-pitched nonsensical gibberish

...& that now I will look like an absolute fool & not think twice about who is watching just to entertain my little guy.

• that I used to wonder how it would be possible to love a person as much as I love Matthew

...& that now it's just like another part of my heart opened up to swell with so much love that my chest literally hurts from happiness.

• that I would be excited to see which of our kids favored which parts of us

...& that I would be so ecstatic to discover every little part of Abram & what makes him part of each of us & our families as well as what makes him him, his own special & incredibly unique person that God knit together.

•  that I could be so thrilled for the future

...& that yet the present would be so utterly amazing.

• that I am FINALLY a mommy

...& that I never realized how amazingly proud I would be once he came.

It's a New Year with Our New Son...

...which means I'll be blogging more (well, that's the idea).

I don't make resolutions (because the Type A in me makes standards way too high than I can reach & then I just get mad at myself), but I do have goals (much more attainable than resolutions).

One of them happens to be to keep up more with this blog, especially because I now have something to blog about...

introducing,

Abram Brian Fohner

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

1:52 AM

9 pounds, 8 ounces

21 & 1/2 inches

Hopefully, I'll be adding his birth story up here within the next week (don't worry, I won't be graphic).

Quick summary...

• I went into labor naturally on the morning I turned 42 Weeks (though he didn't arrive until the following morning making him 15 DAY LATE...whew!)
• We didn't arrive at the hospital until I had been having contractions that were anywhere from 3-5 minutes apart & at least 1 minute long for 5 hours straight (I was 5 centimeters dilated when we got there)
• It took me 17 hours to dilate the last 5 centimeters...ewww
• I was stuck at 9.5 centimeters for 6 (yes, 6) hours without any medication (honestly, it wasn't that painful, just annoying & frustrating that I wasn't progressing like I thought I would/should
• Though it wasn't the worst pain I have ever been in, labor was definitely the hardest workout (with the sweetest reward) that I've ever had...with being a 3-sport high school athlete at Severna Park as well as a 2 sport collegiate athlete at the University of Richmond & Salisbury University, that's saying a lot
• Call me crazy, but I can't wait to do it again!  I LOVE being a mommy  :)

Since my little man is starting to get on a schedule now that he's 3.5 weeks old (he is an amazing baby, I'm not just saying that, he eats like a champ & has been sleeping 6-7 straight through the night since he was 3 weeks old...swaddling is a miracle fix), I'm hoping to be able to blog more, especially since I am taking a Leave of Absence from teaching through the end of the school year...SO EXCITED about that  :)

Speaking of little man, he's stirring from his evening nap.  My favorite job ever (motherhood) is calling...