Our second support shift has arrived - aunt Carrie left this morning and my parents arrived this afternoon.

Everyday we get a little smarter, learn a few more tricks that make this whole thing a bit easier. It is a facinating experience. He is so awesome, I can't even do him justice by trying to write it out.

Not surprising, my biggest challenge is taking things easy so I bounce back faster. I've already been scolded for overdoing it...but who is surprised? I'm neurotic, type A and have been on bedrest since mid-Feb. And now there is SO MUCH MORE to do. Baby clothes to be washed, closet transitioned from maternity to regular, house to be cleaned. But all this means running stairs a thousand times and that does not a recovered mother make. So I've learned to ask for help, and lots of it.

I still have plans to share details (for those interested) on the labor itself, breastfeeding, the amazing amount of people who come out of the woodwork to offer blessings and presents and maybe a few other gems. It has been such an unbelievable journey.

Just trying to get up and running here. Thank you for all your notes and thoughts. can't wait to introduce you to the little guy.

I Heart Sweat Pants

I must admit that I secretly hoped I'd find a way to live out my final month of pregnancy in sweat pants so I'm not totally disappointed with this situation.

Never one to reduce myself to this item of clothing in ordinary times, I can't get enough of them in pregnancy.

Especially now as my belly expands and waistbands seem like an inhuman torture device, they are just glorious. And they aren't exactly SWEAT PANTS in the traditional 80s eyesore type of way - they are cute exercise pants from Lululemon. So I haven't totally lost my fashion sense.

But I have no complaints about wearing unrestricted cotton for the next few weeks...