Baby Conrad

Baby Conrad is finally here! So here's how everything went down...

I called Johnny at work on Friday and told him I needed to get out of the house. I couldn't handle chasing Drakie and Bubbs around, 9 1/2 months pregnant, any longer and wanted to go on a date. We went out for some sushi (yes, I eat sushi throughout my whole pregnancy) and talked about how we were so not prepared to have another baby. We didn't have a name picked out, the nursery wasn't finished, I hadn't sorted all the baby clothes yet, and on and on.

After dinner I wanted to go walk around somewhere to try and make the baby come, but I ran out of energy just thinking of where to go walk around and we instead decided to go home.

We got home, went to bed, and at about 12:30am I woke up thinking I had wet the bed. This wouldn't be too odd considering I chew 4 1/2 cups of ice before bed, but I wasn't quite sure. I woke Johnny up and told him to see if I wet the bed or if my water had broken, and he said "no, gross." So I rolled out of bed and sure enough, it was like the Mississippi River. I waddled around the room, grabbed a few things, called my mom to come over, and got ready to head to the hospital. (I wouldn't have lost so much water had Johnny not pretended to jump over huge puddles everywhere I walked, making me laughing harder, pushing more water out).

We got to the hospital about 1:15am, got settled in our room, and then had loads of time to kill. Johnny slept on a pullout bed until the pitocin I'd been given to put me into labor kicked in. I just hung out, tried to sleep, and played solitaire on my phone. At about 6:00am I woke him up so he could hold my hand through the most painful contractions EVER, and then finally got my epidural. We talked about what to name the little guy and decided on Conrad James Hanna (Conrad had been a favorite from the beginning, and James is my dads middle name). At about 7:17am they said I could start pushing, and at 7:20, after one push, little Conrad was born!

8lbs 13oz, 20 inches, and as healthy as can be. He's as enthusiastic an eater as his brothers, and has been very pleasant so far, only crying to eat.

I'm adjusting to having three boys under three years old and am happy to be able to breath again!