What a whirlwind.... updates to come... for all you followers. Nothing wrong with a private online journal. Remember LiveJournal?

Is it wrong?

You be the judge. I want to drive more traffic to a certain blog. Should I exploit my unborn daughter in order to do so by withholding details on her progress? Could I instead direct them from my facebook page to here to find out more? Well here we are, so the question is a bit rhetorical.

Okay so for historical purposes lets do a little bit of a catch up. We have completed our first three semesters of nursing school. This last semester was a definite challenge but we faced it head on and loved every minute of it (of course complaining the whole way). I had a chance to work with CJW pediatric and PICU team which was a blast. However, more importantly, I really noticed a sense of family emerge amongst our fellow RN students. Not just among the clinical groups but overall. It seems as though Claire has, without even setting foot on this earth, rallied some wonderful people around the idea of new life, love and family. Who knew our girl would be so powerful so soon.

Well that leads me to what everyone has been posting, texting, calling and asking about. Baby Claire has yet to make her appearance. We are now technically 40wks and 3 days. Because we are going the natural route we will not be doing any interventions until she reaches 42 and 5 days. So every day is getting harder than the next but we are doing well. This break has been a godsend and has allowed us a lot of time to get everything in order and really enjoy some quality time.


.....Hey maybe you will enjoy this rather than a one liner on the FB lol idk my bffs jk omg btw stfu

update

Well I am really starting to focus on my love of the smaller patient. Its more than just the fact that they can't talk back and ring out for gingerale q10mins. I am just fascinated by the NICU patient pop and all the intricate and delicate balance in interventions. I feel like it draws parallels to micro-electronics. We are slowly creeping through these semesters now in our pediatric, women's health, and mental health.

In other news: Mommy won a clinical achievement award and I won a clinical achievement award and the honors award. So basically I am smarter than mommy ;0)

Working two jobs going to school full time and now getting ready to move in with grandma and grandpa is proving to be wuite the challenge so I think I may be leaving EMS for a while.

If you could only know how much mommy is suffering with a constant stuffy nose while you are playing around having the time of your life in her snug belly!!!! You're not making a great first impression.... but it's definitely making us want to meet you even faster than before. Don't rush it though. You just go ahead and enjoy that comfy spot with Mommy's heartbeat and voice. I hope you can hear me too! Okay got to go for now. I'm gonna write some more for you to read later but for now, once again, momma needs some tissues ;0)

Futball Americano

Just like how I feel as though sometimes I was put on this earth to make people laugh or to somehow feel better about themselves in comparison.... I also feel like I made a convenient excuse for a large section of my "family" to not make it to my wedding. I really am not bitter I just can't help but wonder that even if I'd gotten the invites out earlier than six weeks... would it have just made it a little harder to think of a reason why they couldn't make it. Ever since Col. Roye passed, grandpa, the life blood, we just haven't been able to hold it together. Not even a family reunion. Maybe they do still all talk with each other and make trips and efforts to connect as a family. Maybe I've just been blackballed like they did my mother. My mother, hey, she'll be there. That's all I need. I am a momma's boy after it's all said and done.

Here's to building a new strong family. I love you guys.

Little one kicked the night before last. I felt your foot. Or maybe it was your head. You can use both in soccer you know. So well played little baby, well played.

A penny for your thoughts??

Drama at school... drama at work... drama with the wedding.... and the man still sits on the corner in week old clothes, clinging to the last moments of daylight to beg for a dolla' or a dime. Granted, it was broad and 18th which is a permanent spot for rotating vagrancy but it puts life in perspective. So if it costs a dollar for me to be given a lesson in how things could always be half past shittier... then so be it. I can always brush my shoulders off. Some can't.

Gloves

Here is my future wife and mother of my child attempting to sterilize for an OR. We did scrub practice in school today. My course coordinator scored major points with me today for recording and posting this.