Happy Birthday Baby John!!

Weighing in at 8lbs 9ozs, measuring 21 1/2 inches long, born by emergency c-section on October 23, 2009 at 4:15pm, please put your hands together for John Phillip Fry!!

Last Friday, I went into the doctor for my weekly fetal non-stress test and while I was hooked up to the fetal monitor they took my blood pressure, which was very high. It has been high throughout the pregnancy, but this was higher then it had ever been, and the doctor came in and told me she wanted me to be admitted until I had the baby because she felt it would be safer for me. When I asked if I would be having the baby that day, she said she thought it would either be that weekend or they would just have me wait until the 30th, which is when I had my original c-section scheduled. So off to the hospital we went, and they put me in the OB Triage to wait for the nurse to be in to get me all set up. Phil and I were in that room for about 5 minutes when the nurse came in and said that the doctor on duty set me up to have my c-section a few hours from then, and they were going to take me to labor and delivery to start getting me prepped. Phil and I just looked at each other like what!!?? It was a total surprise that it was going to be happening right then and there, because I thought for sure they were going to make me wait another week. So I called my mom to tell her and dad to get done there as soon as they can, and off to labor and delivery we went.

After getting prepped and my parents finally getting to the hospital, they had Phil dress in scrubs and took me off to the operating room to get the epidural and start the c-section. I have never been so nervous in my life, I was shaking like a leaf the entire time and nothing I could do could stop that. Luckily the epidural went in without any problems, and once I was laid down on the table and the medicine started kicking in, Phil was brought in to sit next to me. At 4:08pm they started and at 4:15pm John was born. He cried right away and my heart just soared and as soon as they brought him around the curtain and showed him to me I just started crying. He was perfect, and he was ours, and we had waited so long for him. Phil went right over to him and they had him cut the cord and since he was doing so well, they took him to recovery to weigh him and wait for me, and they sent Phil with them while they spent the next 45 minutes putting me back together. I was so impatient the entire time, I just wanted them to hurry up so I could get to recovery and see my baby boy.

In recovery, I was still shaking so bad, and the nurse told me that it is normal, it was just hormones from just having a baby, and it was so bad at first I wasn't able to hold John, but they brought him to me and I just couldn't believe how beautiful he was and that I did that. My family came in two at a time to see him and two hours later, I was transferred to my postpartum room and was finally able to really hold John and check him out, of course checking to make sure he had all his fingers and toes.

I was in the hospital for four days, and was able to come home Tuesday night. John is in perfect health and even though he seems to have his days and nights mixed up and Phil and I pretty much are running on a few hours sleep here and there, we couldn't be prouder of what we have created and the new family we now have. It seems so strange to me at times that I actually have a son. I guess I thought I would never have a child of my own, just like a never thought I would get married, but now I have a family of my own, we just moved into a nice and bigger apartment that allows John to have his own room, a dog that is still trying to figure out what the heck this little person is, and great family and friends that love me and support me along the way. I couldn't be more blessed.

Christmas Celebrations

Hi there blog friends! I hope you all had a happy and safe Christmas. I don't know about you, but I am glad that it is finally over. As much as I love the season, now we have 11 months to relax before doing it all over again.

This Christmas was the first one that Phil and I spent together, and it was a busy weekend. It started Saturday with dinner at my Grandma Beth's house. She made us dinner and gave us some great gifts, including the fish pen for Phil (now he can fish whenever, where ever), and for me a scrap booking kit that I can't wait to open up and start using as soon as I print out some pictures, and the new Harry Potter movie, which I was so happy to get since I missed seeing it in the theater.

Sunday we spent at my Grandma Joan's house with my mom, where we had another dinner and Phil and I received an amazing gift from her, a 26 inch LCD Flat screen HDTV. It is a Christmas/Wedding Present, and let me tell you, you haven't really watched TV until you have watched it in High Def. I swear, it is like you are right there. When they say you can count blades of grass, they really aren't kidding!

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day we spent at my parent's house. Mom and I made dinner together, just like we used to do when I was living at home, and it was just a fun and relaxed holiday.

So needless to say, Phil and I were happy to be able to spend the holiday with family, but very glad that Wednesday we had no where to go and could just spend the evening at home. Of course, this is when I decided I needed to get a cold, and have been dealing with it for the past few days. It doesn't seem to be a very long cold, seeing as I am feeling a lot better then I was yesterday, and it seems to be just a head cold, but it is never fun. At least I wasn't sick for Christmas like I have been the past few years. And I should be all better by New Years'. We are staying in New Years' Eve, since there are so many drunks out there on the roads, but I am going to make a nice dinner and then some snackie type foods for later in the night while we ring in the new year. It should be fun.

I am also working on a blog, sort of a review of my 2007. A lot has happened in my life over the past year, some good, some bad, so look for that blog to come out in the new few days.

Haul Ass!!

I've decided that I need a golf cart. On Saturday, Phil decided he wanted to play golf and asked me to come along with him. We live on a golf course, our backyard overlooks the 6th hole. Only problem is that it was afternoon on a hot, Arizona summer Saturday, and Kimbo doesn't like being out in the hot. Phil, of course, doesn't mind the heat at all, more then likely because he works out in it everyday. Now, of course, I can't golf, so I told Phil if I was going to spend a few hours in over 105+ degree weather, I was driving the golf cart. Being in true Kimbo fashion though, I couldn't just drive the cart nicely..no no no. I hauled ass! It was so much fun! There was no one out on the course, so we pretty much had the whole course to ourselves except for a few times when there would be a golfer ahead of us. And Phil had fun playing a round, and it was nice spending time with him.

Sunday was a pretty relaxing day around here. Phil's brother Mike stopped by to see Phil's new Jeep that he got last week, so I met him for the first time. That's the first member of his family I have met so far. I have to admit I was a little nervous to meet his brother, they are very close and I would hate for his brother not to like me. But all I can be is myself, and just hope that his family will like me, at least even a little bit.

Sitting here looking at the calendar, I realize that next month we'll be in Vegas and I will be a married Kimbo. It's a little strange to think of me being married. I suppose its because I pretty much figured I was never going to get married, and resigned myself to being alone for the rest of my days. Funny how life can twist and turn and take you to unexpected places. But I am going to like married life, I think. So far living with Phil has been pretty damn easy, we get along well, we're not stepping on each other's toes, no fighting. He lets me do my own thing, just as I let him do his, I don't feel like I need to be attached to his hip or anything. I know that if I want to go out without him, he'd be fine with it, and vice versa. I think that's important in a relationship, to be able to spend some time away from each other, so that when your together again, you have things to talk about, and you have a chance to miss the other person. I know that when he is at work during the week, I miss him like crazy until he comes home. But my favorite part of the day is after dinner, when the dishes are done and the house is closed up for the night, and he and I just snuggle up in bed, watching TV and talking and laughing until its time to go to bed. That's what I am looking forward to having for the rest of my life.

Meeting the folks

Sunday night we took my dad out to celebrate his birthday by seeing the new Pirates movie, and taking him out to dinner. They invited Phil to come with us, so that they could meet him.

We saw the movie first, and we were all not impressed by this third Pirates movie. There was way too many different plot points going on that made it hard to follow, and it seemed to drag on for way too long. Of course, they left it open for a 4th movie, but I don't know, I think in order for a 4th movie to be successful, they are really going to have to do better then this one. But that's just my opinion. Some people I know saw it and loved it.

After the movie we went over to dinner. The food was good and my parents thought Phil was a nice guy and they were happy to meet him. Its always nerve-wrecking though, meeting the parents of the person your dating, let alone the person you are going to marry. I had no doubts though that they would like him, because really, there isn't anything not to like about him. He is such a wonderful guy.

Of course now that we're getting married, everyone wants to meet him. Tomorrow night we are having dinner at my grandma's house in Scottsdale, and then next Friday we're having dinner at my grandma's in Chandler. They are both anxious to meet him, and I know that like my parents, they are going to love him as well.

Just thoughts....

My Saturday night has been pretty quiet. Phil is out fishing with his brother tonight (because apparently you fish for catfish at night...see you do learn something new everyday!), so I've watched two movies: Pirates of the Caribbean 2 (since I am going to see the new third installment tomorrow) and The Naked Mile. But I've been doing a lot of thinking about things today.

As each day ticks by, it gets closer and closer to August, and closer and closer to the day we get married. Phil's wedding ring was delivered the other day. As soon as I got the package I tore it open and just sat there at my desk, staring at it, thinking, "Wow". It made this whole seem thing real, I suppose. And last night when I got home I saw a package sitting out by the front door and it happened to be the wedding present I bought for him. I find that I keep looking at the ring, imagining what it will be like to say vows to each other and exchange rings, and make that commitment to each other. But then I worry. I've never been married before, what if I don't know how to be a good wife? What if I can't contribute enough financially? I don't want him to resent me because I make so little a month, thanks to the government. And I know he wouldn't, but its a thought in my head. I want to do my part in this marriage. I want to make him happy. I just feel like there is so much I don't know about how to be an adult, for some reason. Maybe this all has to do with my birthday coming up, just one more year closer to 30, and I look back and wonder what the hell have I accomplished so far. I feel like I am behind. My high school reunion is coming up in October and looking at my alumni page, everyone seems to be married and have kids and careers, and I am almost 28 years old and still living at home, unable to work anymore, wanting independence.

But then I look back, and I think of all the things I have done. I've grown up, I've learned to be a women, how to take care of myself, my likes and dislikes, my morals and opinions. I went to school and earned an Associates Degree. Life has taken me for a joy ride and I have come up with my head held high and a smile on my face. I built myself a career that even though I am unable to do now, I could always fall back on it if need be. Now I enter a new chapter in my life, and I am going to take all the experiences I have had so far, and just add to it. I just hope I am good at this whole being married thing. I just want us to have a happy life together.

Besides that, when I came on here tonight to blog, I saw I had a blog comment on the blog I wrote about my wedding news. Much to my surprise, it was from my actual dad. It has been a long time since I have heard from him. Not sure what to make of it. Its nice that he wrote me. But in a way I feel he's putting the fact that we have no relationship all on me, like I want nothing to do with him. This has never been the case. I've tried to have a relationship with him, when I came back to Arizona after living in Florida, I tried opening the door, even saying let's just be friends. But I got nothing, no phone calls, no emails, no nothing. It seemed to me that he was the one who didn't want any contact with me, and after awhile, I just gave up. I always have, and still do, have respect for him, he's my father after all, and growing up he worked hard to make sure we had a nice home and nice things, and food on the table. But after my parents divorced, and mom and I moved to Florida, it just seems like whatever relationship we had just went out the window. I'm not saying I am perfect, but I think I was a pretty good daughter, still am. I was never a bad kid growing up, I didn't cause a lot of trouble. So I wonder why he doesn't seem to want anything to do with me. Maybe he just never really wanted to be a father. I don't know. I think its a shame that he doesn't know the women I have become. But then I get this comment from his tonight and he says he's leaving it up to me. So, I'll try again. If he wants to talk, wants to get together, work things out, whatever, then I am here, I am open to that. But its a two-way street.