Post-Partum Post

Just a quick update before Tobe and Daddy wake up.

The Man, The Myth, The Legend, Tobin Samuel Sincoff, has arrived! He was born at 4:47 pm on Thursday, December 4, 2008 weighing in at 6 lb 5 oz and measuring 18 1/2 inches. He is fantastically beautiful and healthy.

Ethan and I are exhausted, but overjoyed. My boys are napping on the couch as I type this (Tobe's in the Baby Hawk carrier strapped to Ethan's chest). I'm taking advantage of this break in the action for some "me time"--checking email and posting to the ol' blog.

The surgery went off w/o a hitch. I'm still a little sore, so utilizing my Percoset Rx, but feel great in general.

BFF Kayly is here to help (bless her heart). She made us a wonderful dinner tonight and saw me through my first sleep dep/hormonal imbalance shitfit. I felt soooooooooooooooo much better afterward.

I'm going to wake the little man up for pre-bed feeding in the hopes that he'll give Ethan and I at least 3 good hours of uninterrupted sleep. Keep your fingers crossed for us!

I'll leave you with a picture of Tobin emerging in all his purple, screaming glory and my favorite picture of our very first meeting. I'll post more pics when I'm well-rested enough that I remember to pull my underwear down before peeing. A crisis was narrowly averted, but it took me a sec to figure out why the seat wasn't cold.

Ooey gooey, fresh and jewy!!

So you're the little punk that's been pulverizing my innards for months...

OH! And congratulations to my friends Till and Sophie who both celebrated the births of beautiful baby girls on December 6th and 9th respectively. Discussions of arranged marriages and dowries are already in progress...

Movin' Right Along

I can't say I'm 100% better after having been to my osteopath, but I'd give it a solid 85%--and that's a WORLD of difference. I have to expect some discomfort toting around a 6.5 month fetus and all his accoutrements. I accept that. However, I must say that I am noticeably more mobile and comfortable than I was prior to my visit. Now I only have any real hip or pelvic discomfort when I sit or lie in one position for an extended time and then try to get up. Otherwise, I'm rocking and rolling.

My carpal tunnel pain had mostly subsided before I saw him, and has since gone completely bye-bye. Unfortunately, Ethan's carpal tunnel symptoms are back, so at least he'll get some use out of the heaty sock/tube thingies full of fake rice that I bought for mine.

If I might give myself a small pat on the back, I've been doing a stellar job of controlling my blood sugar. I can be a good girl when it's absolutely necessary (and only then).

In non-preggo news, tomorrow is Ethan's birthday! He is an incredibly dashing, sexy 38 years old tomorrow. I tell him every year that he just gets sexier and sexier, but he refuses to believe me. He's just starting to get a few grey hairs around his temples. I'm hoping they turn into those sexy salt and pepper stripes that some men get (think Pierce Brosnan, not Paulie Walnuts).

YES!!!

Nooooooooooooooooo....

We're having a romantic fancy shmancy dinner tomorrow night just the two of us. I also bought him tickets to see his favorite band, Squeeze, at Radio City Music Hall. I gotta spoil him one last time before the kid pops out. Soon enough, I'll be too round and inert to do so.

In my best Marilyn voice...

Happy Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirthday, Mr. Sincoff. Happy Birthday to you!