Here's the story. I went into labor around 12:30 am on Saturday morning. I woke up The Man around 1:00 am to inform him I might be in labor. I spent the next hour in denial until the pain was a bit too much. So we called the Holmes' at 2:00 am to come stay with the Boy. 
I spent two plus hours in triage because the woman next to me decided to have her baby then and there. When I got to the hospital I was dialated to about a two and by the time I got my epidural an eternity later, I was already a seven. Holy pain. I was not made for labor. 
The Girl's heart rate dropped shortly after the epidural. My room went from having three people to about ten people in a matter of seconds. A few shots of this and that along with some fast acting staff and things went back to normal quickly, though. She was born at 6:12 am - delivered by Dr. Duguid, Nurse Tracy, and friend and medical student Stephanie (who had her baby the next day!). 
Car seat: Check
One more month.
The Boy and I were on our way out the door yesterday when I asked if he needed to use the bathroom first. To which he responded,
Mhm. That's snow on the mat, and no, it was most certainly not welcome. That day started out rainy, turned to snow, got sunny, and then rainy/snowy again. One thing I've learned not to say after living here 8 years, "That was probably the last time it will snow." Incidentally, there is rain/snow in the forecast this week.
I set up as much of the 
We have also made the Boy give up the last of his bumpers, which was like his security blanket, by bribing him with new Dr. Seuss alphabet sheets. He loved them at first, but the novelty is starting to wear off and he is asking for his "night-night" back. Hopefully that will go away before the little one arrives.
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He was very sweet to him and so soft. He told him all sorts of things about growing up. I was very encouraged until the end of the day came and the Boy resolutely stated: "I want baby to go home now." Oh dear.
This will be great for nursing once little girl arrives this summer. He also did all of the dishes AND laundry. Seriously. He did that. Ain't he great?
The people that arranged it also had music going for the dancing type. The Man was a very good sport and took the floor with me a few times, only one of which was a slow dance to the infamous "The Lady in Red".
It was all very well and good until I pinched a nerve in my back dancing to Jay Sean. I'm old and pregnant...what can I say?
I made this cute birthday banner at the last second (shout out to Amy for sewing the ribbon on for me). I got the idea from my friend, 
The Boy woke up to birthday balloons and a crown. He's happy to show everyone now that he is three.
I made him a pancake breakfast, which was met with less welcome than I thought, but that's okay. I'm thinking French toast next year.
The Boy came home to have his favorite dinner of spaghetti, and holy cow can that kid eat.
That was followed by opening presents. One of the things we got him was a reversible Superman/Batman cape, which he only takes off at my request now. He also got an etch-a-sketch that he loves, some much needed puzzles, a Leapster that is hard for him to put down, and an addition to his race track that makes it way more fun.
Finally, we ended with Mint Chocolate Chip and Brownie ice cream cake - his request and I wasn't about to complain.
We had to call a plumber to snake our toilet, which has been partially clogged since Christmas. He called me to let me know he was on his way. Once he got here, I was in the bathroom with him describing the problem when his cell phone rang. I stepped out of the room to let him take the call. The Boy was in the living room watching T.V. so I decided to check on him.
The Boy enjoyed the grilled cheese sandwich, chicken noodle soup, chocolate chip cookies, and watching firefighter Jason slide down the pole. Does it get any cooler for a 3 year old boy?
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