Joe graduated this semester. I’m very happy and proud of him. I know too many people who take way too long to get through school–but my husband is done with his Bachelor’s. We are planning on going to grad school in the summer or fall so Joe can be a physical therapist. All done applying to schools, just waiting to here back.

Joe also has a new job working grave at Icon doing assembly line. Not the most exciting–but he’ll make good money and it will only be for a few months. Peter had his two month shots and did wonderfully. He is also  starting to sleep at night better. Only woke up once last night to feed him. He is crying less, smiling more and still growing tons.

It’s been a great week. We put up our Christmas tree, outdoor lights, and wrapped presents. The next day we had a ton of snow, so its beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. On Sunday, Peter was blessed by his Dad. It was a very sweet experience. Afterwards, we packed our apartment with all the relatives. I wasn’t quite sure we could fit everyone, but it worked out pretty well.

Peter is happier and less fussy, which means I have more time on my hands and I’m not so much on edge. He also is sleeping not too bad at night–I’ve gone from getting up three times to getting up twice. The best thing is he recognizes me and smiles at me. I love the fact that he calms down and cheers up for me.

Peter is smiling at us. In the mornings, after he wakes up and eats, I’ll lay him down on the floor and he kicks and moves his arms and is just as happy as can be. It was where I got the first really good smile from him.

This is from an article about crazy google interview questions. I figured this out.

You have eight balls all of the same size… …7 of them weigh the same, and one of them weighs slightly more. How can you find the ball that is heavier by using a balance and only two weighings?

Have fun.

So I was thinking this morning, and realized something. The harder you work, the easier things get. For instance–if you study hard for a test, the test is easy. And if you put your laundry away right after it’s done, you don’t have to later iron. Anyway–it made me motivated to do better.

We went up to my Grandparents yesterday and had lots of fun. Peoa is always a fun visit.

This morning, I was feeding Peter at 6:00, hoping he would go back to sleep. Instead he decided to poop a ton. I went to change him–and he went so much it had escaped his diaper. I decided the onsie was a goner, so instead of pulling it over his head and getting poop all over baby, I cut it off. I finally got him cleaned up and in new clothes. He was quite awake by this time, and as I was playing with him he spit up quite a bit all over his new clothes. I decided just to give him a bath. After that and a lot of time with the binky, he did go back asleep.

Peter is getting fat, I’m getting used to disjointed sleep, and the warm November is absolutely amazing. Here’s the pictures my sister took for me:

A lovely baby who had his first bath today. He liked it better than a sponge bath.

A baby who is growing. He was 9 lbs 1 oz and 22.5 inches at the doctors office yesterday.

Fitting into my pre-pregnancy pants and losing my stomach two weeks after giving birth.

No longer being pregnant and being tired no longer how long I slept, itching and being unable to tie my shoes.

Not having to go to work.

Afternoon naps, and walks in the beautiful fall weather. Except it snowed today, so the walks might end.

Visits from Grandma–who absolutely loves Peter and provides dinner.

Space heaters for the drafty apartment.

A husband who works long hours, goes to school, all with no complaining and a kiss for his wife and son. I’m lucky to have him so I can be home. He’s amazing.

I’m having a great time learning how to be a mom to my very helpless little boy. Sometimes its a little frustrating, usually unpredictable, but also full of good moments. Some things that I wish didn’t happen:

• He apparently decides he’s done eating, but as soon as I put him down and climb back into bed, he starts crying again
• I change his diaper, only to hear a wonderful juicy fart minutes later
• Crying with apparently no reason–luckily he doesn’t do this too often.
• He hates diaper changes and baths

The best moments have been when he slept a four hour stretch at night (it’s only happened once), taking walks with him, and him looking at me.

So on Monday I went in for my prenatal appointment, and mentioned I had been itchy. My doctor sent me up to labor and delivery. Apparently I had intrahepatic chloestasis of pregnancy, which has something to do with my liver and bile acids, and can cause potential problems including stillbirths. I called Joe, and they induced me. Labor went pretty well, and I didn’t get an epidural. The worst part was pushing for a very long time when I was very tired. Six hours later at 7:15, I had a healthy baby boy. He was 8 lbs 2 ounces, and 21.5 inches long and we named him Peter Eric.  He’s long and pretty skinny like his parents. We are doing great at home now. Grandma (my mom) is helping out, and I am loving being a mom. Joe will just look at Peter and cuddle with him when he gets home.

So my family made predictions on how big the baby would be. You are free to as well. Here they are:

Heather: 6 lbs 11 oz. 19″

Joe: 7.8, 21

Dillon: 8.2, 21

Mom: 8.3 20

Dan: 8.1, 20

Ben: 9.0, 21

Clarissa: 8.6, 20

Will: 8.0, 22

Dad: 8.14, 19.5

The average for all of those is 8 lbs 1 oz, and 20 inches. The winner gets an unknown prize.

He should be here sometime in the next four weeks. Kinda strange just not having any idea when he will be here. In the meantime, I’m staying busy. Still working a tiny bit, and reading, cooking, cleaning. I had great fun last week going to my Mom’s and making applesauce. (My mom is amazing. I have a years supply of applesauce to prove it). Joe would love it if he came Friday–that is when Fall break is. But I doubt he’ll come on the date we want him to.