I'm so glad I have pictures to document his first few weeks, because I really don't remember much. No sleep does that to you!

In his swing.

This was the picture we used for his birth announcements. SO cute.

These are some oh so cute outfits and boots that my Great Aunt Peggy made for Roman (and the blanket too). Sorry for the not so great quality, I'm still figuring my camera out

Yes my friends, it hurts. Yes, get the epidural. Yes, you too, can do it.
This is most defnitely taken post-epidural, after many tears and contractions. (Notice the tre chic hat they let you wear to be fashionable for the big epidural event).

Finally, after 3+ hours of pushing, Roman arrived on June 2nd, 6:41 p.m., 7 lbs. 7oz. and 19 inches long. THANK GOD. Is that an alien you ask? Nope, that's my goopy new born, and I was happy to meet him and have him OUT! Whew.

Our first family pic.

He's not enjoying all the pinching and prodding and nakedness. Sorry kid.

All bundled and snuggly and wide-eyed and cute. And I LOVE HIM

While Roman sleeps, I'm going to try to back track and catch up on this a little bit. I was unable to update at the end of my pregnancy due to a third trimester condition known as laziness. It was a pretty severe case. This may take a few posts to catch up on, but bear with me as I try to bring this thing into the present.
Here we are all smiles on our way to the hospital to being induced. All smiles. Obviously no pain.

Another pregnancy condition known as rear end whale-us maximus.

Nothing new or exciting to report, just thought I'd update a little bit. I feel like now we're just waiting for Roman to be here, now that we've pretty much got everything we need, washed, and set up and ready for him. I'm not getting a whole lot of sleep, but from what we constantly hear, that won't be returning anytime soon.
I could however, do without the teeny tiny bladder, the major heartburn, swelling of my hands and feet (I had to take off my wedding rings, for fear them getting stuck. Sad day) and the explosion of skin tags that have popped up on my chest. Not so cute and glowy anymore.
As far as Roman's progress, he's of course doing great. Still has a strong heartbeat and steady growth. Last week they monitered his heartbeat and I think it was also a stress test. Anyway, it required that the moniters be strapped to my belly for 10 minutes. Roman would have none of it. He kicked them off SEVERAL times and squirmed as much as he could so that what should've taken 10 minutes took 20. I'm in fear of what he'll do out of the womb. Oi vey.

Today is 34 weeks, and I had another Dr.'s appointment. Everything looks good so far, and she said the baby's about 41/2 lbs right now. By her guesstimations, Roman will be 7-71/2 lbs when he's born. He's got a very healthy heartbeat, all his organs look good, and he's pretty much done cookin' except his lungs need a little more maturing.
The Dr. kept trying to get a good face shot of him, but he was being very stubborn and did not want his picture taken. Sounds like someone else I know. ( Don't worry Fernando, I won't mention any names.) Here are some pictures we were able to get of the cute chubby baby:




Trying to be crafty and use his hand as a shield from the camera.

His Cute Hand

And Here's a picture of the not so cute chubby mommy:

I'm very happy that the baby is healthy and growing strong, but I'm definitely ready to be able to breathe again. And it will be nice to sleep without my hips hurting throughout the night, and no more karate chops in the ribs and abdomen. Only 6 more weeks! (I hope!)

This post has nothing to do with being pregnant or Roman. I think.

Anyway, on Sunday, Fernando and I decided to try a restaurant in Ray City, (which is where we live, but normally eat out in Valdosta because way more options there). So we head out only to discover that the TWO restaurants in Ray City are closed on Sundays. Woot for small town!

Then we head north to Nashville, which is only this much bigger than Ray City, but has a few chain restaurants to choose from. So we take that great "Sunday Drive" down highway 125 to get there. (BTW, 125 is only a two lane highway, but also the main road in and out of Ray City and Nashville, and known for fast speeding vehicles). As were driving, we noticed a small animal right smack dab in the middle of the lane. This is not unusual, because there is SERIOUSLY new roadkill everyday here. However, as we drove past, we noticed a small difference in this one. It had no fur, but a shell, and was alive. So we, being the awesomely compassionate people we are, turn around and pull over so that Fernando can help the little guy out. We put our hazard lights on and Fernando nudges the turtle with his foot to make sure he is alive (which he was) and comes back to the car to get a rag to carry the turtle across the road. While he's getting the rag out of the trunk of the car, a truck behind us doesn't bother to slow down, only drives in the middle of the road to avoid us and pays NO ATTENTION TO THE TURTLE WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE!!! Fernando and I both turn our heads avoiding what we both are sure is the end of the turtle. (I'm watching all this safely from within the car by the way.) This is a good day for turtle, though. The turtle wasn't hit at all, he went through the exact middle of the truck safely, rather than being squished by the tires. Whew.

Then Fernando goes and picks the turtle up and all of a sudden the turtle starts hissing at him! So Fernando tries to hurry across the road, and then the turtle starts wiggling crazy-like and going frantic, and Fernando lost his grip on Mr. Turtle and drops him. (Thankfully onto the grass!) However, there was a bunch of water at the bottom of the ditch that Fernando let him go near, and Fernando wasn't able to spot him. So we hope that he was a water turtle that can swim. Otherwise, all that effort was in vain to save a stupid turtle that was trying to go all ninja on Fernando.

We did however enjoy lunch at Pizza Hut in Nashville. Which IS open on Sundays.

P.S. Ironically, Roman's room has a turtle theme. I hope that's not some kind of omen!