Finally....

My beautiful little girl Marissa Caroline Plante has arrived. She was born on Sunday, May 18 at 10:30am and weighed in at a whopping 9lbs. Her birth was a truly wonderful experience. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Big brother Aiden is in love as is her daddy.

All good things come to those who wait - BITE ME!!

Ok, I have been patient. I am excited and anxious to meet this little person, who is invading so much space in my belly. I have had the ultimate pleasure of putting all my energy into my son and myself this past week, which I have thoroughly enjoyed, BUT I am now 8 days overdue with a baby who is quickly running out of room and I am so, so very tired of swollen feet, heartburn, nausea and watching Dr.Phil. My patience is quickly depleting. Every overdue woman should come with warning labels. Mine would read: "CAUTION - Contents Under extreme Emotional Pressure"

I was at the hospital yesterday and my OB/GYN was on call. He did everything he could to get me admitted and induced but alas, it wasn't meant to be. A couple of nurses had called in sick and they were short staffed. How weird to think my baby's birthday was determined by 2 weak people who couldn't get their asses out of bed, suck it up and get to work! (I am pretty sure the sunny, warm day of 26 degrees had NOTHING to do with their...cough, cough...illnesses) Do you detect the bitterness and sarcasm???

Everyone from my neighbour to the clerk at the grocery store keep telling me how I should enjoy these last few days being pregnant and every time I hear it I want to stab them with a pencil. I have, I truly, truly have enjoyed this past week and a half. I love each kick and movement, I love knowing I am completely responsible for the health and safety of my baby, I love knowing how happy and comfortable he/she is, but seriously kid, GET OUT!!!

Happy Mothers Day to my amazing mommy!

My mom is such an awesome wife, mom and grandma. She is a strong woman who stands behind the people she loves even when they don't deserve her loyalty. She dedicated many years to raising her 3 children and provided a safe and loving home for us. I know there were many things that she did that went unnoticed and that we never thanked her for.

During my teen years she was my best friend and confidante. I shared everything with her and knew no matter where I was or what was happening in my life, she was there. When I moved to the other side of the country, I knew she was only a phone call away. If I needed support, her voice was there giving advice. If I needed to be consoled she was there with a hug or a smile. If I needed money (which I did quite a bit) you can be sure it was deposited in my account the very next day.

There is no doubt she loves her children but she has such an incredible passion for her 6 (soon to be 7) grandchildren that it would be hard to match. They run to her when she comes for a visit and a 'how many more sleeps' countdown is needed when planning a trip to Grandma and Grandpa's. She never hesitates to play with them and she will stop whatever she's doing if her attention is being demanded and give it undivided. Hugs and kisses are a constant and they love her back just as equally. It is not unusual for her to have 3 or 4 of the kids follow her around from room to room like a mama duck and her ducklings. They are never too far from her side when they are together. The word "no" is rare in her vocabulary when it comes to them but when it is used it is only for their safety, or her sanity!

She has always been a wonderful role model as a dedicated and determined woman. At the age of 62 she decided to overcome her fear of water and learned to swim. 2 years later she is at the pool twice a week and now wants to learn to dive. Proving to me, and to a lot of people, it is never to late to try. I am very, very proud of my mom for doing this and I know will inspire me when I think I can't overcome something. She is inspirational.

I asked my son tonight to describe Grandma in one word. His response was simply 'love'. I agree. My mom is love and she is a woman who does so with all her heart. Her family and all that know her are blessed and I don't want this day to pass without giving her the credit she so rightfully deserves.

Thank you mom. Thank you for all those things that went unnoticed. Thank you for loving me.

"God could not be everywhere and therefore he created mothers"
- Jewish proverb

Still waiting...

As predicted by my wonderful OB and as expected by me, I am now 1 day past my due date with baby #2. Aiden was 11 days late and I had to be induced so I am not holding my breath that this one will come on his/her own anytime soon.

As much as I would like to meet this little person, I am thoroughly enjoying spending a lot of quality time with my boy. We've had a lot of fun this past week and am really glad we have this time together. Before we know it all of our lives will be changed forever, for the best but changed.

None the less, I am very uncomfortable and am struggling with massive cankles and nausea. I am trying to remain patient and am debating on whether or not to go for a pedicure and massage tomorrow. Who knows when I will be able to do that again?? Also, this is the very last time I will ever be pregnant so I should be savouring every movement and kick I feel now because the end of it is quickly approaching. There is absolutely nothing like feeling your baby move inside you. Knowing that you are providing the safest environment they will ever know. Once they are out in the world they are exposed to so many things that you have no control over.

But still....I am hoping the next post will be introducing Aiden's sibling to the world. Keep those fingers crossed!