Addison is one week old today. Well in exactly 10 minutes she will be one week old!! I absolutely love her to death and can't get enough of her. There will be more pictures to come but as for now, her she is after her first bath!
I am heading into the hospital tonight to finally have this little girl! I check in at 8 but they won't start the labor process until early early tomorrow morning. I am already dilated to a 6 so really how much longer can it take. I hope not too long. I am so ready/nervous/excited. All of the above. My body tell me no more, my brain tells me what the heck am I thinking, and my heart wants to see this little girl so badly.
So ready or not... here we go!!
I'm still way ready to have this baby. But to keep my mind off the last 8 days of my pregnancy I am going to post about something other than how miserable I am.
On Sunday we celebrated Father's Day and Brighton and my Dad's birthdays. We get together with my family on the 2nd Sunday of every month and so we celebrated everything with my family last week and not this week. 
Today my mom had her piano performance for her national certification. This is a certification that usually takes someone two years to complete and my mom has done it in a year and a half and has worked so hard to get it done. She has spent many hours practicing, studying, doing homework, and many other things so she can complete her certification. She had judges there tonight to judge her performance and she did amazing. She was so nervous but she played immaculate and her songs were not easy. I am so proud of her and all she has accomplished! And she did it all on her 33 wedding anniversary!! My mom is flat out AMAZING! 
Okay, now I am ready. I think. Three weeks ago - today - I went into labor. Yep at 32 weeks my body was ready to have this baby. Clearly, I am still pregnant so they were able to stop the whole process but what an adventure it was.
My doctor determined a long time ago that I am just one of those pregnancies that has lots of contractions. I would say I have about 4 to 8 contractions an hour. Not painful ones and they don't seem to do anything to me or the baby, but they sure are not comfortable. Now they weren't always that way. On the Tuesday before I went into the hospital I was telling my doctor how uncomfortable and frequent the contractions were and after an hour later we determined... nothing. The contractions did nothing to me. Great. So back to work I went. She told me however that if they lasted longer than 30 seconds to come back in. I thought to myself, walking to and from my car causes me to have a contraction and that is a four minute walk so that 30 second rule didn't really apply to me. Well after not sleeping well on Tuesday night and after having contraction on top of contraction on Wednesday I called my mom crying. I asked her if these contractions were normal. They weren't stopping but they weren't painful. I was getting so exhausted from them. She told me to go in. I told her if they were better in the morning I would go in because I probably just over did it that day at work. So, after only sleeping 4 hours and finally making it work on Thursday morning I was exhausted. Contractions - still there. But who wants to go into the doctors! My boss wasn't even there on Thursday. However, a girl from my doctors office came in to pick up here glasses and I decided to ask her what to do. She said to come in for a quick 45 min appointment and see what they could do. After my coworker practically pushed me out the door, I took my cell phone and told her I would be back in 45 min.
I got to the doctors they hooked me up to all of this stuff... and 10 minutes later they told me I was going to be in the hospital for the next 24 hours!! What? Umm, not what I wanted to hear. I was dilated to a 4, 70% effaced and having contractions one right on top of the other. (I could have told you that part.) So what does a pregnant woman do at this point, I cried. I am not sure why. I think I cried because I wasn't ready to be at the hospital for 24 hours. My purse was still at work, nobody knew I was there and I was exhausted. After putting on an ugly hospital gown, :), texting Brighton, a doctor came in and told me I would be there for 48 hours. Sigh, this is a really long doctors 45 min doctors appointment. They told me that if the baby came that day she would probably survive but she would be in the NICU for a couple of weeks. So they were going to give me a couple of steroid shots to help develop her lungs. Apparently the steroid shots will mess with your blood sugar levels so they hooked me up to an insulin drip. They moved me to another room and there I was to wait. For what I am not sure but there I sat. Everything was just a blur.
Brighton finally showed up (I actually told him not to come because nothing was going on, but my mom convinced him otherwise), then my mom, and then my brother in-law Frank. Brighton and Frank gave me a blessing and the rest of my hospital stay was a breeze. I had a TON of support from family and friends. I can't even being to mention how grateful I am for all of my family. That would take up a whole additional post. I think they helped keep me calm because they were all more worried than I was. I never really believed I was going to deliver a baby. It didn't really hit me that I was in labor and delivery until that morning around 4. I finally realized that all of the rooms around me were delivering babies and that is what they were planning on for me. Scary! I hadn't even been to a birthing class yet! I didn't even know what effaced meant until that day. There were able to slow my contractions down, rule out any reasons for me having all of the contractions and moved me to a less high risk room.
My 48 hours turned into a four day stay, I didn't dilate past a 4 and they sent me home on 'modified' bed rest. What that means to me is that I can't go back to work. I still have lots of contractions and they still make me super tired but now I can take a nap whenever I want!! I love it! However, any time I move I have a contraction. Sitting, standing, rolling over in bed, walking, sitting here, you name it. But that just seems to be the norm. I was taking a non stress test the other day and my test was showing all of the contractions. The lady sitting next to me was due the following week and she was having none!!! I told her I would gladly give mine to her. My doctors original goal was for me to keep the baby in for 48 hours, then until 34 weeks, and then until 37 weeks. I am proud to say I am at 35 1/2 weeks and still pregnant. My contractions are getting painful now and not the kind I like but they are still pretty far apart. So waiting is the game. If I don't have the baby by 38 weeks on June 21st I am going to be induced!! I have never been so excited to hear that word. My original due day at July 4th but I have a lot of amniotic fluid (which they don't know why) and I am already dilated so June 21st it is!!! 19 days to go my friends. 19 days.
I have finally packed a hospital bag, washed the baby clothes, finally got a place for her to sleep (Brighton went out and bought that while I was in the hospital), I have had ample time to clean up the house, and now I am officially bored. Well I don't know if bored is the word but going to the bathroom every 2 hours, painful contractions, and having only 6 shirts that fit me I am ready for her to come. So when will she come??? We shall see...
Here is to 35 weeks!!!!
Brighton has officially graduated from the University of Utah in Chemical Engineering and I couldn't be more proud of him!!! He has worked so hard and he looked so good in his cap and gown. I told him he couldn't ever graduate school again while I was pregnant because I just cried during the entire ceremony.
These pictures are backwards but just like every time I put pictures up I just don't want to take the time to fix them. After his graduation we went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse! That is where we went on our first date and it still our favorite place to eat.
(Almost) The whole crew!
Texas Roadhouse made Brighton (it wasn't really that hard to do) get on a saddle while they sang to him. And guess who got to eat his free ice cream? Yep, the pregnant wife. Delicious!
Now here are the pictures we took on the lawn after graduation. This part of the day took part before the dinner. 
As of today I am officially 30 weeks along. 30 weeks! Do you think I have gotten any bigger?? I really don't have anything to complain about. I feel relatively lucky. Yes, moving has gotten a lot harder, sleeping has become more uncomfortable, my baby girl has started to sit on my sciatic nerve, and I have started throwing up again, but really overall I am happy. I have had a couple of baby showers but have no pictures to show for it!!! The camera that took all of the pictures got water on/in it and well, that was that. But the showers were sure fun! I have enjoyed watching my tummy move around and seeing the kicks that I can feel. I most of all, I have enjoyed watching Brighton get more and more excited for our little girl. The bigger my tummy gets the more excited he becomes and the more he talks to her. Well here is to the count down down! 10 weeks and counting. 
Brighton and I celebrated 4 years of marriage on March 16Th. We didn't do much because on the following weekend we went on a cruise to Mexico with my family!! I think it is our last big hooray before the baby comes.
Due to me being behind on my blogging and the 'ease' of putting pictures on the blog, these pictures are in no particular order. I am just grateful to finally have gotten some of these pictures on. They aren't all of the pictures, but they will do for now.
Our boat!
Dinner, where I am sure I gained more weight than I would like to admit. Good thing I am pregnant.
Waiting for out boat to our private beach! 
Cabos San Lucas - our first day off the boat. Look at the sky, no clouds!
Heading to dinner.
We became lovers of hot chocolate. By the end of our cruise, the would automatically bring us hot chocolate before we would even reach the table. It was heavenly!
A private beach at Puerto Vallarta that we went to. This was by far my favorite part of the entire trip.
Funny story about this picture. When we first tried to take it, my lack of ab strength, proportion, top heaviness or whatever you want to call it caused me to topple over backwards and get all of the this sand in my eyes and Brighton's. It was not embarrassing at all and I felt really graceful while doing it. We all got a good laugh out of it.
Check out that view.
Check out that view, oh wait I mean taking a tour of Cabos.
