For Olivia, My Cuz

This post is soley for my youngest cousin on my Adams side, La. But everyone can read it, because I love everyone. The reason this post is for my cousin La is because she is such an avid reader of my blog and I've disapointed her by not blogging as often. Sorry, La. I'll get better once I'm born (if that ever happens) because there will be cuter pictures to show and more to blog about. I hear the wide world out there is way cooler than this dark womb I've been swimming in. I don't do so much swimming anymore, though, because I'm too big and I'm running out of room.

Mommy and Daddy have been super busy with my room. It is finally done! I can't wait to see it for myself but I hear a lot about it. Mommy sits in there a lot and she's been reading me books. She says we're going to get a free book from the library for the summer program. I tried to tell her I don't think prenatal reading counts but she won't listen to me.

Below is a slideshow of what my room looks like. I know a lot of love went into it. I hope my next post will show pictures of me. The real me. The born me. I bet I'll have quite a story to tell everyone, then. Stayed posted...tomorrow is ETA!!!

Finally, Some Action

Well, though I'm still feeling nice and cozy in this womb of mine, I am starting to get ready to join the rest of you in the world. Mommy's uterus has been contracting a little. Nothing too painful--just uncomfortable at this point. She gets them more and more frequently and each time wonders "Will this be it?" No, Mom, I'm not quite finished cooking yet! I need to get some fat on these bones. Three days ago was my cousin Taylor's birthday and yesterday was my aunt Jan's. Today is Uncle Tim's birthday and, of course, I'm due on Uncle Todd's. We wondered if I'd share a birthday with someone. It looks as though Uncle Todd is the only one left to wonder about...unless something miraculous happens today!

Mommy is trying to be patient. Once I come, her life will change forever. She can't wait to meet me and I can't wait to meet her and Daddy and all my grandmas and grandpas and aunties and uncles and cousins and friends. But I'll come when I'm ready, and Mommy knows that.

She went to Maryville with Aunt Kelly and my cousins Alyssa and Abby two days ago. She wasn't feeling any contractions then so she felt confident she wouldn't be having a baby on the road. Anyway, on the way home they had a flat tire. And would you believe no one would stop for a nine-month pregnant lady!! Even my cousin Alyssa's little shorts wouldn't stop anyone. But that's OK. Between the four of them they stayed safe, called highway patrol and started to change the tire on their own. Great job! Mommy knew that if that action didn't send me into the world that she had some waiting to do still.

Love,
Sophie

Still Cookin'

Hello, friends and family. I got to tell you, this womb? It's great! It's warm and cozy and super safe. I don't even have to cry to get what I want. Heck, I don't even have to breath to stay alive. So I decided to just stay here and get fat for a while. That way I have nice chubby baby cheeks when I get through cookin'.

The doc says I'll probably not make an appearance for a few weeks, yet. Of course, they have been known to be wrong and it's all up to me. But for now, I'm just going to sit and wait out my time. Until I run out of room (which I am dangerously close to doing) I'll be here...inside the belly, no out.

(P.S. Mommy's not dilated or efaced so don't get your hopes up. We'll keep you updated!)

Love,
Sophie

My First Emergency Phone Call

Last night at around 12:30 Mommy and I woke up to this loud beeping noise. Right away, she knew it was the carbon monoxide detector. She woke Daddy, who was a little delerious. After seeing that the detector said "GAS" they grabbed Daisy and their phones headed out the door. Mommy called 911 because they didn't have the number for the fire department. They transferred them and the nice KCFD came out and checked out house out while Mommy and Daisy hung outside in the middle of the street in their P.J.'s (OK, Mommy was in ripped shorts and the only T-shirt that fits, Daisy doesn't have P.J.'s...yet). Our neighbor Flo came out to see what was going on. Turns out, when Daddy left the car running inside the garage it sent off some gases (Mommy told him so). It took a while to get up to where the detector was but that's what did it. Phew! I'm so glad we didn't blow up. Mommy doesn't like fires very much and she tossed and turned all night. Glad that's over with.

Love,
Sophie Rinard

I've Decided to be Cooperative

Well, after Mommy stood on her head, tried to trick me with a flashlight, and sweet talked me all weekend, I was feeling a little guilty. Then, on Saturday, I heard all these really loud noises and boom and bangs and I got scared. So I decided to turn around. Mommy and Daddy went to the doctor on Monday and found out that I am right side up...or butt side up, rather. The doctor said, "Well, I thought that was a head up above but it also feels like a head down below." Mommy said, "Uh, doc? Two heads mean two babies, that's not a good thing!" But the doctor just laughed and brought in the sonogram machine (who knew they had one of those things?). It wasn't as nice as the 60 in. plasma Mom and Dad had been used to seeing me on, but it was nice to say hello to them anyway. I was sucking my thumb---just like my Mom used to do. I'm still nice and cozy in here but hopefully I'll be making my debut in just three short (long) weeks.

Love,
Sophie Rinard

Inside, Outside, Upside Down

Mommy went to the doctor on Monday and he told her some news. First, she isn't dilated. That's OK, because I'm not due to be here for another few weeks. The other thing he told her was I'M UPSIDE DOWN. I knew this, of course, and Mommy and Daddy had suspicions, but this confirmed it. Well, the doctor is going to see what's going on this Monday (just three days away!) and if I'm STILL upside down (which, to be honest, I might be. I kind of like it this way) then he will have to schedule a version. Mommy thinks this sounds painful and I think it sounds like an invasion of my rights as a fetus. Who is he to tell me which way to hang? But I guess that's the way it is. If the version doesn't work, Mommy might have to have a C-section, which isn't ideal.

So lately some weird things have been happening, since they heard this news. First, Mommy and Daddy talk to me in these nicey nice voice asking me to pretty please move. Then all of a sudden, if feels as though MOMMY's upside down, on her head. Weird. Doesn't she know she's eight months preggo? Finally, last night, a flashlight appeared at my head and moved down to my feet. What do they think I am? A moron? I'm cozy right here. Thanks for trying, though. Maybe I'll move next week.

Love,
Sophie