It's funny how the OB uses their little "wheel" to determine your due date, when in all reality you know when you conceived. I KNEW that Landon would come either on the 29th or 30th. They scheduled my c-section for the 30th, thinking that I was only 39 weeks (HA!). I went in to labor around 4am on the morning of my surgery. It was actually kind of nice. With Colin, I had to be induced because of my pre-eclampsia. At least with Landon, I knew that my body could do it on it's own. I also knew that he was "fully baked" and ready to meet us! Thank God both of my boys are healthy and happy. Reading many of the blogs that I do, I am reminded of *just* how lucky I am.
We keep getting the question, "Are you going to try for a girl??". Well, knowing me, we would have another boy (which I would be fine either way), but I just don't know if I want to gamble one more time. Meaning, I know all of the "things" that can happen. We will have to see. As Landon gets older and I see more toddler and less baby, I'll just have to see if my "aching uterus" will over-take my common sense!! It just seems that as I get older, I have less patience, especially for night wakings. I don't know if I have the energy to do it all over again. I know that Kelly is DONE...he can't stand that I'm still "waffling" about it.
I want to post some pics of my happy little guy, but LUCKY me, our desktop is screwing up today. For some reason I can access the internet with Kelly's laptop, but not the home computer. I will edit this post when it's working and put his "birthday pic" in here.
Our plan for the day is to go have a birthday lunch and then go to TOYS R US!!! Colin wants to help pick out a birthday gift for Landon, which I'm sure will end up being a car or train the *he* actually wants. During Landon's afternoon nap, Colin and I are going to bake and decorate a cake for him and we'll have a little family celebration when Daddy gets home.
I still just can't believe he's a year old
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Nothing makes me madder than when people tell us we should have a girl, as if I have control over it. Just one of my many peeves. Our neighbor actually told us she was sorry when number two was a boy. It's like they don't count, keep trying until the girl comes.
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