Last Sunday morning, things finally started happening. Wes and I went on a walk and at the end, I had a backache. We decided that we were going to try anything that would induce labor, so we after the first walk, we went on two more walks. By about 2, I was having regular contractions and we had called the doctor and were ready to go to the hospital.
And then....everything just stopped. The contractions got further apart and I started feeling more normal. I was bummed that there was a false alarm, but we ordered pizza and relaxed with my parents (who had come into town). It was good I got a chance to eat. That night, things got fired up again and by about 10:30, we knew it really was time to go.
Here's my last day pregnant (hooray!):

We checked in and I got something for the pain, which really helped. Wes thought it was funny that I checked my blackberry one more time before the big event.

I actually took a nap for a while and then they woke me up around 6, telling me it was time for our little girl to be born. For the next two hours, I worked at it, thanks to the help of Wes and Helen, a really great labor nurse. I don't even know Helen's last name, but I'm pretty sure she is my newest best friend. Our doctor came into help and at 8:47, our little punkin came into the world. The delivery was a little scary because they said that she had a lot of meconium in the fluid and her heart rate was doing some concerning things. When she was born, there were suddenly a lot of people there to check her out, but they told us pretty quickly that she was doing great and that her lungs were fine. She weighed in at 7 lbs, 12 ounces and was 19.5 inches long (although we are pretty convinced that she was cheated out of half an inch). Punkin shares a birthday with my cousin Julianne and Wes's uncle Doug. As well as Hillary Clinton and Pat Sajak.


I really have a new found respect for the medical professionals - our doctor especially. There were a few tense times and our doctor was very calm and reassuring even while she did what she thought was necessary. She was really just great. I can't imagine giving birth in days when most people did it without doctors and nurses around and I'm so grateful that I don't have to!


Our baby is a perfectly regular baby, but I can't imagine a set of features more utterly suited to my taste. She's doing great so far, although she appears to believe that she resides in Paris, based solely on her understanding of time. We are hoping to cure her of this jet lag soon and that she'll decide that east coast time is what she should be on.