Austin Thomas Gorby

On July 1st, 2009 at 12:55 am, Austin Thomas Gorby joined our family. The little guy could not wait until the 2nd, which was fine with me. I was so very ready to have that baby boy. We all instantly fell in love with him and his sweet personality. So far, he is a very mellow baby and I am keeping my fingers crossed that this continues. I am keeping this post short due to tiredness, but stay tuned for more details and pics. Thank you to everyone for their well wishes.

Muppet Meet

Today was Morgan's first "official" swim meet. She swam the 25 Freestyle without the aid of a kick board and swim coach. She placed 2nd in her heat and surprised us (including coaches) by taking only one short rest mid-pool. Monday was her first attempt at swimming 25 meters and she stopped about 7 times to hold onto the lane line or side of the pool. By Friday, she was swimming the length of the pool with 2 or 3 rests along the way. We were all very excited for her. Way to go Morgan!

One week!

Greg took some pictures of us before baby arrives.

Homestretch

Four weeks can seem like an eternity when you feel like a beached whale. I am down to four outfits that fit me. My skirts no longer stay on my hips because my stomach pushes them down and my shirts barely cover my stomach. I am wearing dresses from here on out. Whenever I eat I feel like the food is stuck in my chest and I cannot find a comfortable sleeping position no matter how many pillows I stack around me. Greg calls me the pillow hog. Despite these little annoyances I am determined to stay positive. My goal is to stay as busy as possible this last month. We still need to finish putting the nursery together--no dresser or changing table yet. Morgan has swim team everyday. Taylor is taking a ballet/tap class once a week. There is parent participation required at the swim meets, doctors appointments, free summer movies at Grand Cinemas, weekly play dates at the splash park and of course, house cleaning ( I am in nesting mode). I think I have enough to keep me occupied for four more weeks.

Rock Stars

My sister Courtney visited us this weekend. The girls just love it when their aunts visit because there is guaranteed to be some kind of wild craziness. This time, they formed a rock band.

My first trip to the ER

I am letting Morgan narrate this post. This is her story:

When I was going outside my sister smashed my finger in the door and it ripped my nail completely out and it bled so bad. It hurt really, really bad. Then, my mom called the doctor and I was watching TV with the bandage on. I almost passed out and fainted, and when I was going to the doctor I threw up in the elevator because I was a little shaky. Then the doctor laid me down on the table and then another doctor looked at it and then they took me outside. It was hurting because the wind was blowing. Then we got in the car and drove to the ER. I sat in a wheelchair because I was weak. Then they wheeled me in. Then they put a little thing on my pointer finger to test my heartbeat. Then they pushed me into a different room and put me in a bed and I was cold so I got a sheet. Then I was laying there and Mom had to call someone. Then she came back and a different doctor came to take pictures of my finger. He pushed the bed into a different room and he had a super camera. After a little while later they took me to a different room and I got shots in my finger. I didn't freak out, instead I cried. Then I got a red Popsicle. My finger was not broken. The doctor put my nail back on and pushed it in. I did not get any stitches. Then we had to wait for out papers and it took so long. Then we drove home. The End.

Is it really 100 degrees already? Yes, I am one of those people who complain about the heat every summer. You say, "Why do you live in Tucson?" To which I respond, "Because Greg has a job here." If I had my way, I would not live in the desert where it hits 100 degrees in May, while the majority of the country is enjoying cool spring weather. I wonder if my kids would mind me spending the last two months of my pregnancy in bed with the air cranked up? Oh well, I can't really complain because I am lucky to even have A/C.