Baby is still hanging around in there. This pic is from a couple of weeks ago, before I developed
50 pounds of water weight in my hands and ankles and biscuit knees. The all around mushy Cabbage Patch doll look if you will. These days I am often told how "exhausted" and "ready to explode" I look, and how this will likely be the biggest baby ever born in the recorded history of the earth. Praise indeed. Sausage link toes and all, he seems to be doing well. I go in Tuesday to find out if my iron clad cervix may soon relent. Five more weeks...or less god willing.
My sweet, tiny precious angel. Heretofore known as Bridger Russell Gerber.
My water had been trickling since Thursday morning, but a trip to the hospital had us back home by the afternoon. At 3:00 a.m. the flood gates finally opened and it was go time. I was perfectly content riding the wave of my drug induced coma for several hours. I pushed for a little over an hour before my doctor showed up and decided there was no way babykins was coming out sunny side up and they were going to have to take him C-section instead.
...His poor misshapen head the result of being engaged in the birth canal so long.
A few agonizingly long minutes later, Bridger came bouncing out. His pterodactyl like scream like music to my ears. He is healthy and thriving and we couldn't be more pleased. better yet, I bid a fond farewell to my tree trunk legs and 4 chins.
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