The Maiden Voyage

On the urging of a friend, I've decided to give blogging another shot.  I'm thinking as a new mom on maternity leave there isn't much excitement to write about, but I figure the public could use my new found worldly advice anyways.

I thought I'd start by sharing how our little Prince Jason came into being.  Since I'm sure the bulk of my posts will be about him.

"OOPS!"  is the operative word.  The instructions on the test go something like this; hold in stream of urine and then wait five minutes.  Well I'll tell ya, it's more like wait 1 second.  We were so confused about not having to wait the full 5 minutes for the plus sign that we were sure it must have been a faulty test.  So we immediately ran out to a different drug store and bought a different brand of test, I know, like that is going to make a difference.  That too was positive after 1 second.  I remember Paul and I staring at each other, each waiting for the other to react.  Laughing in shock and saying "Is this good news?"  To be honest, we weren't sure as the past 6 months were a whirl-wind of wedding planning stress.  We were to be married in three weeks!  

Now lets fast forward 8 months.  I'm 7 days over due, I'm desperate to have this baby pack his bags and leave the confines of my body.  We were driving around town picking up various items for the baby's room and after that we were on our way to the gym.  I had been feeling a bit crampy and was determined to walk until, one of two things happened; I went into labour or I collapsed from exhaustion.  Around noon, we were at a fork in the road... I mean literally, a fork in the road, one direction would lead to the gym and the other would lead home.   Paul finally said "I've been watching the clock and these 'cramps' of yours are coming pretty much every 5 minutes, I think we should head home."  Good call!  Talk about denial on my part.  18 hours later, Jason the love of our lives, was born.  After all the build up of the last 8 months ( I say 8 because I was clueless for the first 6 weeks) and the hoopla of labour, The nurse handed us our little bundle of joy and immediately Paul and I look at each other and simultaneously said "Now what?"