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I’m so incredibly blessed to have my new beautiful baby boy. He’s just a week old and he’s already stolen my heart. Thank you so much for your sweet comments, messages, and congratulations. I’m so thankful.

Luckily, Big T sleeps very well, or rather, more than I was expecting. So I’ve been able to sleep in with him in the mornings and stay up late before his first night feeding to write some.

I wanted to write his birth story as quickly as I could, while the details are still fresh. Luckily this time I also have pictures to go with it. The ones I’m including are by Jackie Willome Photography, and PG/HA (husband-approved). Even though he’s a little boy and I think girls are more into this kind of stuff, I hope one day he or his wife (What am I talking about? He’s never getting married!), or some descendant of mine can enjoy reading this. And everyone else… Well, some people find birth stories entertaining, so if they don’t gross you out, and you’ve been following along in my journey, enjoy!

When I realized how long it was getting I decided to break it up into parts.

Part 1: Am I seriously in labor?

I had been having consistent contractions on and off for weeks. Not the Braxton Hicks “oh I think I feel my stomach getting hard” but slight pain (maybe a 2 or 3 on a scale of 1-10). I kept going to work days after my due date because what else was I going to do?

I received shocked glances and questions Wednesday and Thursday (my Monday and Tuesday) as I wrapped up my emails and tied loose ends before maternity leave. I said my goodbyes Thursday afternoon, already three days past my due date; but told everyone not to be surprised if I was there again the next morning.

I went straight from work to a doctor’s appointment. I had an ultrasound scheduled to check amniotic fluid levels and the placenta. My husband and Lil’ J met me there. Baby was face down and pointed toward my spine (locked and loaded in the birthing position) so we didn’t get to see his/her face. My doctor didn’t ask for any sizing measurements but I guessed I was having another big one.

Everything looked good and we went up to meet my OB. She checked my cervix and said I was 3-4 centimeters dilated. I was ecstatic. While up in there she asked if I wanted my membranes swept to get labor going, but we declined since my mom wasn’t going to be in town until Saturday morning. I was hoping to hold out until then. Key word hoping. We scheduled an induction for Monday. I’d be 41 weeks.

I felt some contractions on my way home but nothing more severe than what I had felt lately. Still, I had a feeling I’d better take my 40-week pregnancy photo just in case I wasn’t pregnant the next day.

I changed into a dress, and thought how I could wrap up my pregnancy documentation in a cute way. The first week I took photos, I took each of them at different distances so you could see the words “pregnant” on my ClearBlue test. I wanted to do something similar, so I hand wrote Little Leechie an eviction letter. I couldn’t make it as long and elaborate as my usual weekly letters since my font had to be somewhat large, so I kept it short and sweet then snapped away expressing my final declaration of excitement for meeting him/her.

I was a little sad thinking this could be my last pregnancy photo—Maybe ever!—But so excited to be meeting my baby soon.

Later that night I worked on editing that photo and writing a blog post to go with it. I also wrote a post for BabyCenter about still being pregnant and being ok with it this time around. I started feeling contractions while writing, and texted my friends as well as my photographer telling them that that tonight could possibly, perhaps, maybe be the night.

I started timing them when I realized they were coming fairly frequently and getting more intense. —Maybe a 4 on my pain scale. When I noticed I had about eight or nine in an hour I decided to take a break from writing to let my husband know we may need to go to the hospital that night. He was surprised to say the least. I told him not to worry, to go back to sleep and that I’d wake him if things got more intense. Secretly I was hoping my noticed freaked him out just a little bit, even if nothing was going to happen tonight.

I went back to writing and kept texting my friends. Since I was writing and talking, getting my posts published wasn’t as quick of a process as it normally was. I finally went to bed a little before midnight. If I was going to have this baby soon I should try to get some rest.

Contractions slowed down and were coming every 10-15 minutes, so I stopped timing and went to sleep.

I woke up again a little after 1a.m. when I noticed my contractions coming on much stronger. I couldn’t sleep through them and they were very uncomfortable. —Probably a 6 on my pain scale. I pulled out my phone and timed a few, they were coming every five minutes or less and lasting for over a minute.

I drank some water and breathed through contractions in bed. When I couldn’t take that anymore I got up and went to the bathroom. My body seemed to kick it up a notch again and contractions came quicker—About ever three minutes.

“Babe!” I yelled to my husband from the bathroom. “I think we need to go to the hospital.”

“Really?” He jumped up. “Ok, I’ll get [our daughter] ready. Do you think you waited too long?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I told him.

Until now my contractions didn’t feel anything like they did when I was induced with my daughter. Regular contractions to me felt like a wave starting slow, peeking, then falling back down in intensity, while pitocin contractions felt more like a strong crash that stayed intense for the whole two minutes, and continued to hit over and over.

When I was induced I felt a lot of pressure on my cervix right before my water burst. I was feeling that same kind of pressure now in my bathroom. It hurt, and with how frequently my contractions were coming, I seriously thought I could be really close to having my baby.

I tried to stay calm and breathe through each one, and relish in how normal I felt between contractions.

I texted my friends a little after 1:30 and told them we were getting ready to leave, but probably going to go to the hospital before dropping our daughter off with one of them, just in case we didn’t have enough time. I also messaged my photographer.

Packing was easy. My husband grabbed my daughter’s new big sister outfit and I grabbed my little Push Pack—a pre-packed hospital bag. —And my camera bag.

One of my friends responded to my frantic texts “Exciting!!” And I replied, “Not really, I’m definitely in labor.”

As we got in the car Lil’ J was wide-awake and full of questions. I tried not to show her my discomfort when I was having a contraction but I told my husband sitting in the car while having one was the worst feeling ever.

“How often are you having them?” He asked me.

“About every three minutes,” I told him.

“Well I’ll just have to get you there before you have another.”

We live about 15 minutes from the hospital, so he was joking—I think. But he felt we had the ultimate excuse if we were pulled over. Thankfully he still got us all there safely, and we didn’t get pulled over.

Just as we were exiting toward the hospital someone—I can’t remember if it was my husband or my photographer—Asked if I had called the hospital. I found the number and let them know I was coming—Actually, I was there right now, and coming up the elevator. They asked if I had called my OB, and I realized I had no idea what I was doing.

When I was induced 10 days after my due date with my daughter, everything was planned. I walked in with rollers and makeup ready. Everyone knew I was coming because I had an appointment. I really didn’t think I’d go into labor naturally this time around either. This was totally new to me.

I hung up with the hospital and immediately called the on-call line at my OBs office, left a message and they called me right back. I wasn’t really worried about what anyone had to tell me about my contractions cause I knew I was in labor.

The nurses in the hallway welcomed me to labor and delivery and directed me to a room.

My husband parked and came upstairs with our daughter, and my hospital gown. I had more contractions while I was changing and tried my best to breathe through them.

Finally I was ready, I climbed into the bed and was ready to have this baby! The nurse put monitors on me to keep track of the baby’s heartbeat and my contractions. She mentioned them having wireless monitors so I kinda said “oh yea, I’d like that” so I could walk around, but I wasn’t too insistent since I was so sure my baby was on the verge of coming out.

So imagine my surprise when instead of hooking me up with an IV and asking if I’d like my epidural now, she starts asking me a million other questions about my health history. Things like “have you ever had thoughts of suicide?” or “What’s your highest level of education?” Really?

I had to ask… “So if a woman is in here and the baby’s head is coming out, do you still ask all of these questions?”

My nurse laughed and said they have to use their better judgment with situations like those. Apparently I wasn’t being obvious enough with my discomfort.

I will say though that my contractions definitely toned down in both intensity and frequency while I was going through my interrogation. I worried this would be a dreadful false alarm. I’d heard so much about them: Friends rushing to the hospital after having consistent contractions only to be sent home shortly after.

I’d definitely be embarrassed, and pretty pissed. Is this revenge for my eviction letter? Well played baby.

All of these thoughts ran through my mind as my nurse outlined our game plan.

“I’m going to check your cervix, then we’re going to call the doctor and see what she says. You’ll either stay, or go home, or she may have you wait another hour or so before we reevaluate.”

Awesome. So there’s a chance I could be going home after all of this?

Lil’ J was asking if I was done yet, my husband was doing his best to keep her entertained, and my sweet photographer was snapping away in the background.

The nurse came in with her rubber gloves and stuck the biggest fingers that have ever had the pleasure of checking me out up in my cervix.

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was maybe in the middle of a contraction, the fact that I had been in pain so long, or the sheer size of her hands, but that was the worst dilation check I had ever felt.

“Sorry, unfamiliar cervix,” she laughed.

Ya, ok. Thanks. I thought for sure she’d pull her hand out and say “well, you’re about six centimeters so we’re going to go ahead and admit you.”

She didn’t.

“What did your doctor say you were at today?”

“About 3-4 centimeters,” I told her.

“Yea, I’m gonna say you’re about the same.”

What? No. You can’t be serious.

I’d been having contractions almost all afternoon, and into the evening, and seriously intense ones for the last several hours, every few minutes and you’re going to tell me I haven’t progressed?

She called the on call doctor then came back and told me they weren’t going to admit me yet (really?) but to try to get some sleep cause I was gonna need it.

I was totally bummed out but glad I wasn’t going home yet. We turned out the lights, my photographer told me she’d be back, and we all laid down for a bit.

I couldn’t really sleep, neither could Lil’ J. She watched shows on my husband’s iPhone and ate ice cream. I guzzled water and got up to pee what felt like every five minutes.

Two hours seemed like an eternity, but my nurse said she wanted to try to wait the full two hours to give me the greatest chance for progress. Meanwhile I still felt the strange pressure pain every time I had a contraction. I thought my water would break at any moment and prayed it would.

Whelp, it’s a full moon tonight, so if any night is a night to have a baby a little early you’d think maybe it’ll be tonight, right? A friend of mine had mentioned the full moon the other day and it’s had me dreaming about it since. My standing outside at night, willing the gravity of the moon to send me into labor.

It didn’t even work in my dreams so I’m not counting on being so lucky tonight, but we’ll see. Although my due date is Monday I’ve mentally set it for a week from Monday so I’m not disappointed… And so I can keep procrastinating the stuff I still need to get done.

Here’s another pregnancy update letter from a couple weeks ago. Almost caught up on sharing these things!

The countdown continues. And to be honest it really doesn’t feel like I’m so close to having a baby. I mean, the huge stomach, occasional contractions and uncomfortable pressure in my groin does remind me, but it’s really weird to think I’m having this baby at any moment… At the latest, in just under two weeks.

I haven’t had much progress as far as dilation or thinning out. Stupid cervix. But I know that can change whenever.

Lil’ J is getting extra excited about the baby, asking about my doctor’s appointments, if I’m “checking on the baby,” and she just loves lifting my shirt up and looking at my belly, talking to the baby, singing to the baby. I think she is going to be a spectacular big sister.

Here’s a slight blast from the past, a few weeks back. Lil’ J wanted to be in the photo with the baby. And she wanted to accessorize us with princess crowns. I told you my yoga pants made a return. I’ve basically had a pair on every day the last 3 weeks.

Ok, I’ve fallen off the wagon of posting these again, but by golly, I’m going to finish them all, better yet–hopefully catch up for the last month.

I’m currently 31 weeks pregnant, and I’ve been taking these photos every week, but the editing part is what gets me behind. I’ll take the photo, write a letter in Word and think “oh I’ll edit it tonight.” But then tonight turns into tomorrow, which turns in to next week, and next month. So the last one I shared was at 21 weeks… 10 weeks ago! Seriously? Ack! Time is FLYING!

Instead of bombarding you with 10 today (and ok, I’ve really only edited through week 28) I’m going to split these up.

I also wrote out my workflow for creating these in another blog post and FINALLY did a video demonstration for how I edit them! So I’ll post that, um… Tomorrow? It’s done, I just have to make sure I don’t have typos throughout it, and add some photos. Hopefully those who really wanted it haven’t already had their babies! In the mean time, I also wrote a fun post on BabyCenter showing 19 other ways you can document your pregnancy (and in the comments there’s a link to my video tutorial).

This months worth of photos was basically my “feel good, look bad” phase. I wore yoga pants a lot, and really didn’t do my hair or makeup much, so excuse my face. This was also right after daylight savings time so the sun would set so early and my lighting wasn’t the best, and so ya know… Grainy pics.

I’m hoping to look much better in my week 31-40 photos since I’m on a fun makeup and hair kick (thanks to discovering YouTube tutorials). Something about getting ready in the morning, even nearing 8 months pregnant, makes a big difference for me.

Without further adieu, here’s some more of my Letters to Leechie for pregnancy weeks 22-25:

Sweater: Ross; Yoga Pants: Amazon

Dress: Motherhood Maternity

Shirt: Motherhood; Pants: Amazon

Sweater: Express; Jeans: Papaya; Necklace: Banana Republic

Throughout this pregnancy I’ve tried to get my daughter as involved as I could. We’ve been talking a lot about the baby, buying a couple of things for the baby, and explaining how soon she’ll have a new bed so the baby can use her crib. I’ve shown her the ultrasound pictures though I’m pretty sure she can’t make out much of what it is–If anything.

I contemplated bringing her to my 30 week measurement ultrasound but was worried she wouldn’t get it, and that she’d get bored, scared, confused, or just be uninterested. I asked for feedback on facebook and a lot of you chimed in with your two cents, so thanks!

I heard everything from “my kid was scared, and wondering what they were doing to me” to “my child loved it!” It really was a mix, but at the last minute I decided to wake her up early and bring her, mostly because I didn’t want to wish I had later.

My husband had just made it home from work a few hours earlier I figured I’d let him sleep in and have some mother/daughter bonding time with Lil’ J. So I promised him I wouldn’t find out the sex, and we went on our way. During the ride there, I explained that the “doctor” would turn the lights off and put a camera on my tummy so we could see the baby on the TV. She seemed to understand what I was telling her, and seemed really excited.

We arrived and rode the elevator to our ultrasound room, then I positioned her in a chair right next to me. Lil’ J watched as the technician squeezed the jelly on my belly and waved the wand around.

She was memorized watching the baby on the screen–For all of five minutes. I was torn between watching her reaction and seeing our cute fetus… Just a teeny glimpse into the juggling act that will begin in a matter of months.

Lil’ J was well behaved while we finished up and did measurements. She wanted her snack and eventually told me she wanted the technician to “put the baby away” (close my shirt and finish up). But she was delighted to hold the extra profile pictures she printed out for us of her little brother or sister. In fact, she’s barely wanted to put them down since.

When we got home I had to snap a few shots of her admiring the ultrasound photos. She was being so silly. Here are some of my favorites.

I love that I was able to capture some of these pictures of her with her younger sibling-to-be. And they sure are great keepsakes for our family.

Tips on preparing your little one for becoming a big sibling:

1. Keep the conversations light and positive: Let your little one lead the questions then even ask them what they think the baby is doing in your belly.

2. Read books about the transition: If you need a recommendation let me know!

3. Practice with a baby doll: This can help your child learn to be soft and gentle with a baby.

4. Have some special time with your only-child. My daughter loves going outside and taking photos with mommy, and it was fun capturing these with her little sibling before s/he arrives.


Just a little teeny tiny rant, I promise.

My to-do list is piling up once again, both at work and at home. In fact I don’t know which is longer. In order to get everything done that I need to do I imagine I’d have to stay awake 24 hours, every day for the next three months.

Not really, but that’s how it feels.

That to-do before #2 list? Totally back burner, I have a new, more urgent to-do before #2 list that I wrote up last night. Things like setting up a place for the baby to sleep, getting Lil’ J a new bed so the baby can have a crib. And then more enjoyable things like sewing nursery decorations and baby clothes.

I still have my regular tasks at work, and side-writing jobs I need to not fall behind on stay on top of, and even get ahead in some cases. There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day.

I’m debating putting in more hours at work to get ahead, and implementing earlier bed times, and implementing a currently non-existent weekend nap time for my first-born, so I can accomplish everything. But then comes the fear that I’m going to regret my manic antics once the baby comes. My daughter’s last few months as an only child may become a blur, and a month into having a new baby I’ll be cursing my 3-month-younger-self for not saying “screw it” and sleeping in while I could.

There I go again with the fear of making the wrong choice.

Here is where I get positive…

I can do this. If I’ve managed to balance a million things with one child well by golly, I’m going to do it better than ever these last three months. And my husband reminded me that I’ll have 12 weeks off with my oldest daughter anyway, so even if her last 11 weeks as an only child wind up in a whirlwind, her first few months as a big sister will be with her mama by her side, helping her transition. 

Let the countdown commence. A million things to do, 10 weeks 4 days to go!

Top: Speggwear; Yoga Pants: Amazon

Pregnancy Week 14 Summary: Three and a half inches long doesn’t seem very big for as much as we’re poking out lately. So glad I finally thought up the perfect fetal nickname. And these yoga pants I’m sporting? Umm, yea, I think they’re gonna be a pregnancy staple.

You know, it’s interesting, being pregnant again. It gives me a chance to reflect and compare to how things were last time. I mean, I remember being tired, but I don’t remember being THIS tired. Last time I was able to take a nap whenever I wanted and this time I’m trying to keep from passing out in front of my toddler. And I literally take naps instead of a lunch break. Yea, morning anchoring during first trimester pregnancy fatigue/ morning sickness is a joke. Yet I’ve managed to survive.

Last time I didn’t drink caffeine from pre-conception through nursing. This time? I’m sneaking in sips of my husband’s energy drinks and downing Dr. Pepper to stay afloat. My poor second child has probably already developed 2nd child syndrome.

I’m significantly busier this time around, and there’s been a time or two (or twelve) I’ve succumb to exhaustion. I’ve been so lazy I literally just lay there when I have a long list of things to do. That’s one of the reason this here blog had been neglected. Not cause I was trying to hold in the secret, cause I was too dang lazy to write about it.

Lazy, that’s who I’ve felt. But I’m not going to apologize for it at the moment.

My life is also CONSUMED by my two year old. She’s my world, and everything revolves around her. Seriously, she’s so spoiled. But I can’t help it. She’s not a brat, thank goodness, but my husband and I both adore her and she has us wrapped around her finger.

There are times where I forget I’m pregnant because I’m so busy worrying about her still. (Recent worries have been because of a childcare switch, and switch again which I’ll share details about very soon).

I feel like this time around it’s very low-key too. I mean, last time I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I over-researched and was panicking going into labor because I worried about what people would think if I had a c-section.

HOLY COW I was nuts.

Last time, I wanted to be a people-pleaser. This time? I don’t give a crap what people think. I’ve done this before, and I can do it again.

I was debating going the birthing center route this time because there’s a beautiful one around the corner from my house. I did a story on them last year. Part of me thinks it would be fun to try something new, and maybe see if the unmedicated birth is all it’s chalked up to be. And if it is… Awesome! I’d get to experience that. But my husband has the mentality of “if it aint broke, don’t fix it,” and thinks it’s best we stay with the OB we know and love. After catching up at my first appointment, I did feel at home and am feeling good about going the same route as before.

We do want to do some things differently though. April Fools is my due date, but I’m considering my due date April 14th. Regardless if I go into labor by then or not, that’s the latest I’m having my baby and the day I’m mentally scheduling my eviction induction for. This way I won’t plan on taking off work too early, but I also will give the baby two extra weeks to show up on their own. I’m hoping the baby won’t be much bigger than Lil’ J though cause at her 9lbs 9oz, the thought of giving this one an extra four or so days to cook, scares me a tad.

I’m also not packing as much crap to take to the hospital. It was as if I was moving in for a week.

I also worry a little with what it’ll be like being a mother of two. How will I give all of my attention to twice as many kids? Will Lil’ J miss being the center of my world? She still will be of course, she’ll just be sharing the spotlight.

Things aren’t quite the same as they were three years ago, but I’m excited for the new adventure. I’m feeling my energy coming back (but that could just be my soda kicking in) and I’m ready to rock! Bring on the baby!

PS: Thank you so much for all of your sweet congratulations! We’re really excited.

Hi! I’m Jennifer Borget


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