Rambling

Thanks to all of you that have inquired as to whether I am a Bubbe yet. Unfortunately, the answer is no. Seems that Gavin just wanted to give all of us a big tease this past weekend, gearing up for making his first appearance, but alas, it is not to be...yet.
Casey went to the doctor today; both are doing very well. The doctor believes Gavin weighs about 7 lbs. right now. Casey is no longer having contractions, but I am almost certain, she is ready to see her feet again. When I spoke to her this afternoon she was in very good spirits. She's a better person than I. I remember being 38 weeks along and thinking "If someone doesn't pull this child out of me soon, I'm going to bend over and pull him out myself." Stephen was 3 weeks late, weighed 9 lbs 7 oz. After 8 hours of pushing, the child did not move an inch. Needless to say, I had a C-section. Brett was right on time; he was a planned C-section, weighing in at 8 lbs. 2 oz. Thanks to both of my children, I have a scar that runs the length of the Hudson Bay. And I wouldn't have changed a thing. Ok, show of hands: how many of you men are completely grossed out? Anyone? Anyone?
When I spoke to Stephen yesterday, I said something to the effect of, "I'm ready for you to have this baby already!" He replied, "Really? Me too!" I then realized who I was talking with and said, Um, yeah, so I think I'll go now." Open mouth, insert both feet.
In the weeks to come, I'm sure I will be blogging about the joys of being a Bubbe and how gorgeous my grandson looks when he smiles. But for now, we wait.