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A pregnant woman doesn’t enter a bar

The Bar Exam…

Is this upcoming week, however, after a long and hard think, I will not be taking it. Instead, I will be finishing the complaint for my first ever case as a licensed attorney, and will be compiling educational materials to assist in establishing a foundation in honor of my friend Nick.

As to my reasons, between baby, moving, and burnout, it was simply too much. I couldn’t make enough milk to feed Otter, freeze a store for the exam, and train him on the bottle. I couldn’t get the house unpacked, work on my case, and prepare mentally for the exam. I couldn’t get enough sleep to remember all the elements of a contract, or the Rule against Perpetuities (which I used to teach). It was all too much.

Thank you to everyone who believed I could do it, it helped to think I could, and I am beyond honored to be thought so smart by so many smart people. However, this time around, my eyes were bigger than my stomach, when it came to filling my plate.

So I am going to focus on getting things off my plate, reading Harry Potter, and having a good time with my mother.

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It’s a boy!!

And in this corner…

Weighing in at 11 lbs, 6 ounces, 21 inches long…
Oliver Robert Nicholas Krebs!!


The story begins at 5:30 am on Monday, April 9th, 2007. I was sleeping peacefully when I awoke to contractions. Having awoken to contractions before, I ignored them, and promptly went into the kitchen for some early morning fuel. After gobbling down a bowl of cereal and a huge glass of milk, I went back to bed.

However, I could not fall back asleep. The pains were too intense for me to rest comfortably. Hmmm, this is new, I thought, as I took out my phone and began timing them.

An hour later they were still coming, and at a rate of between 6-8 minutes apart. I woke Lee up and told him to expect to miss work. He sleepily asked if he could rest a little longer. I tried to do the same, but they were getting more intense. I got up, took a hot shower, ate a little more, and then called Ellen. After speaking with her I decided to keep my doctor’s appointment that morning. We called Devon, who picked Monkey up and took her to work with him, and then went in to see about these pains, which were now about 4-5 minutes apart. Oh yes, and they hurt.

When we arrived at the doctor’s office they saw us immediately and Dr. Giovine said, “you may want to go to the hospital when you get a chance. We will meet you there.” So we did, we stopped home, got the camera, got lost a few times, and arrived at the hospital with the contractions about 3-5 minutes apart.

Here we are at the hospital:

We were sent into a room right away, as our doctor had called ahead, and Lee began to set up the birthing tub while I began breathing in earnest.


It took a long time to fill, but once it was done, I was very happy to be in it. I stayed in it for most of the labor, the water helped a lot. We tried a few other labor tricks, such as walking around, and even danced up and down the hallway together, but in the end, I really wanted to be back in the water.

So things went swimmingly. The nursing team I had were very open to an all natural birth, and didn’t even make me use a Heparin Lock. They monitored me with a Doppler when I was in the water, and didn’t make me sit through more than the initial 20 minute monitoring when we arrived. I labored in the tub until I hit transition. When I started having contractions that came in couplets and triplets and required all my concentration to breathe through I got out of the tub. I would have loved to continue in it, but the water height was such that I couldn’t keep my face out of it any longer.

We moved to the bed and I hugged the back of it until it was time to push. One of the nurses working with me was a massage therapist, and she began using massage and counter pressure to help lower the intensity of the transactions. I was really feeling the pain, the contractions were so intense that I felt compelled to try and escape my body. There was a point when moaning turned to screaming, and I distinctly remember telling Lee that “I would really like to leave my body now” about the time I hit 8 1/2 centimeters.

From then on, it was a very short labor. I started needing to push not too long after she told me I was 8 1/2 centimeters, and began pushing without thought not too long after that. When it was clear I was really needing to push, Dr. Levy had me flip over and sit, so we could deal with any shoulder dystocia if the problem arose. He crowned very quickly, and then, just when I truly began to understand the phrase “ring of fire” the contractions stopped. Here he was, head half out of me, and my body slowed things down so I could push him out without serious damage. Of course, I began to feel the need to crab crawl backwards up the bed to get away from the pain left by a half in, half out head, so I was less than pleased with my body’s decision at the time. However, I did get to reach down and feel his head a few times. Finally, I had a really strong contraction, we began pushing again, I began screaming, and wonderfully, out he popped!!

It felt so great to have him out!! Dr. Levy put him on my stomach, and I looked at his purpley screaming body while I heard “Wow, what a big baby! Wow, what a huge cord! Okay dad, this cord is really thick, you are going to have to use a lot of pressure to cut it!” Then I pushed out the placenta, which we both looked at and touched. (Such a cool feeling!!)

It was about this time that I began shaking fairly uncontrollably, so they brought warm blankets and cleaned Otter up and brought him back to me.

Here Otter and I are with Dr. Levy and the nurses who helped us through it all.

A slightly fuzzy three of us!

A brand new Big Sister!!

Me and my babies!

I didn’t know he was an 11 lb baby until a few hours later, when they were wheeling me up to recovery. On the way, the nurse who measured him came out with his chart to tell us his weight, glanced at the chart, said “Let me double check this on the scale”, and came back out saying, “Nope, it was right, 11 lbs 6 ounces. Was this a natural birth?”

It was about that time I started getting the rock star comments. I also better understood my need to scream.

We are both home, and he is a happy baby boy, very serious and very hungry! I am glad I got to have a natural birth, even though he was such a big baby.

It’s all about the belly…

WARNING! The following post contains pure, unadulterated baby belly shots!! Much skin is visible, though it’s not exciting enough to get a mention on Fox.

Okay, so you have all heard how huge I am… I guess I am brave enough to share the actual images.

This is me, today, at almost 41 weeks. Monkey stayed over at Ellen and Dan’s, so we got a little dressed up and went to dinner at the Olive Garden. I know it’s a chain, but it’s a chain I can love with flavors I crave. Oh yes, and Breadsticks.

This is me in my jammies. We are frankly shocked at how large the belly has grown. My own zip code here I come!!

Here is some full frontal belly. My belly is 52 inches around at it’s proudest point! He is gonna be a big baby. Big, big baby.


I am maintaining a decent mood, thanks to Lee’s willingness to purchase the second season of Veronica Mars and have it shipped to me overnight, and his ever loving foot massaging hands. Yay foot massages! The very pregnant woman’s very best friend!!

We meet with the Doctor on Monday. If I have not gone into labor before then, we will discuss a “plan” for induction. I will try and put it off as long as possible, but even so, the baby will be had on or around tax day at the very latest.

And now onto some cute Monkey pictures, she has been growing a lot too! She is doing very well in school, is in the top reading group in her class, and is constantly scoring perfect scores on her tests, of which they have many. (I don’t remember tests in Kindergarten. Does anyone else?)

Here she is with Lily Jane. She was such a patient little girl. She just loved holding this little bundle of joy!!

Here she is on her way to school a few says ago, all dressed up with poofy hairballs and clippy’s. Her newest favorite word is “totally”. As in, “They are totally the cutest hair ties ever mom, Totally.”

She was very disappointed that I did not go into labor on Sunday, but seems to have recovered now. We are resting, cleaning, and preparing for the baby. She is on Spring Break this week, so I am going to try my very best to get up and about with her. Ice cream shop visits, walks on the beach, maybe even kite flying. We shall see.

Castor oil doesn’t work for me…

At all!! Nope, not a bit. I am still pregnant. Getting more pregnant every day!! Oh boy yes am I pregnant!! You know what I never want to do again?? Get pregnant!!!!

Let’s see, updates and news from the hugely, massively, was just given my own zip code, pregnant.

Well… I fell and hit my head on a chair at the beginning of the week, so I have been lying down with a headache and ice on my skull watching Veronica Mars for three days. (Ben, thank you for Veronica Mars, I have now purchased the second season, as I finished the first in your estimated three day time frame.) I had the doctor look at the head injury and she thinks I bruised it far beneath the skin and should just take it easy. For the most part, I can move around for about an hour now before I get a headache and want to go lie down. Yesterday I added a stuffy nose to the increasing list of late pregnancy discomforts.

I have managed to gain nine pounds in six days. I am assured by highly qualified medical personnel that this is water weight gain, however, my doctor may have been trying to talk me down off a ledge when she made that assurance as I was completely freaking out. (I mean come ON, that is a pound and a half a day!!) However, I am inclined to believe her due to the cocktail sausage-esque nature of my toes and fingers. It’s a good thing I can’t really see my feet. It is also a good thing that I removed my aircraft grade titanium wedding band and engagement ring many months ago, as there are no area hospitals with the tools required to cut them off.

Monkey has caught a cold or something and has been tucked into bed with a fever and many kisses. We are supposed to go to Ellen’s and dye Easter Eggs tomorrow, so I am hoping she is better when we wake up. If not, it will be the broken caring for the sick as I hobble between her room and mine. (Another day wishing my mother were here. Oh mom, why did I move so far away?)

I did leave the house today for the aforementioned visit with the doctor, so I met Lee for lunch at his office and got a new shirt at Marshalls. It is a lovely shirt, that sadly, does not make me look smaller. Of course, this is because nothing would make me look smaller, except perhaps standing me next to the Titanic, or the Goodyear Blimp, or another similarly large object. There is no more masking the enormity of my belly with “sleek” black maternity clothes and trying for cute. I am officially huge. My very face and neck look pregnant. I have grown past the capacity of most of my maternity clothes and am considering living in my pajama’s for the next several days.

I may have to consider the fact that I may the first woman in history who never actually goes into labor. Ellen’s husband Dan assures me a very good living on the talk show circuit if that is the case, so I suppose every cloud has a silver lining.

We go back to visit the doctor on Monday, if I am still in this state of advanced gestation, and we will “develop a plan” at that time. This is doctor speak for, “Sorry you spent $400.00 on a birthing tub for an all natural water birth, but if we have to induce you there is no way you are giving birth in the water.” Sigh. I should have considered that before investing in the tub, but maybe I can jump up and down a lot tomorrow and go into labor that way.

Hope all is well with everyone,

Yours patiently waiting to deliver in New Jersey.

Ick and still nothing…

SO Castor oil isn’t as gross as it’s cracked up to be!

If you don’t mind your mouth being coated with an oily substance that never seems to go away. We had a lot of contractions last night, but nothing came of them. However, at the doctor this morning we learned that we are still 3 centimeters, have plenty of amniotic fluid, and the baby is fine. We got to see his little hands and face, and more of his penis. He is clearly a boy. His heart rate is good, the Non-stress test was good. The swelling and such that I had has gone down, so things look good.

Of course, in 5 days they are going to start talking induction, though they will let me go another 2 weeks before they demand it. However, I am really going to try for natural childbirth and the water birth, so more Castor oil and orange juice for me today.

It did nothing yesterday, but I can hope today will be different.

I will keep you all updated!!

This morning when I dropped Monkey off at school I walked into her classroom and the entire class said “Oh No!!” The teacher explained they had all been hoping she wasn’t there on time because I was having the baby. There is something odd about having an entire class of 5 year olds commiserate with you when you are overdue, it was pretty funny.

In the mopes…

No baby, but no tears…

Just a little mopey. I am too far away from the stabilizing influence of my mother to withstand an “overdue” baby without moping. If I were with her there would be shopping, and tea, and sympathy to take my mind of the ever growing belly and ever increasing discomfort associated with it. Unfortunately, there is instead a need to do taxes, complete my July bar exam application, and no one in the house to assist in de-moping but two dogs and three cats. They try, but let’s face it, by comparison, they suck.

I am thinking a castor oil cocktail. It is a little on the drastic side for me, but I don’t get my water birth if they have to induce me, and I really want my water birth. So, after speaking with my doctor tomorrow, I may be swilling down a lovely castor oil and orange juice cocktail! Yummy!!!

It’s cool and raining here, which beats the massive, record breaking heatwave we had back home the last time I was this pregnant. So that is something.