I Need, I Need, I Need

We are coming to a close here before Gabriella arrives. 7wks 6 days to be exact. Last night the kids finished dinner before us so we let them head off into the living room to play and Daddy and I sat at the table alone, which is always nice. We started talking about things I want or need to do before she comes, what is going to happen after she comes, and OMG I can't believe we are doing this again.

Before she comes... I need to clean the barn, I need the electricity restored in the barn before winter, I need to get bunk beds for the boys and Damien moved, I need to do a ton of fall yard work (bulb planting), I need to clean closets, I need a new fridge and put the existing in the garage, I need to have a yard sale, and oh yeah! I need to get things ready for this baby!!! lol

After she comes, we need to get a contractor here for a price on a separate new garage. After that and moving everything out of the existing, we need to add on to the house because we need a second bath! By January my plan is to start doing full time daycare again, however Dave threw me for a loop last night by suggesting maybe we should think again about doing Foster Care. All I could do was laugh. I'm not sure what age he's thinking but for us a infant/toddler would be best in this house. Anyways we need to wait till after my surgery to even go deeper into that.

I'm not sure why he's suggesting this all the sudden. One conclusion is, we were completely caught off guard Saturday by my OBGYN office when they sent out a patient letter to their clients saying as all of their current patients have their babies, they will be phasing out the OB part of their practice and only doing GYN services. The last patients delivering should be April 2009 I figure. Anyways the excuses for it really pissed me off and don't make sense. I'm sure it's malpractice insurance related. I didn't say anything about it Monday at my appointment to my Dr but I'm really upset about it. So upset that I cried reading it and then Dave took me to the bedroom so I could cry some more. It's not going to be an easy task finding a Dr to take on someone wanting a 6th C-section and I really only trust the 2 women Dr's I have doing my surgeries. That leaves 3 other OB's in town and I don't believe they would take me as a patient. So not only was I grieving that I was losing my OB, I was grieving that this was probably our last. I haven't been real upset thinking it before now because we've both pretty much figured if it happened again it would be God's will. Now I feel like if we want to do another surgery, I'm going to have to prepare before getting pregnant. So anyways I wonder if he's thinking Fostering would bring some sort of happiness because we've always talked about doing it.

School has been great for the kids so far. They really haven't told me much but are so excited in the morning for their buses to come. I'm glad they're having a great time because I NEEDED this break. lol

I Want My Belly Button Back But Scared To Death

I can't believe we've got only 5 days to go till this C-section. I could be writing my last posts. If I haven't said it before, I have a huge fear I'm going to die during a C-section. Don't ask me why I'm doing this again. Those last minutes before you're wheeled into surgery, I seriously feel like I'm saying my last goodbyes. It's hard and I'm a mess just ask Dave. The night before, HA! How are you supposed to sleep? You're super excited to meet your baby but then know that all can go wrong. Then you get to the hospital to get a huge run down from the anesthesiologist of all the bad things that can happen with the spinal. Last time when I explained my concerns I had with Dominic's surgery (I went completely numb couldn't feel my arms) I was told that my block went to high and that I could have stopped breathing at any time. With Damien I felt like I had a brick on my chest and couldn't breathe and I felt so much pulling so I can only imagine what's in store for me this time around. All the pain of the C though is well worth the prize in the end.

I (or well if I'm dead) Dave will update on here with pictures of her the day she's born. We can get a connection at the hospital so like last time, I'll be online. lol I'm hoping she's still a girl in there because I didn't wash up any boy clothes and um well with buying a new cute pink carseat and all. I put a pic below of the outfit I'm taking for her coming home unless I change my mind. I bought so many new baby outfits when I was about 7 months along and then with Dave's Mom living in Phoenix where they have tons of cheapo bargain shops, she's sent a ton too. Infact after I washed everything, hung it and tried putting it in Damien's closet, the bar was so full and tight I couldn't pull any clothes out with the others falling off the hangers. I had to come up with another plan for her clothes. They are now in Dominic's closet (still tight but not as bad) although he's not happy about it. He told me "no mommy! Get those out!" The boys have WAY too many clothes. That 5 foot bar in their closets are not big enough. The hangers all nearly touch.

Here's what I think she'll be coming home in:

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