Thursday, October 30, 2008

Its the way I roll!

I am not going to lie, I am the luckiest guy on earth! Look at my beautiful family! I was given the opportunity to marry once of God’s most special creations and I have 5 amazing kids and one more that isn’t really anymore than a ball of baby goo that seems to always be attached to my wife.

I am in the process of getting a Masters Degree, The Big Man Upstairs has allowed me to be born in this time and place to learn what I need to in this life. I am surrounded by great people including friends, family, co-workers, neighbors, and my Taiwanese Dog! So, why did I translate this into wingdings? For FUN! The first person to reply to this post and tell me what we call the little ball of baby flesh, will get a nice warm batch of Peanut Butter Bars from me…that is unless you live outside of the St. George area, then they won’t be so warm.
Good luck!

Monday, October 27, 2008

Name Game

I got this from Hayley's blog and I couldn't resist passing it on. As she said, reading through it will make you want to do it too. :O)

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Tobi Odyssey
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Peppermint Comfy
3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Green Dog
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Palmer Salt Lake
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first three letters of your last name, first two of your first name): Barja
6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Pink Orange Soda
7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): Miles Jay
8. STRIPPER NAME ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): Be Delicious Fishies
9. WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your fifth grade teacher's last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Lundell Louisville
10. SPY NAME (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Autumn Daisy
11. CARTOON NAME (favorite fruit, article of clothing you're wearing right now): Apple Bottoms
12. HIPPIE NAME (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Chocolate Aspen

I'm going to make this into a tag since I always feel so sad that no one ever tags me. {My sad little blog hasn't even been tagged once!} :O(

I'm tagging Parch, Sarah, Danielle, Julie, Nikki, Jen and anyone else who reads my blog religiously but doesn't comment so I don't know about it. :O)

Pumpkin Cookies

Greg is such a good Daddy that he makes sugar cookies. I know, that's typically a woman thing but I really suck at cooking {pretty much anything - that includes baking} and more importantly, I really don't enjoy doing it. So Greg made cookies for the kids to decorate. He even remembered to make them wait {although Anthony did sneak one bite first} until he could get pictures so I could blog about it. He's so thoughtful!Greg's vampireChuck doesn't want a cookie :O(HannahJamieHaileyAnthonyC.J.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Halloween Party

Greg and I went to a Halloween party that was thrown by the Jacobs who live up the street from us. I went as a nurse and Greg went as an accident victim. My little Chuck went as the cutest doctor in his own little scrubs. {Thanks Sarah!}Before he ateAfter he ate :O)Word to yo mutha!

Pictures from the Week

I know you all want to see lots of pictures of Chuck and I'm happy to oblige.

I had to show you this one of Chuck in my ring sling because you can see his dimple so well. He loves having his hands by his face too.
This is my favorite one of him in my sling. {Well, technically my friend Dy's sling, but I'm totally buying my own. I don't know how I survived my other kids without one of these!}
I think we may have another thumb sucker. It's hard to see in this picture but he's hanging on to his thumb for dear life!
Don't I just look fabulous!? {And totally two weeks postpartum}
Ater a bath in his elephant towel that he got from my aunt Susan.
Sleeping babies are so cute!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Chuck's Birth Story and Pictures



**This story is meant for me to keep rather than being focused on telling someone else the story so bear that in mind as you read**

Chuck Jonah Barton’s Birth Story
By his Mommy

It’s hard to know where to start, but seeing how he’s now going on three days old, I need to get it written before I forget details due to lack of sleep. (Okay, I technically didn’t finish the story until he was 10 days old.) I had been experiencing labor every night for about five nights before “true” labor started. I would have irregular contractions that would keep me awake most of the evening and through the night. Monday night (the 6th) I was sure the contractions were not going to stop and I would have him soon, but I still woke up pregnant. I was “due” on the 1st but was not anxious at all about being done with my pregnancy. I endured all the discomforts of a term pregnancy with a smile because I knew he was to be my last and knew I would miss the feeling of carrying another life inside me.

Wednesday night (the 8th) I slept fairly well until I was waking up with contractions around 4:00 am. I noticed that these seemed to come more frequently than previous nights, though I was dozing off between them. I began watching the clock since I wasn’t getting much sleep anyway and noticed that they were almost exactly 10 minutes apart. They had never been that regular but I tried not to get too excited. Around 6:00 am I felt like getting in the shower so I woke Greg up and had him shave my legs, figuring today was to be the “birth day.”

I made a few phone calls around 7:30 or 8:00 am to let people know I thought today would be the day, but not to come over yet. As Greg got the kids off to school I told them someone would come pick them up if the baby was coming while they were gone. Greg worked on cleaning and assembling my birth pool as I labored in the bedroom, listening to some upbeat music. My contractions were anywhere from 7-12 minutes apart. I’m not sure what time I called people to start coming over, but I think Jaylyn got here first and Laura and Dy got here about 10:30 am. Josh, the videographer, arrived some time before Deb (my photographer) and Sarah got here around noon. I had a videographer there because I, along with two partners, am producing a series of educational birth videos, one of which is to be on homebirth after cesarean (HBAC). We are also in the process of producing a video on out-of-hospital birth transfer procedures.

The whole labor is already somewhat of a blur because I purposely had the clocks covered up to allow myself to labor unencumbered by the pressure of time. I labored some in the bedroom, leaning over the end of the bed during contractions and sometimes walked around the house between contractions. I sat on my birth ball often and rocked back and forth, working through the back pain I was sure indicated my baby was posterior by having someone (usually Greg or Dy) provide counter pressure or doing a double hip squeeze.

I felt like going for a walk a little while after Dy and Laura arrived. It was nice to be out in the fresh air and Greg was either still finishing up the birth pool setup or had begun making lunch. Once we got back from the walk I was bored so we got Settlers down from the game closet. We never did even assemble the board, but it was a nice thought to keep myself entertained between contractions. As I sat on my birth ball in the front room talking to everyone, Jamie brought my brush out and brushed my hair for me. It was sweet to see her working so hard to keep me relaxed and comfortable. Greg made a delicious lunch of chicken and baked potatoes while my contractions continued. I felt like what they lacked in frequency they made up for in intensity. I may go 10-12 minutes without a contraction, but when it came it was like a true active labor contraction.

I didn’t want to get in the tub too early and slow my labor down or get sick of it because I had been in too long so I waited until I felt like I truly needed it, which I think was after lunch. Right before I got in the tub for the first time, Jaylyn sang to me. She sang “Lullaby” by the Dixie Chicks and I cried through the whole song, thinking about my sweet baby and how excited I was to meet him. She sang to me twice more during my labor; once with a song called “Breath of Heaven” by Amy Grant and the other was a song with the lyrics “I Will Love You.” I cried each time her beautiful voice helped me through contractions.

I was in and out of the tub for the rest of the afternoon and evening. When I was in the tub Anthony and Jamie were usually close by. C.J. would also frequently come close to me during contractions, putting his hand gently on my arm, sometimes rubbing very softly. Sometime in the afternoon he wanted to go to his friend T.J.’s house, but he was ready to come home around 6:30 pm. Anthony liked pouring water on me with a cup, but I think he got as much on himself as he did on me! Jamie was so vigilant throughout my long labor. She used a cup to pour water over my back during and between contractions, tickled my shoulder and talked to me. She must have realized she was on camera though because she had three different wardrobe changes and even had three different hairstyles (down, ponytail, braid and back to down).

My sweet husband could not have been more amazing. He lovingly supported me through nearly every contraction I had, often running to my side as one began. At one point I asked him when he ate last and he told me he could eat later because he did not want to leave me. When we talked about my labor late in my pregnancy, he had been concerned that we had not put in enough time “practicing” for the birth as we had with Anthony and Jamie and especially C.J. He was worried he would not be able to support me the way I needed. He could not have been more wrong; taking care of me comes naturally to him.

In the late afternoon, maybe around 2:30 or 3:00 pm I wanted to have a vaginal examination. I was simply curious about my progress, not anxious or nervous that there was something wrong. This showed that I was about 6 cm dilated and only 50% effaced. When Laura and I talked about the lack of effacement, she encouraged me that my cervix was very soft and stretchy even though it was not thin. Although I was wishing I had been closer to delivery, I was not discouraged by the information.

Hannah and Hailey got home from school around 4:15 pm, which was late. They should have been home by 3:45 pm. I had been asking what time it was because I knew they should have been home. I sent Jaylyn to find them and luckily they had just gone to a friend’s house after school. They seemed a bit overwhelmed by everyone in the house and the fact that I was actually using the birth tub that had been sitting in my front room for the past two weeks. I do remember helping Hannah with her math homework and checking both of their papers when they were done. One of them would often come out after I had been making a lot of noise during a contraction only to go back into whatever room they were in and announce to the other, “She’s not having the baby yet” or “No baby yet.” They didn’t seem too excited about the wait.

My photographer, Deb, had to leave to do a photo shoot around 6:00 pm so she taught Sarah how to use her camera and she got some great shots as I continued laboring. At this point I was definitely in active labor with my contractions closer together and becoming stronger. I changed positions frequently, laboring on hands and knees and squatting as much as possible to encourage the baby to turn anterior. I used the bathroom often but had very hard contractions on the toilet, probably due to the simulated squatting position.

I remember having a hard time with my contractions and feeling like I could not do it anymore when it was still light outside. My support team encouraged me that that meant I was almost done, but they said the same thing when it was dark outside. I was VERY frustrated at this point, telling them they had said the same thing when it was still light! I believe Laura had checked me again later in the evening (maybe around 8:00 or 8:30 pm?) and I was around 8 cm dilated; I do not remember if I was completely effaced. She suggested that Greg and I labor alone for a while since my house was bustling with people and activity.

We labored in the bed for a short time before I felt like getting in the shower. I definitely hit transition at this point. I think I needed to be alone with Greg to really let go and “lose it.” He got in the shower with me as I cried about not wanting to go on, feeling frustrated about how long it was taking and that I could not enjoy labor as some women did. I had hoped this time would be different, but the back pain I had was more than I thought I could bear. After I got out of the shower I got in the tub again and my contractions spaced out so much (probably every 10 or 15 minutes) that I was dozing off between them. This had to have been after 9:30 pm. I was enjoying the break between contractions and was simply riding them out rather than working with them directly. I remember thinking at this point that I just wanted to get on my back, push with all my might and have this baby. I even tried pushing through some contractions to see if it felt better or if I could get my water to break on its own, hopefully speeding things up.

After I’d been in the tub for a while, laboring with just Greg, I think Laura checked me again in my room and suggested that it was time to try and have the baby. I don’t remember her telling me how far dilated I was at the time, but I think I had just a lip of cervix left. She suggested we go in the front room where we had set up a birth area by the pool and not let anyone come in until the baby was coming. I started pushing with my contractions even though I didn’t feel like it. It hurt in my back and definitely did not feel right to push. I started losing more blood than Laura was comfortable with, especially considering the fact that I had passed a clot and was continuing to lose more. The baby’s heart rate had been consistently 155 even during hard contractions, but as I began pushing it dropped to around 120. Although this is not an alarming heart rate, it certainly was not normal for him.

I’m not sure when everyone came in the room, but all of a sudden it was full of people. I don’t know how long I pushed, maybe 15 or 20 minutes (during which my water broke spontaneously), before we had Josh turn the camera off so we could discuss what to do. Laura explained that I was losing blood and that the baby’s heart rate was lower. She also later told me that while I pushed my cervix swelled and actually closed to about 7 cm. Someone suggested calling Liz, but we didn’t think there was anything she could do. Sarah asked if Greg had given me a blessing. Josh anointed my head with oil and Greg gave me an amazing priesthood blessing. He blessed me with peace about the birth, however the baby needed to be born. He reminded me that Anthony and Jamie are here because of modern medicine and that sometimes things don’t work out the way we would like them to. He commanded me, in the name of Jesus Christ, to have peace about the birth and to make the right decision. (At least that’s how I remember it going.) As soon as he was done with the blessing I knew we needed to transfer to the hospital. I didn’t know why but I knew it was right. I was truly at peace with whatever would happen there. I was not sure I would have another c-section and was sad to think about the recovery I would experience while trying to take care of my kids, but I knew it would be okay if I did need one.

I said, “Let’s go in” and Greg again suggested maybe calling Liz, trying to give me an out, but I knew it was time to go. Did I mention I’m producing a video on out-of-hospital birth transfer procedures? I swear I did not do this on purpose! As we got ready to leave I told everyone that if the baby was okay I wanted an epidural. Having experienced an “emergency” c-section already when there was NO emergency, I wanted it to be very clear that I was NOT going to have another surgery under general anesthesia unnecessarily. I even grabbed Dy by the shoulders and said, “Dy – I want an epidural!”

We loaded into the van (at about 10: 45 pm), Greg driving, Josh crammed in the deep back with the camera rolling and Dy next to me in the middle seat so she could check heart tones all the way there. (His heart rate never went down, even during hard contractions.) Greg drove quickly and the bumpy ride was not fun, especially during contractions. At one point Greg called police dispatch to inform them that he would not be pulling over if a police officer drove up behind him. He gave them our vehicle description and license plate number. They must have told him to obey all the traffic laws because as he hung up his phone and threw it on the seat he said, “Obey this!”

We arrived at the hospital within 8-10 minutes of leaving my house and a police officer pulled in right behind us. Greg showed him his driver license as we all got out of the van and headed inside. I had a contraction just outside the doors as Greg went inside to get some help. Laura told me that the nurse on shift knew me so I asked if it was Pearl. She said she didn’t know but she was excited to see me. When we got to the doors and I got in the wheelchair, Pearl said, “Janet – What the hell!?” It did not seem that she was asking what the hell I was thinking, but rather what I was doing there again in a similar situation. (Pearl had been one of the nurses on shift when I transferred to the hospital with Anthony and Jamie.) We laughed and joked about the situation as they wheeled me into the room. I told Pearl that I wanted an epidural, hoping she understood what I meant and that I was not exactly begging for medication. On the way to the hospital I did not feel that I would need a c-section, but figured that if I could get the epidural, I could push him out since I would not feel the excruciating back pain anymore that I felt was holding me back from pushing.

I got into the room and had one contraction in the wheelchair before getting on the bed. I had another contraction as the nurses assembled things and tried to put a gown on me. I remember asking, “Why do I have to have that on?” as Laura pulled it off me. My third contraction started as one nurse (Kristen) was finishing inserting my IV. I held my breath and grunted a little with that contraction and I could hear Dy whispering in my ear, “Janet, are you pushing?” I told her I didn’t know and she asked me again, trying to get me to admit that I was pushing and that my body was in fact doing it. I finally said, “I guess.” I think I remember her telling me that I could push the baby out and offering other verbal encouragement. I still wasn’t sure I could do it because the pain in my back was still so intense that I didn’t think I could do it even if my body felt like it.

Pearl wanted to check me and although I didn’t want her to, I just said “Hurry Pearl. It hurts like a bitch!” As she checked me she asked if I felt like pushing through the contractions. I told her I wasn’t sure because of the pain in my back. She said, “On the next contraction pull back on your legs and push with all you’ve got and let’s see if we can’t just have the baby.” As I began pushing with the next contraction I could actually feel the pain in my back moving down slightly, which was encouraging to me because it definitely felt like progress this time. I pushed until I could feel the intense stretching from his head and reminded myself as I felt his face coming out to ease up so I wouldn’t tear. After I had his head out Pearl reminded me to push again for his shoulders as she guided him out with her hands. As soon as he was born I was asking for her to put him on me so I could hold him. Seconds later Dr. Ott walked in and unfortunately immediately clamped and cut the umbilical cord. This may not have been such a big deal though since I delivered the placenta so quickly.

I looked at my sweet boy for the first time, amazed that I had actually birthed him vaginally. We were allowed ample time to bond while I delivered my placenta and Dr. Ott checked my perineum and surgery scar. Since I had come in with bleeding he wanted to make sure my scar was intact and luckily there were no problems. I did not even tear! I know that the priesthood power and my faith in Jesus Christ made it possible for me to give birth the way I did. I am fairly certain that the ride to the hospital helped with his positioning with all the turning, bouncing and moving in and out of the van. There truly are no accidents.

My chubby kid, born at 11:08 pm, weighed in at 9 lbs 13 oz and measured 21 ¼ inches. He had a 14.6 inch head. And although the (apparently ill-trained) baby nurse gave him Apgar scores of 3 and 8, he was perfect in every way. The doctor had said I could leave after 2 hours, but we left the hospital just shy of 4 hours after his birth and it only took that long because I waited around for a RhoGam shot (he’s A+) to save me a trip to the doctor’s office.

I am so happy with my birth experience even though I did not get to push him out here at home and climb into my bed right afterwards. I do not feel any regret or grief over his birth and feel completely empowered by the experience. I was the one calling the shots. And I gave birth vaginally after a c-section! I DID IT!!!

Jamie brushing my hair between contractions
Mommy's little helpers

My boys helping with the water temperature
Helping Hannah with math homework between active labor contractions
The best labor companion in the world

My midwife, Laura, and doula, Dy
The amazing nurse, Pearl, who caught Chuck. She's been there for all of my births except C.J. {I was in American Fork with him}

A Rose by Any Other Name...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." - Shakespeare

My point: he's still the cutest baby ever made, even if we did decide to change his name.

Greg and I were both struggling with calling our new little son the right name. When someone asked Greg our son's name, it took him about 5-10 seconds to remember. And we have both called him Gavin (my nephew's name). Hailey kept calling him Noah. The name Jonah just didn't fit. Greg and I threw around a few names on Thursday and prayed about it a whole bunch. We didn't come up with anything until Friday afternoon when Greg came home from work and said, "Look at those eyes and tell me he's not a CHUCK." I must admit that at first I was not too excited about the name even though the spirit told me it was right. It's growing on me and I'm pleased to announce the NEW name of our 6th child: Chuck Jonah Barton.

Here are some random pictures from the past 10 days. Unfortunately for him he's number 6 so there will never be as many pictures as there were with the first. Good thing he's a boy because he won't care as much.

Too bad we didn't win. :O(
We're not using a pacifer so Greg has agreed to be the substitute.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Jonah's Announcement

My hubby has done such a good job of keeping everyone updated that it took the blogging pressure off of me for a while. :O) {Thanks!}

So here is the announcement that my wonderful photographer {already plugged in a previous post, but she's SO amazing she deserves another one!} put together for me. The picture was taken about 30 minutes after he was born. I will post more pictures when I get them uploaded to my computer.

The story is coming - I'm still working on the long version to keep for myself and when I have that done I'll put some details on here...or maybe just a link to the full version. Anyone have a preference?

Saturday, October 11, 2008

What Jamie wants....isn't always what she gets!

OK, so I don't know how many of you are familiar with my little Angel Jamie. When she was a baby, I wanted to throw her through a window because she was a screamer! I don't mean like not happy screaming, I mean like Jurassic Park soundtrack-worthy screamer... Luckily she survived those years, so that she could be so helpful on Thursday with my Wife.

Janet was fortunate enough to do most all of her laboring at home, so Jamie was able to be right there by her side, ALL DAY LONG! When Janet was laboring on the bed, Jamie would rub her feet or tickle her leg. When Janet was in the birth pool, Jamie would pour water on her back with a little green cup. When Janet was leaned forward, Jamie would tickle her shoulders or brush her hair. It was one of the cutest things I have ever seen.

So Friday morning when Hailey, Hannah, C.J., Anthony, and Jamie were meeting their new little brother Jonah they were great. Hailey would comment on how tiny his ears were, C.J. would laugh at his sneeze, Hannah gave a play-by-play on the amount of eyeball which was visible at any given time, and Anthony just starred. Jamie was the last one to come in, and Janet asked if she wanted to come meet her little Brother (a boy) Jonah. She came over to the bed, and with those big eyes (see attached photo for example of said expression) and quietly said "But I wanted a girl..."

After much discussion, and mommying however, Jamie has decided that a little brother will do just fine!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Cleatus the NOT fetus

At 11:08 last night (10/09/08) my beautiful Wifey brought Jonah Kay Barton from one life into another! While I was there, and yes I did pay attention Jon, I am choosing not to share anything but the briefest of details here. As much as Janet has talked about how amazing her experience was, I will give her the opportunity to explain it later.

I also don't have any pictures to put up, but we all know we aren't missing anything...newborns are not all that cute to look at. The basics: 9 lbs 13 oz, 21 1/4 inches, 10 toes, 10 fingers, one head (with all normal and working parts minus teeth), I would mention the arms and legs, but seeing as how I already mentioned the digitals at the end of each...that seems redundant.

Mom and baby are doing great, but for some reason I am more tired than them both...How does this happen?

Janet will get on and probably post her story with some pictures from Funny Face Photography. Deb was amazing, if anyone is in need of a photographer she has a gift for seeing and framing the most amazing shots.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

You know what to do...

Attention all Janet know who you are...


Tuesday, October 7, 2008


So, to get our minds off of the fact that Cleatus has a very real possibility of coming out looking like a California Raisin (purple and shrivelled), I have decided to tell a story about my adorable children.

I have created a family of monsters, and just as when I am doing something stupid and end up getting hurt...I have no one to blame but myself. At the moment, I have a house full of sarcastic and sassy kids that will eventually grow into sarcastic and sassy teenagers.

Example you say? Ok, here is but one of the myriad of examples of what I mean. This last weekend, I was helping C.J. sound out scaredy cat. He finally read it out loud in a bit of a questioning tone. I looked at him and said "You're a scaredy cat" to which my 3 year old Jamie promptly replied with "I got your scaredy cat right here".

Of course I thought that was so funny that I called Janet to tell her. Once I hung up Jamie asked me who was on the phone. I said "your mom". To my dismay, she shot back with "your mom"...I said "No it really was your mom"...only to hear "it really is your mom" in response...

I am doomed! and I have no one to blame by myself...(resigned sigh of despair)

Monday, October 6, 2008

Still going...

I don't have any new pictures to post since I usually take those on Wenesdays, but I wanted to let all inquiring minds know that yes, I'm still pregnant. I'm going on six days "overdue" ( this baby's got a CALENDAR in there!) and I've even beat my personal record since C.J. was born at 2:08 pm on the 5th day past his due date. Yay for a new record!

I'm doing great. I'm still loving being pregnant and although I'm anxious to enjoy my baby and revel in the fun newborn sounds, nursing, and cuddling, I'm still not anxious to be done with pregnancy.

Greg, on the other hand, is getting really impatient. :O) He calls from work multiple times a day to see if anything is happening. He's also dragged me on a walk for the past three or four nights, constantly offering nipple stimulation when he's around me. :O) He has admitted that part of it is that he's ready for the time off work. (Don't tell Jon!) I'm just content to let this baby come when it's ready, whenever that is.

I'll try to post as soon as I can after the birth because I know you're all waiting anxiously to hear the news. Thanks for thinking of us - keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we approach this wonderful birth.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Happy Due Date to Me!

Well, technically it was yesterday, but I had a pretty busy day so I couldn't get to this post until now. I went and got a massage {thanks Mom for watching the kids!} and did a video shoot. {I know you're jealous!} I'm producing this video as a joint venture with my sister and a guy that actually has production experience and knows what the crap he's doing. :O) I can't release all the details now, but when the project is complete and ready for roll out, you'll be the first to know.

Here are my 40-week pictures. I know the ticker at the right says I'm 38 weeks, but that's because I set it for 42 weeks since I usually gestate longer and I get tired of people asking, "You haven't had that baby yet!?" Not that this really stops people from asking though.

Here I am in front of my birth pool {where I will preferably be birthing this little one.} I thought it would be fun to get pictures in the clothes I wore for many of my pregnant pics. They certinaly don't fit like they used to!

I'm feeling really great and am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that these are literally the last few days I will be pregnant for the rest of my life. This being my last pregnancy, I am cherishing these moments with this little one still inside. It's truly amazing what our bodies are capable of and it is definitely worth the minor discomforts of pregnancy to be such an incredible vessel.

And by the way, isn't my husband the best!? He goes through the pregnancy as much as I do {albeit in a different way} and has been a really great support. He's rubbed my feet, cooked me dinner, bathed the kids {he normally does that, but it's extra hard when my belly is so big}, let me have innumerable naps, let me cry on his shoulder when I'm feeling extra emotional, and helped around the house. And he even blogs publicly about how great I am, throwing his wonderful sense of humor in during the process.

I'm excited to see him become a new dad again because even though he doesn't love the newborn stage, he's so cute with our babies. I'm excited to see him swaddle our baby so tight that you couldn't get in with a crowbar. I can't wait to see the expression of true joy when he gets that first smile or the look of adoration as he watches me feed our little one. I love him more than words can say. {Please try to overlook the obvious corniness.} :O)

See what a cute Daddy he is!?

We all love you!