It's October!

***Doctor Appointment***
We had our weekly doctor's appointment today. After scheduling appointments last week, we had a feeling our doctor may not be here for the due date. We were correct. He's going to the World Medical Mission's conference in North Carolina from October 7 - 11. I'm due on October 10. However, he did his little checking (which definitely HURT this time, but in the back of my mind I was trying to remember that labor hurts much worse) to find that my cervix is back by my tailbone and super thick. This "discovery" makes him think I will be late. At this point, I do hope I'm late.

I've heard and read stories about women who have had a hard time when they found out their doctor couldn't deliver their baby. I sort of brushed those stories aside as I didn't think that would happen to me. Now, it's a huge possibility, and it bothers me a lot more than I thought it would. Dr. Sawyer said his nurse tries to deliver a lot of his babies when he's gone. If she can't, he has a team of 8 doctors who are on call for each other. That's nice and all, but I don't KNOW those doctors - I know Dr. Sawyer. want him to deliver my baby.

Dr. Sawyer did give us his cell phone number; he took both of our numbers to store in his phone as well. We are to text him as soon as I go into labor if it's during the time he's gone. Even if he has just landed when I go into labor, he assured us he would head straight to the hospital to deliver our baby. Do you see why I just love him? He told us he has done that a few times; one time was when he flew in from Germany! Being in Phoenix for less than an hour and a half after sitting on a plane for an eternity, he delivered a baby. That is commitment to his patients!

If I end up being late (which again, he thinks I will be), he is not going to let me go past October 14. We are to call him if I still haven't gone into labor by October 13. If that's the case, we'll go to the hospital at 11pm to start the induction process so the baby's birthday will be October 14.

***Work update***
Yesterday, I talked to Missie about making Tuesday my last day. I figured this would be a good time to have some Adriane time before it's Vaughn time, all the time. I hope I don't get bored, but I do have a few things planned like paint fishy pictures for the nursery, finish all the thank you cards, finish the nursery, organize all my pictures, make some scrap books, exercise, maybe read a book...okay, I don't know how I'm not going to work for three months! *Below in Hubby Love, Dave had some ideas of things for me to do before the baby comes. According to him, I have lots I can do instead of work.

***The end of my pregnancy***
All in all, I'm feeling fabulous. I feel beautiful (this is the first time I have felt this way in my pregnancy). My back doesn't hurt. Most nights, I get at least six and sometimes eight consecutive hours of sleep. I can walk around at normal pace. When I think about myself, I have positive thoughts. I don't feel hindered by my normal work day becaues I'm pregnant. This whole third trimester thing is working out for me. Now, talk to me tomorrow and it may change. But as I said in the previous post, every day is a new day!

Hubby Love...it's been a while
- Dave: "He wants to meet daddy - it's not fair he just knows mommy's insides. Then, he's going to come out and say, 'HI YA!'"

- Dave: "Pretty soon, we're going to open the oven to smell cookies for little Vaughn." He opened the stove, looked up at me, and smiled really big.

- One night, I was super tired, but Dave was super hyper like every night after 10. I "politely" asked him to leave the room so I could finally go to sleep.
Dave: "You can't tell me to get out of here. I'm the one that helped you make the baby, and I'm going to buy you a conversion van."

- Dave: "I can't wait to get peed on."
Me: "But we have the awesome pee tee pees. I even washed them; they're all ready to go."
Dave: "But I want to get peed on, at least once. It'll be my induction into fatherhood."

- On Tuesday night before bed, I was balling hysterically and had no idea why. I do think there was a reason; however, I can't even remember what it was about anymore. Dave just kept looking at me, trying not to laugh. He kept telling me it would be okay because it was my hormones and that's what boys do to girls. He stood by my side supporting me as I sobbed. I finally calmed down and went to sleep with Dave still by my side.

- Tonight, as I was writing this post, Dave was doing the dishes. I told him I was concerned about being bored when I take off from work. I still think I NEED it, but it'll be hard for me. This is what he told me I could be doing:
Dave: "The backyard needs mowed. There's lots of sales calls that need made. You can learn kung fu. You can read a book on home lipo suction. The waterfall has some cracks that need to be sealed. The 4-runner could use a good wax job. Why don't you find a good martial arts school for baby Vaughn so he can be the best ninja? Or you can google how old little boys are before they can beat up their daddies... "
He kept going, but I stopped listening :)

- So, this isn't "hubby love", but it's definitely friend love and worth posting for Vaughn:
This is the PS from an email from Leah (Mrs. Powell): "...one of the homecoming court member's name is Vonn!!!! I think it is a sign...Labor on Friday...When I am announcing him...prob about 8 ish...hehe..."