A mother of two

I'm finally getting around to posting about our new addition. It's been crazy in the Bingham household since she arrived. And well, I think I warned all of you that I would have very little time for this sort of thing. You know what sort of thing I'm talking about. Personal time? Is that what it's called? I've forgotten. . . . .
For those who haven't logged onto Facebook within the last month, here she is:

Precious I know.
And her stats: Born Feb. 11, 2011 @ 11:32 pm
                      Weighed 8 lbs. 15 oz
                      20.5 inches long

It's been different having another girl in the house, but for the most part I'm loving it. She loves to be loved and cuddling is one of her fav. things to do. It's fun. So is dressing her up in pink and purple and bows!
I know I'm going to enjoy teaching her how to be a girly girl. Because Kael on the other hand is ALL boy (no complaints there). It's going to take a whole other post to update you on him. He's growing up so fast! More on him to come.

As for our little family adjusting to this big change:
Ella is definitely a lot more needy than Kael ever was. When she's awake she wants constant attention, and well, Kael isn't settling for any of that. He is having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he now has to share his mom. He's still too young to understand exactly what it going on and why he can't do certain things, like sit on my lap while I'm nursing. I quickly found out that if I don't spend some one-on-one time with him in the mornings, then it doesn't take long for him to go into a whiny and insanely jealous rampage.
Dustin spent the first 2 weeks sleeping out on the couch while Ella and I took the bed. It took about that long for me to figure out her sleeping patterns and what worked best for her. And even though he was just in the other room, I missed him terribly.
Right now, Ella still has her days and nights a little mixed up and lately going to bed before 1:00 a.m. just isn't an option for me. The laundry load has doubled because either I'm contantly being covered in spit up, or she's having those nasty newborn blowouts.
And those are just a few things. It sounds like a lot I know, and I really hope I didn't just change the minds of those who have been thinking of expanding their little family or having kids at all. But really I've been told that the first two weeks are the hardest. And we've made it past that. So I think we're good. Right?

I wouldn't change a thing. Our baby girl is worth it. And every night I thank my Heavenly Father for entrusting us with this special spirit (followed by asking for the strength to endure just one more night :)
I LOVE being a mom. And I really can't think of anything else I would rather do. Poopy diapers, puke stained clothes, and all sleepless nights set aside - I have the best job in the world!

P.S. Dustin and I still can't decide who she looks more like. All we can see is that she is the girl version of Kael. What do you think?

Thing 1

Thing 2

Here's to hoping

That my due date is off by a couple of weeks. I am now on day 5 of being "overdue", but we all know that 50 percent of overdue births were never overdue at all. They just had the wrong due date. I'm praying that I'm one of those. I've been pregnant for 9 months, what's another week or two right?
To be perfectly honest I'm scared of induction. I just keep thinking of all of the complications that can arise by trying to force my baby to come when she's not ready. My prayer is that she comes on her own.
As of right now things still check out just fine. She's not stressed. There's plenty of aminiotic fluid and both of our vitals are great. So I'm prepared to give her all of the time that she needs. As long as it doesn't exceed 42 weeks.

This doesn't mean I'm the happiest pregnant woman in the world. My patience is thinning and most days I feel as though I've gone into a depression. I've even broke down sobbing a few times. I'm so antsy to meet our little girl and to get my body back!
Here's to hoping.

Counting down to D-day

The countdown is on! Only 19 more days until our baby girl is due.

Here is a cheesy peek of her this week. Full term.

I'm feeling pretty good. Minus the fact that the only thing I ever want to wear are my sweats. I think I've got the next 19 days in the bag! She can make her debut anytime, and I let her know that everyday.

Really though, all I'm hoping for is that she's as good to me as Kael was and that she comes on her due date.

Oh, one more thing. The closer I get the more I find myself thinking about Kael's birth and how I was able to handle everything. I finally broke down and typed up the whole incredible experience. If you're interested in reading it go here. I'm praying that things take the same route so I know what to expect. Not likely though since I hear that just like every pregnancy, every labor is different.

And yes we are having another water birth in the comfort of our own home. And no I'm not crazy. Do a little research before you judge.

A sad start to the new year

"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole."  - Roger Caras

I had to post this, because I think that our dear sweet Alice deserves it. And the tears are streaming down my face as I type. Who would have thought that losing a pet would be so hard.
It's been 3 days and I still cannot hold back the tears when I let myself think of her absence.
In her excitement to accompany Dustin to feed cows, Alice ran out in front of his truck. . Dustin hit the brakes, but could feel the truck skidding down the road with Alice's paw caught underneath. Her front leg was so mangled that there was nothing we could have done, but put her to rest.
But silly me, I know that resting is the last thing that that girl is doing.
Up there in Doggy Heaven.

Dopey, we miss you more than you know!