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Sam got circumsized yesterday. Poor little guy. We weren't in the room, thank goodness, although I did have to hold him while they drew his blood. I did NOT like hearing his pain-cry. He is doing well, though- he doesn't seem to be in any pain when we change his diaper (we meaning me...Devin says seeing his new "weenie" gives him the heeby-jeebies).

Whitney and I saw Twilight on Saturday! I really liked it. I had a hard time concentrating though, because my boobs got so dang full of milk toward the end of the movie- they were killing!!! Sorry for the TMI.

Sam on the way to the doctor's office. Poor little fellow had no idea what was coming.

sam looks like such a clone of Devin in this picture.we were over at the Barry's last night. Brenda wanted so badly to hold Sam but felt a cold coming on. She was resourceful and used a blindfold as a mask! What a good Go-go!!!is this not the most handsome little dad you've ever seen?

Mr. Sam Man

I just love Sam Barry. He is the sweetest. Here is a picture of his sweet feet. It's also sort of a crotch-shot. Sorry, Sam.
My mom went home last night after staying with us for a week. I really miss her help and knowledge...Poor Sam is on his own with me and Maw-Maw for now...

I am missing the midnight premiere of Twilight tonight!!! I am pretty dissapointed about it, but it wouldn't be fair to ask Devin to be with Sam until the wee hours of the morning when he has to work tomorrow. Ugh. Why am I such an amazing wife??? Jk Jk. Plus, I can't even drive yet until next week. Whatev.

And here is a picture to make you jealous, Selena!

Parent Initiation

This past Friday Sam had his first pediatrician appointment. While we were in the waiting room (which made me very uncomfortable, by the way- I could just smell the germs), we heard poo rumbles coming from Sam's diaper. I whisked Sam off to the bathroom with just a clean diaper and some wipes. On my way to the bathroom, a nurse told me I could use an empty patient room to change him.

While changing him on the paper-covered table, Sam's man-part sprayed pee ALL over the walls, making the poo in his diaper fly across the room. There was poo on the walls, chairs, floor, on him, on his clothes...yeah.

Since I didn't bring another outfit and definitely needed help (still can't bend over thanks to the C-section), I grabbed the pee/poo covered naked Sam, waddled back to the full waiting room, and yelled, "Devin! I need you and the diaper bag!!!" Devin came running back there to help me clean up. As we were cleaning up, little Sam peed yet again all over the paper table.

The worst part about the whole experience was that it was so dang funny- I can't tell you how bad it hurts to laugh when you have a 6-inch cut on your stomach.

Anyway, that's the story. How about more pictures of my boy???

The above picture is all of the spit-up Sam did on Devin's shirt from the dr.'s office. You kind of have to look hard for the stains, but they're there.

Baby Barry is HERE!!!!

and he has a name! Devin named him Sam William Barry. Sam is not short for anything (popular question).

My Paw-Paw looked at me on Sunday night and said he thought the baby would come that night (for all you Arizona people a Paw-Paw is a grandpa. He and my grandma are staying with us while they visit from Georgia). He said I had "the look." He said my Maw-Maw always got the look before she had her babies. Sure enough, my water broke about 8 hours later, on my due date.

I had just been on one of my bathroom trips at around 4:55 in the morning. I went to lay back down on our bed, felt a little pain, and then starting wetting the bed uncontrollably!!! Here's the conversation that followed:

me: "Hey Dev?"

Devin: "Yeah?"

me: "My water just broke."

Devin: "LET'S DO THIS!!!"

We proceeded to the hospital where I continued to leak more water (had no idea my body could hold that much fluid). I was still only dilated a 1, so after being put in the labor and delivery room, they started me on Pitocin (spelling?). The doctor came in to check on me about 12:30 p.m., only to find out that little Sam had turned and was BREECH! We didn't waste any time and headed to the operating room. Sam arrived at 1:09 p.m. weighing 8 lbs. 13 oz.

I'll write much more later, including the experience at the pediatrician that initiated Devin and me as parents. It involves lots of projectile poop and nudity.

This whole baby experience has made me appreciate all the amazing people in my life even more. I am so in love with my sweet husband who is such a wonderful father and amazing husband. He has been doing so much for Sam and for me. I would be pulling my hair out and cussing if I were him.

Michelle Boam has been an amazing help. She kept us company those long days at the hospital. She helped me while I was struggling to feed Sam and Devin was sleeping. She is a wonderful girl and selfless giver of service.

My sisters-in-law are amazing. They have comforted me so much when I have had questions (believe me, there have been a lot so far). They give me advice and tell me I'm doing a good job. I married into such a wonderful family. Thank you John and Brenda for raising such an amazing son.

39 week update

Well, there really is no news to share after my 39-week checkup. I am now 1 cm dilated (compared to the 1/2 cm I was at 36 weeks), which is NOTHING! My doctor discussed induction with me, but I really see no point since I'm not miserable and there is no medical reason for it. Anyway, that's it. Baby Barry is in no rush.

funny pictures

Devin was out hours before I was ready for bed last night, so I was looking through old pictures. I found some pretty funny ones.

This was sometime in 2006, I think, long before Devin and I were an item (well, an official item at least). Selena and I went to visit him in the ER (I can't count how many times we've been there for Devin- poor guy).

This was from my and Selena's apartment in Flagstaff. We were doing a recreation of "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. I was the girl and Selena was the boy.

This is when Selena got a bad bang trim. Oh man this picture just gets me everytime.

I am going to the doctor this afternoon for my 39 week appointment. Hopefully there is some action going on. I will update if anything exciting is happening!

Belly Buddy

My dear Stacie came over to pay me a visit today! She came bearing gifts of HOMEMADE salsa, chips, and wonderful donuts. We were going to make a music video about pregnancy ( Stacie is 22 weeks along), but I lost my motivation when it came down to it. We took pictures together instead.

22 weeks along vs. 38 weeks along.

Above view: In a sumo wrestling match I would tear her apart.

I tried to teach Stacie my pregnant picture pose. Not bad.

So I guess my prediction was wrong...

I predicted Baby Barry to arrive today, 10/27. I walked for about 25 minutes this morning hoping to stir up some contractions, but nothing happened. I basically laid around the house all day (my first day off of work), but I did manange to get 2 more loads of baby clothes washed and folded. I did another short walk this evening for 20 minutes or so, but nothing really happened. Devin and I just got back from Bashas', and I am now having some lower back pain! Alright! Don't worry though, I know it's not the real thing. Anyway, that's the update. 38 weeks and counting.

You asked for a smiling picture

37 weeks pregnant. Holy Moly! I still stand by my prediction of having the baby on October 27th. That would be next week! Oh my! I am slowly coming to the realization that I will most likey have him late rather than early, but why not think positively?

As far as the name goes, we've still got nothing (but thanks, Scottee, for hosting a name-athon on your blog). We did hear the name Weston in sacrament meeting today, but I have no special feelings toward it.

This is Devin standing next to his latest creation. I came home from work this past week and he had shelves completed in our garage! He is seriously so handy. He painted my toenails for me tonight, by the way.

Thank you to everyone for coming to my baby shower. I am seriously thinking about starting thank-you cards soon...but in the meantime thank you for helping us get prepared for our sweet baby boy.

I'm making you all look at my feet again

I'm sorry- they were just SO swollen last night I had to share. I figure the swelling won't last forever so I might as well enjoy it while it's here.

yes, that is my finger-mark on my leg. Gross.