Waters broken

I found kate this morning at 3:30 in the bathroom, she had felt a little trickle and had the presence of mind to get up out of bed, grab the sterile urine cup and head into the only tiled area of our house. I found her shortly thereafter, waters broken. We headed in and she was not in labor so back home we came. Now we wait....let me just say also that when they say the waters break...think levies in New Orleans not a misty rain...terrifying. Kate is doing really well though. she has the TENS machine on now, contractions pretty regular...this chick isn't dealing as well as kate:)

Everyone gets one....

So we had our first false alarm, we were out for a walk in marley park in south west dublin, very pretty and kate started getting contractions. Not very powerful but we were debating whether or not we would go in to the hospital. On the way home she felt something wet and we decided to go in. When we arrived, a woman was in labor coming in right in front of us. We almost turned around given it was pretty obvious kate was not in labor but figured we'd stick it out and get everything checked out. Everything was fine, so after 2 hours of monitoring we headed home. On the way out kate got her first taste of what labor looks like. Just as we were leaving the monitoring room, we had to hug the walls as a porter came rushing down the hallway pushing a woman in a wheelchair. She was facing backwards in the chair on her knees on the seat, saying "oh god...oh god...OH GOD!" as she went by us. I think Kate is in the zone. Yesterday we had a meeting with the OB, he said kate would go any day now, after which he said the baby was well grown and gave me a big pat on the back and smile...kinda creepy.

No baby yet...things are getting ugly

I've decided to take over posting duties for Kate now that I'm home and she is getting restless. As you can see from the photo the wheels are starting to come off this offspring attempt. Kate is happy but getting tired, 5 days to go. I'm afraid she may need to enter detox after this experience, does Betty Ford do Phish food withdrawal?

It's started already...

Well, we've started making this baby look foolish before he's even born. I know that parents get the enjoyment of dressing babies up in lots of idiotic outfits. With that in mind, we went with the sunglasses and thumbs up! Actually, now that I think about it, it's me that's dressed up like a moron, not the baby...

A few more pics

Here are a few pictures from a walk we took this weekend in Dun Laoghaire (a port in Dublin). Also, I've included some pictures of a sweater I just finished--we tried to put it on Lola, just to see if we could, but we didn't get very far...

F*ck yeah!

Today, in a masochistic fever, or maybe I was still milkshake-drunk after last night, I decided to try on my old skinny jeans... and they fit! (Except for the part where you zip them up) If this keeps up, there's going to be a Windy Hill calendar shoot this Christmas. At the very least, things are looking good for the team in the annual wife carry. F*ck yeah! I'm making a cheesecake.

To become an Irish citizen

Here's something I copied out of an official document on how to attain citizenship for those born in Ireland:

"If you, as a person born in the island of Ireland do an act which only an Irish citizen is entitled to do [...], the law regards that as an exercise of your entitlement to be an Irish citizen, and you are accordingly an Irish citizen from birth. This also applies to persons not yet of full age (i.e. those still under 18 and not married) on whose behalf such an act is done."

So here's how I interpret this: if our baby were to get drunk, knife someone in the alley behind our apartment, then vomit all over the sidewalk, he would officially become an Irish citizen. Alternatively (and because I don't condone underage drinking), TJ or I could do the same in his name.

I apologize for anyone of Irish descent who takes offense at this post, but it's pretty damn funny. And until you've lived in Dublin 1, you just don't know. It's not all leprechauns and rainbows...