Breakfast On Pluto

I had this super special mushy post in mind for June 27th, seeing as it was Jordan's one monthiversary and Rob and my 2 year "wedding" anniversary but of course the baby bean refused to stop eating and when I tried to stop so I could write, she cried. When I tried to juggle her nursing while I typed, she cried. So, two days late, I'm frantically writing this while she catnaps. Here we go.

First, let me say Happy Anniversary to Rob. I love you and I can't thank you enough for putting up with the last 9 (10ish?) months of grumpy preggo me. And now tired mommy me. Thanks for cleaning, for dealing with my cravings, for ignoring my insanity, and for keeping your mouth shut every time I wanted to argue. You really are the best husband.

It always boggles my mind how fast time can fly now that I'm not 7 years old, but this past month really has passed in an exceptionally quick way. It's so hard to believe a month ago, I was in the process finally not being really really pregnant anymore/having a baby. It took forever to get there and then suddenly it FLIES by and my baby is already a full month old. Its really terrifying how it happened and it makes me realize that even when I get frustrated, how I really need to enjoy and cherish every stage and day I have with her. I'll never have that first month back; and even though there are amazing months and stages to look forward to, its a little sad that the first bit passed by in the blink of an eye.

I was going to write down Jordan's birth story for everyone who was asking, but I think I'll have to write it in a separate post and let this one go for now.

I'll try and catch you all up with some of the key highlights of the last month and a half. So, first...
My dog got ran over by a car.
Don't worry, he's fine now.

This is how it started. I was in the baby's room, finishing up some last minute organization. I was 38 and something weeks along, huge and so over being pregnant. I heard a car squeal (you know, that infamous WE'RE GOING TO CRAAAAAAAAAASH noise that signals something exciting might happening) and in true Dane Cook style I looked to see what went down. With all cars and occupants appearing to be in tact, I lost interest.
**Quick side note- our road is perilous. People crash practically once a day on this road, semi-trucks drive on it at neck breaking speeds, and our landlord has lost no less than 5 pets to accidents on it.

A few minutes later, I went out back to retrieve the Pug Batman, and to my horror, found him to be nowhere. He's usually hooked up on a run, which I had put him on, but lately he had somehow found a way to escape his tether. On those occasions he'd be sitting by the back door waiting to be let in for a treat, but today he was absent from his normal spot. I went out, called for him by the woods, and nothing. So I went back through the house, thinking he might be int he front yard watching the cars, the idiot. I opened the door and...

Sad day, the poor little thing was laying on the mat. My heart broke. I brought him in and the first thing I noticed was that he was a little bloody from a scrape on his leg. My eyes watered in sympathy. Then I noticed he was favoring his back leg. My empathy raged on as I brought him his favorite treat, bed, and toy. Then I saw the leg dangle in a grotesque sort of way, and I began to fear for my life because I was pretty sure my husband would kill me when he saw what happened to his dog.

Sure enough, when he got the phone call that his precious doggy had been smashed on, Husband was UNhappy. Not at me, really, but the universe. Too bad the universe wasn't there in person to get the evil eye. After holding him for awhile and taking a long, sad look at our bank account, Sir Pug was escorted to the vet by me, lugging his 20 pound butt along with a 38.5 week huge stomach. Not an easy feat. After a $70 xray and $25 worth of pain pills, he came back with a sweet $90 splint on his leg, which at an extra $30 a pop, would need changing for the next 5 weeks. He is now officially more expensive than an Xbox 360. Batman, had you not been so stupid, we could have bought had Xbox. Not that we were going to buy one, but thats what kind of money we spent on you. Feel very special. (Can you tell this is a gaming family? Your worth is measured by systems and so forth.)

This is him, reveling in attention and couch privileges. For the first 3 weeks he had pain meds, which he ate wrapped up in a piece of cheese. Call me crazy but I think he'd do it again, seeing as the perks heavily outweighed that one moment of panic and pain he felt.

Now, 5 weeks later, he's still treating the leg gingerly but the splint is off and he is a healed, happy dog. Even though the left leg is now slightly better looking than the right. Oh well.

It's been a long time since I've blogged, sorry everyone! I have been busy! Consider this the formal birth announcement of our daughter, Jordan Hanna, born May 27th (day before the due date!) at 12:18pm. Weighing in a 6 lb. 9 oz. and 19 inches long, she is active and healthy and wonderful! My mom was there for almost a month, and shortly after she left Rob's parents and some of his sisters showed up to meet the new addition. I've been busy trying to recover while taking care of the baby and the dog who, a few weeks before, had gotten hit by a car and broken his leg. This is the first week I've been mostly home alone and I'm finding it very challenging trying to get anything done! Jordan has been in the middle of a growthspurt and spent the last 3 days eating every 15 minutes or so. Both of us got very little sleep and everything else around the house suffered too. Today however, she is back to her happy, eating, and SLEEPING self, which let me straighten the house, shower, and even get a little nap myself! I'll try to post more often now. I'll leave you all with a picture of Miss Jordan, 3 weeks old, taken by my talented sister in law.