Swaddled

It's a good thing Jacob is a champion swaddler...

because sometimes moms need to be swaddled too.

i have to admit that being wrapped up like a burrito felt pretty nice.

i totally "get" why babies are into this sort of thing.

simulating womb-like surroundings... *sigh*

These Two

Jacob and Rose's first cuddle session the day we took her home.

My heart is exploding constantly these days.

I'm so lucky to have these two.

Rose's First Bath

Okay. Maybe not her first bath, but it was mine and Jacob's first time bathing her at home, I guess. Precious times with the family, right? Jacob enthusiastically took the wheel with this one, and I sat nearby to capture it. We found out quickly that Rose does not like baths one bit! She was pretty furious with us.

"SAVE ME!!!"

I was glad to be the one to wrap her up in a warm towel at the end. She actually seemed to enjoy that part.

This pic is so sad/funny/cute the same time. Poor baby.

Hopefully the next bath time isn't so traumatic for her.

After the last one I sincerely wondered if she would ever trust us again.

Employed

So I have a new job,

and this is my boss...

THAT FACE. I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE IT.

Super Girl!

Daddy dressed her yesterday.

Of course, he chose the "baby elephant" onesie that he decorated for FHE 

and found the perfect corresponding blanket to go with the ensemble.

Cuuute.

Jacob and I are very much rookies at this whole "parent" thing, but so far (5 days?) it's been really cool. 

We love our little Rose

 and she seems to like us too.

4 days old

4 days old and already holding her binky in by herself!

I knew my child would be highly advanced.

Just as a warning—expect a lot more of this.

Rose's great-grandma Ferrin requested that I post EVERY LITTLE CUTE THING that she does,

and the last thing I want to do is disappoint Grandma.

Rose Madeleine Robinson

Rose Madeleine Robinson

Born May 10th 2013, 2:51 am

7 lbs 14 oz, 19.5 inches 

Simply precious.

In lovely, blooming spring

my Rosebud came to me.

A tiny flower of pink,

she puts a song in me.

My pink Rose.

My pink, pink Rose.

How dear, nobody knows.

How sweet, just as it shows.

My pink Rose.

The Graduate

I guess while I'm sitting around waiting for my baby to get here, I should probably announce that this guy graduated. Take a fine look at my handsome-mechanical-scholar-genius. By "mechanical" I just mean that he graduated with his Bachelor's in Mechanical Engineering. He's not, like, a robot or anything like that. He just likes to make robots.

i love a man in a robe :)

graduation BBQ + campfire with some fellow graduating friends.

Tinkering with his graduation present... TOOLS!

You should've seen him and his friends going crazy over putting this tool set together when I gave it to him. Party games? Activities? In a crowd of engineers, there's no need. Just give them a tool set to assemble and they are so so happy.

the man of the hour!

and the parents came for the big day too!

As Jacob's graduation was approaching, I started to feel bad. I began to feel like maybe all of his academic accomplishment this past year has been somewhat overshadowed. It seems like everything these past 9-and-a-half months has been all about me and Baby. Meanwhile, he has been working hard and doing incredible things in his classes and research. He has achieved so much—of course, while taking care of his very needy pregnant woman + unborn babe, taking his most challenging course-load ever, doing research, working on grad school applications, serving in church callings, etc.

If I ever had to trade places with him, I'm sure I couldn't do it so gracefully. But like the champ he is, he just acts like it's nuthin. I'm in constant awe of his love, service, and dedication in everything he does. And I confess, it's pretty good to be married to someone like that.

Congrats, my love!

Uno Mas

decorated my final onesie and am rather pleased with it.

tried out a kaleidoscope pattern using the potato stamping method.

i will now be retiring from this artform for many moons.

40.5 weeks

Well, I'm officially "overdue," folks.

One more belly pic, just for kicks?

"2 LEGIT 2 QUIT"

This is what an overdue pregnant woman looks like.
No. This is what an overdue pregnant woman in a 90s "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" shirt looks like.

One with a really good attitude.

It's been strange seeing all the baby announcements on facebook from other women who had due dates right around mine—most of them after mine. Strange and jealous. I feel like a ticking time bomb, and am ever anxious waiting for my time to come. Sometimes when my phone rings, I get excited and think Oh that must be someone calling to tell me my baby's coming! And then I remember that doesn't make any sense. Your brain stops working right days like these.

I guess little one isn't ready for the big world just yet, and there's no rushing these things. If she's anything like her mom, she hates being rushed.

Happy Due Date

Somebody doesn't seem to remember that her due date is TODAY...

the last link of the 40-week chain.

 

Well, I guess she still has a few hours to decide if today is the day, but we won't be mad if she takes a little bit more time. Papa bear is still getting over his flu/food poisoning nastiness, after all. We want the whole fam to be in top-notch condition for the big event, right?

These next days of waiting should be nice and relaxing though. After finals + baby preparations + graduation + lots of friends/family/visitors—it's nice to finally just kick back with Jacob and do NOTHING. A day or two to recuperate from the busyness this past month has been should be healthy for the both of us.

Well, I'm running out of material here, so how about more pictures, eh?

Still so obsessed with decorating onesies.

Jacob made the one with the white elephant.

I'm pretty proud of my unicorn—well, it was merely a horse, but then I made it a unicorn. 

Why not, right?

I've totally been rocking the husband shirts. Why are all my clothes shrinking?

yes, the paparazzi caught me again. and yes, i brush my teeth with my eyes closed

if i had had the baby on the mountain, we so could've done the Lion King pose.

Well Baby.

Whether you're born or not,

Happy Due Date.

p.s.

but really. get here soon.

Mighty and Pregnant

Just three days before my due date, I decided it was time—I needed to hike the Y. I wasn't sure if I would make it to the top, but with our slow-n-steady pace (like really slow) and the encouragement of Jacob + other hikers on the trail (I guess I should've known I would attract a lot of attention... still, it was fun to feel like everyone on the trail was rooting for me), me and baby made it to our destination.

Jacob took lots of pictures to document this monumental climb/peak of awesome-ness in my pregnancy.

made it to the top—LIKE A BOSS.

Now, I don't want to boast—but I felt like a pretty mighty pregnant woman. The words, "I FEEL HAPPY OF MYSELF!" kept coming to mind, and I desperately wished this kid were there to give a speech for me.

Jacob and I were sorta hoping this kind of activity might jump-start Baby's entrance into the world, but  STILL nothing seems to be happening just yet. If hiking the Y won't do it, I don't know what will...


I do have the feeling that whenever this labor stuff does kick in, I'm gonna be wishing I was hiking the Y...

wish me luck.

This Guy

This guy is graduating AND becoming a dad this week.*

Can you say CHAMP?

*we'll see if baby girl knows that her due date is next monday...

LIKE A BOSS

Another embarrassing pic taken by Jacob for your viewing pleasure:

Up until a few days ago, I was feeling pretty good about my track record as a pregnant woman at 38 weeks. Pregnancy? It ain't no thang. I was calm, cool, and confident. Some ladies can't hang—but I was handling it all (as Kid President would say) "LIKE A BOSS!"

Two more weeks to go. What's the worst that could happen? I'm basically invincible, right?

And Theeennnn... I threw out my back. Even worse, while CLEANING. Yes, after all my efforts to stay physically active (exercise, stretch, hike, prenatal yoga, etc.), I somehow destroyed my back while picking up around the house. While being a GOOD WIFE for goodness sake! Guess I'm no invincible mama after all.

For a good 48 hours, I could barely walk or even stand up straight. I was hunched over like an old lady and even tempted to use a cane. A walker sounded dreamy. Admittedly, these were some discouraging 48 hours. I felt pretty useless—although I did decorate some more onesies and had a fantastic time watching every episode of Call the Midwife on Netflix (or "Midwife Abbey" as Jacob calls it). But I was mostly pretty useless. I was also praying that Baby Robinson wouldn't be coming any time soon. I didn't want her to arrive while her mama was so weak and disabled.

Then a genius idea occurred to me: I should see a chiropractor. (DUH.) Long-story-short, Mr. Chiropractor fixed me up real good and adjusted my back—LIKE A BOSS. Apparently, my sacroiliac joint was stuck forward, which explains the "old lady" posture. Who knew?!

I'm still not exactly sure why I am blogging about this, but I think the moral of the story is that I'm not an invincible pregnant woman. *Pride being swallowed* All these months, when people tried to do things for me I would tell them, "Oh come on. I'm pregnant, not disabled!" And that was true, but I found out that I'm a little more fragile than I knew. Lesson learned.

Still, I condition this "moral" with the following:

Mortal? 

Yes. 

Fragile? 

Perhaps—

But I'm still a BRICK HOUSE.

p.s.

I had the doc "check" me for the first time today. It doesn't seem like Baby is any hurry, and I'm cool with that. 1 cm though. Whatever that information is worth.

p.p.s

Seriously. Thank heavens for chiropractors. I honestly wanted to hug that man so badly, but I got the feeling he just wanted me to take my ice pack and leave. Dude, can I at least brush that dirt off your shoulder? What a Bad-A.

decorating onesies

i found this awesome tutorial for decorating onesies with freezer paper stencils, and have been going bananas with it ever since. i'm probably having waaaayyy too much fun with this...

a pink T-rex & a blue rose.

i actually dyed these ones before painting them. i was getting sick of white—my baby needs color in her wardrobe!

girls can like dinosaurs, right? i always did. people who know me understand my obsession with Jurassic Park—seeing it tonight in 3-D, yo!

anyway, i'll probably be making more of these... cuz i'm OBSESSED and it's fun to paint and stuff. any ideas for more stencil shapes for me to create? if not, I'll probably just keep making animals + extinct/mythical creatures. i LIKE that stuff, and if Baby Robinson is my daughter, she will too.

38 weeks

Recent photos Jacob has taken of me...

"oh no! the paparazzi..."

"king louis the xiv legs"

"downward dog"—really flattering position for a 9-month pregnant girl

waiting for the doc

Me (in each of these situations): Why do you insist on taking the most awkward, unflattering pics of me all the time???

J: What do you mean? You look CUTE!

These aren't even the worst of it.