Kennedy Elizabeth Hopkins
Born May 11, 2004
6 lbs 3 oz
19 in

Wow. It's been two weeks. She's asleep finally...her days and nights are backwards now and we were awake until 6 this morning, slept until 9. Yes 3 hours of sleep. They tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps, but honestly it's just not really possible. It's nice to get back on the computer again. Kennedy is so beautiful, the photo of her on David's blog doesn't even do her justice. We keep trying to figure out what features of hers are mine and which are David's. It's hard to tell yet, she's so little. I've never been so in love with a human being (no offense to my sweet husband, it's a different love). I obsess over her every movement and swell with pride everytime she gives me her half grin with her one little dimple showing. Can't say it's all been perfect, at 2 am I want to cry and toss her over to David (who is sleeping peacefully next to us) and make him try to breastfeed her for once, having lost all patience and composure from complete lack of sleep. Tears come often. We celebrated last friday...we were told to gain weight the previous monday by pediatrician and so Grans and I took her to get weighed. She gained 9 ounces in 5 days! It's the little victories and a Dr Pepper that keep me going.

Just when you think you can't wait anymore and you are going to explode, God hands you mercy and soon a baby girl. eek!

This past saturday we went to Childbirth Prep class at the hospital. It was cool I guess. When the Nurse manager who was teaching asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves and tell when our baby was due, I perked my ears up to see who would be the person with the nearest due date.

I was third in line.

I though for sure I was the longest suffering person with child in that room, but alas there were two others who have been twiddling their thumbs and enduring the barrage of questions from little old ladies at antique malls and running (waddling) to the bathroom every 20 minutes.

I think I'll go see a movie.

I've completely lost it.

twenty twenty twenty four days to go-oh-oh,
i wanna be sedated.
nothin to do nowhere to go-oh-oh,
i wanna be sedated.
just put me in a wheelchair
help deliver this babe
hurry hurry hurry
before i go insane
can't control my tear ducts
can't control my brain
oh no-oh-oh-oh-oh.



bam bam bam bam ba bam bam bam bam
I WANNA BE SEDATED!
bam bam bam bam ba bam bam bam bam
I WANNA BE SEDATED!



I'm so bored.

UPDATE: Well, Dr said I am pre-dilated, so we're getting there.

I know I know, my little meter down there says I have 26 days to go, but I'm very impatient and so is my mother. and grandmother. and aunt. They are all asking me "WHEN? WHEN? WHEN?" Hell if I know! This baby has got a pretty good life in there, she may not want to leave... much like my brother at my parents house.

What do I have to do to coax this baby out?!? I have had two false alarms already (I refused to go to the hospital until I was sure, thank goodness) and after that I have decided that she can come ASAP. I visit the doctor today, maybe he can tell me that the false alarms were me dilating or something. Here's to hopin'.

Thanks Mr. Miller for the hilarious suggested reading material found here.

I laughed really hard.

But not hard enough to get the baby out.

Happy Birthday my love!