Anya Lee 8/11/08

Anya arrived @ 8:09p.m. weighing in at 8 lbs. 7.8 0z and was 20 1/4 inches long. She is a little cutie and we love her already. Misty did an awesome job, and Casey was a great coach. Congratulations on your new little family!


I've been up every hour, almost exactly on the hour all night long!! So chipper this morning in light of the fact that I will be welcoming another niece (better come out a girl,that's all I gotta say!) today. Since she's continued hiding out in her mom's tummy, we're forcing her out.....more details after....

But that brings me to my next point: I ran to Walmart last night to grab milk and a few other things. When I got to the checkout, I wasn't paying attention and got into the line of my least favorite teller. I usually wouldn't say anything if I couldn't say nothin' nice, but she is a huge dork, and says huge dork things to me all the time. She has rabbit teeth too...anyway, when I had Elliot, they didn't let me eat all day long. My water broke at 12am, and by the time they got my contractions started and all that jazz it was 10am. I had Elliot at 4:53p.m. They wouldn't let me eat that WHOLE time. (for those computing, that's like 17-ish hours) So afterwards, my dear sister (Misty, the one having the baby today) went somewhere to get me food. The only things I remember out of the loot was a King Size Snickers. It was delicious, and I ate the whole thing even though my nurse made some comment about eating something "healthy." Back to Walmart nerd lady....so, as I'm standing there waiting my turn, I spot....Snickers candy bars. Standard size,for 64 cents each. I decide to grab 2, 1 for me and 1 for Misty if she wanted it after the baby is born, to return the favor. The teller starts ringing up my stuff and I just know she's going to say something really dumb, she always does. She rings up my candy, and asks if I want one of the candy bars left out. I tell her actually she can keep them both out. In my mind, if figure that way I'll throw them in my purse and won't forget to bring them up to the hospital. She says "one for you, one for the baby right??!!!"....keeps it simple that way!!!" I guess since I can't describe to you how much it irritates me when people comment on what I eat and how much, I'll not elaborate on what went through my mind. But, I will tell you this: Just because a pregnant lady buys 2 candy bars at a time, it doesn't mean she's dying to snarf them both down the minute she gets into the parking lot. It's not like we eat all the groceries we buy on the way home from Piggly Wiggly. We (or at least I) don't use it as an excuse to "eat for two." And like it's really any ones business, let alone a teller at Walmart, what I buy-how much-how many seconds it takes for me to inhale it-the fact that I DON'T SHARE-etc.etc...and for anyone assuming this is hormones talking, I'll be honest and say it irritates me when I'm not pregnant to. This lady, I try to avoid her. I don't know, maybe she sees me coming and switches lines? I actually thought about switching back to my original line with the longer wait as soon as she spotted me and said "Hi." But, ya know, I just didn't want to be rude.
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