All In

I've had two kids for a while. I can do shopping and groceries and errands with two. It feels like home. So, last week, when I ventured out with the double J's, I didn't think twice. 

I didn't think Jake would show is love for HomeGoods by going nose to the pavement as we were in the parking lot. Did not. want. to leave.
I didn't think Josephine would poop. three times. On the changing mat, on her blanket and her cute "it's my first day in public" outfit after being breast fed on the floor of the van. twice.
I didn't think that Jake would plank out on me and refuse to sit in the buggy at TJMaxx. 
>>And can we talk about their buggies? What is wrong with those people. A car seat doesn't fit. anywhere on or in the buggy. Do they hate children? I can't even handle it.<< I just turned around and walked. the dump. out. I do not. have time for that.
I did have time to try again next door at Marshall's. 
>>Where the buggies are equally insufficient. What. the dump. But Listen. When everyone's dressed and the baby is sleeping and you are already out- you go all in. Even if that means shoving sweet boy in the buggy and carrying the car seat separate. Seriously.<<
I didn't think to win the war Jake would choke on his cereal bar and I'd have to give him the heimlich. again. In the middle of the store. I finally gave in. After his airway was clear we left our too little buggy and walked out of the store. I say "walked". I carried Jake by one arm because he was nose down in the clearance aisle. 

Game over. Headed home. Never again. I kid, I kid. I gave it another go this morning. It was fine. 

Things around here really are awesome. We are doing just fine since miss j bird joined our home. We are loving the three weeks that K has been able to spend with us, and preparing for reality as he heads back to work at the end of the week. Weeping already. In the meantime, we have been gearing up for Halloween! Muahahahahaha...

Until Next Time,
The Guff

7 Pounds, 5 Ounces

It's a girl!

Josephine Willow Guffey was born Friday, October 11 and we are so crazy about her!

She was 7 pounds, 5 ounces and 20 inches long.
Her siblings were so excited to meet her!!!

waiting on sweet Josephine to get here Friday night

We've been getting a lot of: "What are you gonna call her?"
For now, we are calling her Josephine. And the occasional J-Dub.
We love her so much.

I wasn't sure she would ever come.
I was sure she was a he.
I wasn't planning on having a baby that day.
I forgot how incredible childbirth is.
I have the best partner in the world.
She's kind of popular around here.
She's the baby smell and the tiny feet I forgot about.
She's the snuggles and the small sighs that make me wanna have a few more. I just might.
She's the cause of a lot of kisses and giggles around here lately.

We're adjusting.
We're staring.
We're smiling.
We're taking hundreds of snapshots.
We're snuggling.
We're blessed.

Until Next Time,
The Guff

Champagne & Sushi

I'm ((kind of)) having so much fun being past my due date. When people keep asking if I've had the baby yet, I have started sending a picture of a baby. I googled one. Then they freak. out.
Maybe it's not funny, but I mean, it's hilarious.

Also, I love when people in public ask me when I'm due. In the last few days, every time I have had the chance to say "today" or "yesterday" or whenever... People legit. back. away. Like I'm a for real bomb that is going to explode with baby parts.

I'm having fun with it... But I'd have a lot more fun with a real baby. Not a googled one. 
((That kind of looks just like Cham))

The only thing I want after this ((real)) baby gets here? Champagne. Champagne and the best sushi I've ever had. Raw, cold and delicious sushi. Eleven rolls of it. Little much? Ok, ok. Four or five would probably suffice.

Until then it's Cheerios and chicken pot pie. I can't remember. Do cravings evaporate after delivery?

Until Next Time,
The Guff

Sweet Sweet Soft and Tiny

Uhhh. Should I be adding chain links to a count-up now?

I'm past my due date, yet somehow I feel less stress and pressure now that "the day" has come and gone.
Isn't that backwards?

One thing that is annoying is having to go twice a week for check ups. Honestly. 
And wouldn't you know it. Ultrasounds and Stress Tests are only scheduled in the exact middle of nap time. Because that is convenient.

It's because I love a good pattern. A logical rhyme and reason. 
Chamblee was a week early, Jake was right on time-- 
so it's only fitting that this babe is a week late, right?

I'm feeling great. I'm sleeping well.
The kids are excited and we are loving this weather with all we've got. 
Deck days and long walks and picnics.

Downtown Decatur has been calling my name and I think tomorrow is the perfect day to drive back to our old stompin' grounds. I wanna pick up a lovie for this sweet, content child and maybe visit my old neighbor who is bursting at the seams to squeeze our children.

We're SO excited to meet sweet sweet soft and tiny baby guffey.
We're also excited that sweet sweet soft and tiny baby guffey is healthy and happy.

What's the rush, really? 

Until Next Time,
The {still pregnant} Guff

FAIL

My moon phase failed me.
My Braves failed me.
My logic failed me.

Uhhh... Who didn't? My friend Stacy. Who watched four kids so I could go to the game. Well, hello, champion woman. The kids were aged 3, 22 months, 19 months and oh. 8 months.  No, I am not supermom. She is. 
*fist bump*

I thought for sure if we paid for good seats at the game I'd go into labor and ruin everything.

Baby Guffey is still cozy and content. I am too. I'm used to and also kind of enjoy having weekend babies. It's super convenient. Both of our others were born on a Sunday. 3 for 3? I'd be willing to bet on it.

This morning the plan was to make brownies and take them to K's work. Until I realized that we are out of eggs... so we're on our way to Dunkin Donuts and then the high rise. Every time we see a tall building Cham asks if that's where daddy goes to work, and, "When can we go see where daddy goes to work?" So, today is the day. It's Friday, I'm about to have a baby and I kind of want a blueberry donut, anyway. Works out. We're just waiting on C to wake Jake up from his naptime... ... ...

I'm trying to convince my parents to go ahead and come for the weekend... there's a baby on the way and I miss hanging out with my mama. Public invite to sway the vote?

GO BRAVES!

Until Next Time,
The Guff

One Day.

I've been walking all week. Walking like it's my job. The weather is stunning, the kids love to be strolled, and hey. I'm gonna walk this baby right out.

Y'all are gonna think I'm banana cray cray but listen. Both of my older kids were born on the same moon phase, and tomorrow is that moon phase this month. I'm a little skeptical, but anxious, too. I've guessed October 3rd since the beginning. It's fun to play superstition. And to make predictions.

But really. I have no idea when this baby will come. So when you ask, I'm not sure what to say. One day.

I do know that last week I was pleading with God to send me into labor because I was so miserable and sleep deprived. And this week I've slept all night and feel like I'm in my second trimester ((Almost. Kind of.)) I feel much better than last week, anyway. So what do I know. I know that He's got this. He knows when the exact perfect timing is. And that it will be. One day. Soon.

I know that I'm soaking up the sun, squeezing my babies a little tighter and working on being better at giving everyone around here a little more grace. I'm practicing.

I'm not supermom and I'm not in denial... Three 3 and under will be tough. But yo. I am tough. I'm just gonna need a little grace myself.

Our chain link countdown is pathetic.
Our bags are packed.
Our smiles are huge.
Our hearts are joyful.

Until Next Time,
The Guff