What I love about Abe

(I think he looks a bit like Curious George when he does this.)

He shows his surprise and concern by wrinkling his forehead.

(He's very advanced.)

He is as cuddly as a newborn.

He likes to pee on everyone but me.

(My OBGYN, his pediatrician, his aunties)

He sleeps a lot.

His dimple.

His male patterned baldness.

(Lots of hair on the sides and back, not much on top.)

He is super awesome.

Meet Abe

Abraham Scott Morton
Born Thursday, May 13 @ 3:15 P.M.

6 lbs. 12 oz.

He has brown hair and dark eyes.

He's perfect and lovely.

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No One Likes a Frowny Face

I apologize for my last post.

Pretend like it never happened.

I can't be held responsible

for the things I say at 5:37 P.M.

We all know it's the worst

time of day. (This is as crazy as we got for crazy hair day, today.)

On to things we love.

We are all VERY

excited for our little baby.

The ladies would like to

name the baby as follows:

Macy likes Jack.

Polly likes Thomas.

Both came up with the names on their own.

I hope they aren't disappointed.

I am personally loving that

this un-named baby's room is DONE!

and he has a crib drawer stocked

with everything he needs.

This makes me very happy.

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Dear baby,

You may come in 3 days.

Dear life

I've officially reached it...

The point of pregnancy when

I am holding on for dear life.

I'm telling the little guy to not move,

and the girls to NOT touch my belly.

It all hurts too much.

I made Scott choose the other day,

Do you want groceries today?

or do you want clean bathrooms?

He chose groceries.

Me too.

All we had was peanut butter.

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Mostly, I'm tired of listening to myself complain.

Half of the world has been 9 months pregnant before.

I'm officially going to stop until the baby is born.

Then I might complain about lack of sleep.

But I'll try not to.

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And don't say anything mean,

Even if it's not mean, and just stating facts,

like, "you look like you can't get any bigger"

or "you still have 3+ weeks left"

I might cry.

Or say something mean back.

You never can tell.