(40 weeks pregnant)
My water broke yseterday morning, around 5:30 am. I had been saying all along how awesome it would be to have my water break before labor even begins--that way i'd be SURE to get to the hospital in time. And lo and behold--it did! My dear neighbor came over to be with the girls until our sitter got there, and we arrived at the hospital at 6:30am. Labor didn't really begin until after 10am, and even so it was VERY early labor--contractions 10 mins apart, and fairly mild. We walked the halls, bounced on the exercise ball, and tried to get things going.
So far he's a really great baby. Nursing is going well. He sleeps all the time. He likes to suck on his fingers and hands and binki.
And he still doesn't have a name. Logan and Asher are officially off the list, though i do still like both of them. It's narrowed down to:
James Reid Allred (named after Reid's great-grandpa, James Allred)
James Ashworth Allred
Harrison Reid Allred (Reid's grandpa was a Harry, but I can't quite do Harry :)
I really like Harrison, Reid really likes James. But in the midst of thinking about this last night, i was surfing through some shows and landed on PBS airing a James Taylor concert. And of course he was singing "Rock-a-bye Sweet Baby James." So that song has been in my head all night, and it's made me like James a whole lot more :) Maybe it was a sign...