Baby in the Making

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meet ellis

My five month old is telling me it’s time to jot down his birth story.  I think Scarlett was around seven weeks old when I got around to writing hers and I thought that was bad. HA. After this I’m calling it quits on playing catch up so I can stop feeling overwhelmed and start staying on top of the happening now things.  2017 will just have to remain the year-of-picture-only-memories-stuck-on-the-computer-because-mom-never-got-it-together-and-would-still-be-posting-about-last-christmas-which-was-over-a-year-ago.  Here’s to a new start and more motivation to keep things current!  My babies are a growin’ and time ain’t a stoppin’ and I want to be able to remember it ALL.

Meet Ellis Wayne Anderson.

Born August 4, 2017 at 8:55 AM

| 6 lbs 14 oz | 18.5 inches |

(although I will add that we believe his length was measured a little sloppily – at his two week check he measured like 20.5 inches, so he’s either the world’s fastest growing baby, or someone was being a little hasty in their measuring duties)

 

So the story.  My due date with baby boy was August 19th, so do the math and you got that right, he came early.  All on his own too (insert hands in air emoji).  After going a week over with his big sis and being induced, it was definitely an unexpected and pleasant surprise!  At my 37 week appointment just a couple days prior to all this going down, I was still only like 1, maybe 1.5cm dilated and 80ish% effaced.  (That’s almost exactly where I stayed with Scarlett for weeks so it really didn’t mean anything to me.)  I had opted to schedule an induction for the 14th of August because Austin had some work travel scheduled and we {I} wanted to have a little more time with him around to adjust.  Dr. Watabe was going to be out of town until the 12th and be back to work on the 14th so that was THE DAY.  I left that appointment with both he and I feeling confident that the baby most likely wouldn’t come before then.  Wrong-o.

The day after that appointment (the 3rd) just started like a regular ol’ day.  My mom was in town (I believe because Mauri was at EFY that week…I could be off), and had gone up to Bountiful that day to attend my cousin Eli’s wedding.  She texted me around 10:30 that night letting me know she was on her way back to our house.  Scarlett was in bed, Austin and I had just been hanging out, watching TV or something and decided to head up and get ready for bed.  Note, I was experiencing ZERO contractions at this point.  Just a nice, normal evening.  I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom, and climbed into bed.  Right when I laid down, I felt the tiniest little gush and was like, “What the? Did I just pee a little?” I had just gone to the bathroom so I thought it was weird, but still plausible for my 37 week + 5 day pregnant self haha.  The thought crossed my mind that it could potentially be my water because I had heard that it doesn’t necessarily always burst like you imagine when you think of water breaking, but I highly doubted it because I hadn’t been having contractions or anything that day.  I went to the bathroom again, still couldn’t really tell if anything was “leaking” so I decided I would just walk around the room for a few minutes to see if it kept happening.  I figured if it did, then we would maybe go stop in at the hospital so they could check if it was amniotic fluid or not.  I really wasn’t convinced.

At this point it was about 11pm. I started googling things about water breaking as I walked around the room just to see if it was even possible, and then, a few minutes later, it happened.  Full on water breakage.  Luckily I had pajama pants on and was close to the bathroom so it was contained haha.  Save the carpet!  I think I went into a little bit of a shock because it was SO unexpected.  All I could think about was how our room, which I intended to get all clean and organized over the next week, was a disaster, how the new bed frame we had ordered still hadn’t been delivered so we still were just sleeping on our mattress on the floor, and about how I didn’t have anything packed for the hospital.  And I was riding these crazy waves of excitement and nerves because this baby was COMING.  And the water just. kept. flowing. and I didn’t know what to do with my leaking self haha.  My mom had just gotten back to our house but was downstairs so I called her to tell her what was happening.  Seriously such a blessing that she was in town and staying at my house!  Timing couldn’t have been better in that regard.  She had my dad on the other line and broke the news to him, then unbeknownst to us he hopped on in his car and drove all night to get to Utah.  (Kody also had a secret proposal planned for Shilo that coming weekend so it gave my pops an extra reason to join in on all the fun.)

Since I wasn’t having contractions I wasn’t too stressed about getting out the door super quick.  We called the hospital to see what they advised and they suggested that we come in so they could start monitoring the baby and everything.  I was still in some state of shock, and wandering around because I didn’t know what to do with myself.  Austin was trying to help get things together but I just felt so unprepared that I could not focus for the life of me.  He told me that I was “frantically doing nothing” hahaha.  Sounds about right.  I hopped in the shower to clean up and to give the water leakage a chance to ease up so I could get around without soaking through everything in two minutes.  Then afterwards as I was putting myself together a little bit, Austin walked me through one thing at a time so we could get a bag packed in a semi efficient manner.  Thankful for his level head!

Once we finally got everything together we were out the door!  It was SO nice that we didn’t have to get Scarlett up or anything, just left her snoozing away in her bed, undisturbed by everything going on.  I remember feeling a little sad that I didn’t have the chance to relish the last night (and really the last week I thought I still had) with her before adding another to the mix.  It wasn’t going to be our little Scarlett/mama duo anymore that we both were so accustomed to!  And it just felt kind of weird that I didn’t get to acknowledge those “last” moments with her like I anticipated I would be able to.  But those feelings were fleeting knowing that we were about to meet our baby boy and add another bunch-o-love to our family.  And I can now say five months later, that neither me or Scarlett (or dad) could imagine our lives without “brudder”/”bubba”/”bubs”/”Ewwis”/”buddy”/”baby boy”/”bud”.  We’re all kind of obsessed.

^Just hours before it all went down.  Oh if we only knew.

We pulled into the hospital at 1:11am on the 4th.  (I took a picture so we could remember exactly. Must have known it would take me months to write this all down or something.)  Went inside, they checked to make sure that my water did indeed break, and then we were admitted and got all settled in.  I’m now very grateful to the texts I sent my mom throughout the night to help give me a little timeline of events.  I would have no recollection otherwise! By 2:00am I was all hooked up and only 2cm dilated.  We decided to give it a couple hours to see if things would progress on their own before getting any pitocin going.  Contractions did start to pick up a bit and I got an epidural right around 3:45am.  At that point I was about 4cm dilated and contractions were two minutes apart so we just let them keep doing their thing.  From there I tried to sleep, unsuccessfully, but at least I was comfortable haha.  I’m telling ya, these overnight labors do not start the newborn-lack-of-sleep stage off on the right foot.  I had high hopes that he would be a daytime baby…not the case.  I’ll take it for the early arrival though!

A few hours later around 7:50am, I was 6.5cm so we officially made it pitocin free!  From there I figured that if he was anything like Scarlett, I would go from a 7 to a 10 in no time.  And literally like 30 minutes later at 8:32am, I was at a 10!  Probably had been for a good 15 minutes already too because I’m always nervous to call the nurse in to come check until I’m positive haha.  They called the doctor, started setting up for the delivery, and it was go time.  Dr. Watabe was out of town so Dr. Thomas did the delivering.  I ended up really liking him too so it was a good experience!  Much more pleasant than my experience with Scarlett’s doctor.  He came into the room probably around 8:40, a little winded from running up the stairs (he was on call and the nurse told him to come QUICK haha) and the pushing began!  15 minutes and probably 8ish pushes later, our little love was born.

More things I want to remember on my mama’s blog here and here.

LOVE OUR ELLIS BOY!

 

By | 2018-01-28T22:07:19+00:00 January 8th, 2018|Baby in the Making, Blessings, Ellis, Family|2 Comments

scarlett’s arrival

I am playing the major catch up game.  Now that our babe is seven weeks old, it’s about time I share her birth story!

On Wednesday, May 28th I woke up extremely early (like 4:30am or something like that) to get all ready to go to the hospital and have our baby girl!  As I mentioned previously, we were told to call at 6am to find out when the hospital could get us in, but to be ready to leave when we called because they would likely want us there right away.  For someone like me who always takes a little longer than necessary to get ready, this was a hard schedule to work around!  I must say though, I loved the overall knowing side of being induced.  Even if it meant waking up at a ridiculous hour, I was at least able to shower and get myself a little more prepared.

Six o’clock rolled around and I made my first call – of what turned out to be many – to the hospital.  I was told that it had been a busy night but there was a lady about to deliver and to call back at seven to see how it was looking.  I was somewhat disappointed but told myself it was only one more hour.  Gave me some more time to finish putting on my mascara, I’d take it :)

That hour came and went.  I called again, this time a different, not-so-nice nurse answered.  She said that she really couldn’t tell me a time but she would know by 8:30 for sure and would call me.  Disappointing.  Aust and I settled in on the couch and decided that we should try to get a little more sleep while we waited.  Longest wait of my life!

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 We hit 8:30 and I still hadn’t heard back.  I gave her until about 8:45, got impatient and called one more time.  The not-so-nice nurse answered again, and not so nicely told me that they were busy, there was someone ahead of me in line, and they couldn’t even consider getting her in til at least 10:00.  She said they would call when they could get me in.  At this point I was flustered and feeling even more disappointed.  So not how I imagined this day going.  I think the most frustrating part was just the inconsistency – if you’re going to tell me you’ll know by 8:30, at least follow up!

The wait went on…watching tons of tv isn’t quite as enjoyable when you’re anticipating a very important phone call :)  The only frame of reference we had was that they would hopefully be getting the lady in front of me in around the ten o’clock hour.  At that rate, I thought maybe around noon would be a good bet for me so I used that as my time marker to look forward to.  Noon came, nothing.  I was starting to feel a bit stressed – my mom’s flight was scheduled for the next morning so our time was ticking down!

 I made another phone call to see if we could at least get a time frame. This time I was told that the person who would know was at lunch and that they would have her call me when she got back.   I was satisfied with that, at least we would get an update on how things were looking.

Another hour passed, still no phone call.  By 1:30 I decided that an hour and a half was a long enough lunch break and called again since we still hadn’t heard anything.  I really was trying to be patient – I knew that women in actual labor would obviously need to be priority and there really wasn’t any serious medical reason for my induction so I was low on the totem pole.  More than anything I was just frustrated that they weren’t following up when they said they would and I was sitting around starving because they weren’t giving us anything to go off of.  So I called and again was told that they couldn’t give me a time frame but that they would definitely get me in that day.  That was somewhat of a relief, I had started to worry that we wouldn’t make it in at all that day, but still not helpful in knowing what to work around.

We were feeling antsy after sitting on the couch for eight hours and since we knew I would be called in at some point, decided to load up the car and head to town to keep ourselves busy.  We stopped by a few stores, hit up the snow cone shack, went and got a rice krispy treat because I was strongly craving one (I needed something in my belly!), then went to IKEA to kill more time.

While we were wandering through IKEA, my mom texted me and asked if she could call the hospital to put a little more pressure on them.  I was so over calling them myself so I told her as long as she wasn’t too harsh that was fine by me!  At this point it was about 5:00 so the end of the day was drawing near and that morning flight was getting closer.  I told her to let me know how the call went and if we still weren’t getting anywhere soon that we would just come hang out at my grandparents house.

She made the call, explained the situation, and before I could even get the full details on how the call went, my phone rang.  It was 5:30pm and we were on our way to the hospital!  Who knew all we needed was a little grandmotherly touch :) nice job mama!

Once I got checked in, they wasted no more time and got things moving right away.  I got all hooked up to the IV and monitors and settled in for the long haul!  Around 6:30 they got me started on the oxytocin – my doctor said they were going to do about half the dose they usually do so I could labor through the night.  (I’m pretty sure she was aiming for a morning delivery so she could get a full night of sleep.)  At 7:15 they broke my water and told me to let them know when I was ready for the epidural!  I had gotten the advice from a couple people to get the epidural as soon as possible but at that point the contractions weren’t bothering me much.  I asked the nurse if there was a good point when I should ask for it and she said that she always suggests to wait until you’ve felt a few solid contractions so you will appreciate the numbness, but not too long that you can’t sit still through a contraction.  So with that to go off of, by about 9:00 I was ready for that epidural!  The contractions were strong enough to where I was tensing up quite a bit when one would come on so I didn’t want to push it any further.  And can I just say that epidural was heaven sent!  Not near as bad as I expected it to be.  The worst part was the little numbing shot they give you at the very beginning and then I really didn’t enjoy hearing the little “pop” as it went in.  But oh so worth it.  Huge props to people who go all natural.

I honestly can’t remember how dilated I was by this point but with the epidural in we were ready to kick back, relax and wait.  My mom and my Syddall grandparents were there keeping us company so we just enjoyed our time!  Around 11:30 or so my grandparents headed home and when they left I believe I was about 5.5-6 cm dilated, making progress!  (And quite a bit faster than the nurses expected on the half dosage of oxytocin, our girl was ready to get on out!)

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Those slushies were the best.

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Just catching up on some Bachelorette :)

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I tried to sleep over the next couple hours but it wasn’t happening.  I was just too anxious and kept getting distracted watching the contractions and her little heartbeat on the monitor.  Around 1:30am my nurse came and checked me again and I was at an 8-8.5!  She said that if I started to feel a lot of pressure to call her in, we were close!  Over the next half hour I started to feel like there was some added pressure but it was hard to tell how much with the epidural so I waited a bit longer to see if it would get a little more intense.  As we approached 2:30am I was getting ready to call the nurse back in but she beat me to it.  She checked and I was a 10!  It was go time.

 She got everything all set to go and had me start pushing right around 3am.  While I was pushing I decided that my epidural was just about perfect.  It didn’t completely numb my legs so I could still move my feet and could slightly feel some tingly pressure to the touch.  I could also tell when I was having a contraction and still felt the need to push but the pain was pretty mild and bearable.  It was still really hard to tell if my pushes were effective at all – I kind of just felt like I was holding my breath for ten seconds – but I was reassured we were getting somewhere each time haha.  By 3:30 the babe’s head was crowning and the nurse called the doctor in (definitely didn’t realize they would wait until that point to even call the doctor).  She had me push a couple more times while we waited but quickly determined that we needed to stop until the doctor got there.  Talk about dragging it out!  So I sat there, with a baby coming out getting her head squeezed like crazy, and didn’t push again until the doctor got there, 20 minutes later.  I appreciated that epidural more than ever during that wait, it was nuts!

Once the doctor finally came in, she got all her gear on, had me push one more time, and asked if I was ready to get this baby out fast.  I happily obliged, she gave me a quick episiotomy, I pushed one more time, and our girl was here! 

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Scarlett Ann born May 29, 2014 at 4:02 AM weighing 6 pounds, 10 ounces at 19.5 inches long.

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So in love.  Absolutely nothing compares!

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This girl stole her daddy’s heart!

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The exhaustion set in…

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Getting ready to go home…

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We are so thankful for our sweet little Scarlett and extremely grateful that everything went smoothly.  So happy to have our baby here!

By | 2018-01-28T22:07:23+00:00 July 18th, 2014|Baby in the Making, Love, Scarlett|0 Comments

before the babe continued…

What a whirlwind the past few weeks have been!  We are loving having our sweet Scarlett here!  Before I jump into her whole birth story,  the week leading up to her arrival deserves some documentation.

Her scheduled due date was May 24th.  My family really really wanted to be here in Utah when she was born so they planned a trip out over Memorial day weekend in anticipation of her arrival.  Because of the progress I had made leading up to that point, on top of the fact that I had been having contractions off and on the entire week prior, we thought for sure that she would make it during their stay.  They made the eight hour trek out on Wednesday the 21st into the wee hours of the night just in case Scarlett made her appearance – we were so sure I was going to pop any second so they were doing all it took to maximize their chances of being here!

That entire weekend became filled with plans that included lots and lots of walking and other random labor inducing “strategies”.   A more detailed account with lots of pictures can be found on my mama’s blog here.  On Friday we spent the day up in Salt Lake shopping at City Creek and walking around Temple Square.  Lots of walking,still some contractions, but nada.

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On Saturday – the official due date – we started the day off with some bowling (there were a couple sites that had this listed as a labor inducing activity, couldn’t hurt!)

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Then we headed to Orem to have lunch at an authentic Mexican restaurant with some spicy foods.  Following our lunch break we went over to the Lehi outlets to do more walking shopping and topped the day off with some delicious Rita’s ice.

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The due date/40 week belly shot.

On Sunday Aust and I decided to go on a slightly more intensive hike after church to try to get things moving.  The contractions really started coming on during the hike so we were feeling accomplished!  We thought we had maybe done the trick…negative.

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That evening we went to dinner at my grandparents house where we enjoyed some more Mexican food, and took a nice family stroll to the park.  (Trust me, there were no breaks for that pregnant body of mine.  Even in my down time at home I was either climbing the stairs or bouncing on an exercise ball.  We even found that bumpy car rides made things a little more intense so we went on a few rocky back road drives :) Whatever it took to push our little girl along!)

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Aust was finding all sorts of ways to get me bouncing around so my water would break.  The wiggly bridge seemed to be the most successful at getting those contractions moving :)

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(Ignore my awkward faces – It was getting harder and harder to put on a real genuine smile at this point)

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That night came and went with no signs of baby which brought us to Memorial Day Monday.  My family had plans to head home later that day so I was praying that we could get something to happen!  To celebrate the holiday, we headed up AF Canyon to Cascade Springs for a little picnic and hike.  Little did I know it was a good hour long drive into the windy canyon to get there.  As we drove further and further in and up the mountain I started thinking that we could be in some trouble if I happened to go into labor, there was no quick and easy way down for an overdue pregnant lady.  But regardless, I was quite determined to do anything and everything to help get that babe here so that didn’t stop us!  Living on the wild side.

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We got a little taste of some wildlife!  Baby moose above, water snake below.

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Despite our efforts that day, the contractions had stayed pretty minimal and sparse.  Such a let down.  By this point my ankles were completely swollen from all our weekend activities and I was tired.  Since there weren’t any promising signs that she would come within the next day, it was decided that my mom would stick around for a bit longer but the rest of the family would head back home as planned.  Shilo was graduating that week, Mauri and Lexee were still in school, and my dad had work to attend to.   I was bummed that the timing wasn’t in our favor but we definitely had tried our best!  I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for the following day so we threw in the towel for the evening, said our goodbyes, and looked forward to hearing how we had done.

Tuesday morning Aust and I headed in to my appointment hoping to hear that lots of progress had been made and that we’d be having a baby that day :)  At my appointment the week prior, I had asked my doctor about the possibility of being induced because I had family coming into town and because Austin was scheduled to be out of town the week of June 2nd (eek).  She was pretty hesitant and explained that the hospital is kind of a stickler when it comes to inducing first babies without a medical reason but would see what we could do the following week.  She even had me schedule an ultrasound so we could try to find a reason – something like low fluid levels, an aging placenta, or a slightly small baby could maybe do the trick in getting it approved.  So disappointing, I was ready to have that baby!  (Turns out that Austin’s trip got pushed back a week but we kept that to ourselves to up our chances of the induction :)  I was overdue, my mom was only in town for a couple more days, and I knew that our girl was close!)

We went and got the ultrasound first, everything looked perfectly normal.  That’s always so great to hear, and I really would never complain about that news, but it made me more anxious knowing that now it was all dependent upon how I was progressing.  The ultrasound tech did say she was on the smaller end but that was to be expected since Austin and I were both smaller babies.  Nothing induction worthy.  Dang.

We went and saw the doctor next.  The moment of truth!  I had been stuck at 1.5 cm dilated/80% effaced for almost an entire month at that point so I just wanted to hear something beyond that.  She checked and 2.5 cm dilated/90% effaced it was!  Still not near what I was hoping after our crazy weekend but it was progress.  She spent afewpainful minutes trying to loosen things up a little more (she was being generous with the 90% effaced mark, she was doing all she could to get the induction to go through), made note that the baby was a bit small, and told her nurse to call the hospital to see if they had room for an induction the following day.  YES. Best news ever.  The induction was scheduled for Wednesday the 28th.  It felt so good knowing that our baby was almost here!  We were told to call the hospital at 6am the next morning to find out what time to come in.  The nurse said they sometimes have openings right at six so to be ready to leave when we called and to not eat anything that morning.  We were ecstatic.  We left smiling from ear to ear and grabbed a bite to eat at Carl’s Jr. before taking Aust back to work.

That night to celebrate our very soon to be arrival we went to dinner with my mom and grandparents at Chuck-A-Rama.  Since I couldn’t eat the next day might as well go for an all out buffet, right? :)

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Delicious.  We headed home after a quick stop at Target and Wal-Mart to pick up a couple last minute things and tried to get some sleep.  We were beyond excited for the day to come!

By | 2018-01-28T22:07:23+00:00 June 27th, 2014|Baby in the Making, Family, Sweet Summertime|0 Comments

baby in the making

So I know I said I’d post about j.wride next, but with our recent huge announcement I’m going to insert a little in-between post.
This really should have come awhile ago, I’m always a few weeks behind!
Baby A
Due May 31, 2014
My initial reaction when we found out: disbelief, excitement, tears, excitement, tears, shock, more tears, nerves, excitement, excitement, and excitement.
It was such a sweet moment and we seriously couldn’t be happier.  We feel so insanely blessed and are already so in love with our little babe!

Pregnancy thus far…not too shabby!  I consider myself extremely lucky to have endured very little nausea and no major sickness throughout the first trimester.  I have slept a lot, and still feel tired pretty much all the time, but I will take that over being sick any day!  The fatigue aspect is probably more annoying to Aust since he gets left with a wife zonked out on the couch by about 8 PM every night.  I hear that the energy is supposed to come back in the second trimester but so far, nada.  I am only a couple weeks into trimester two so we’ll see if I pull through!

This ultrasound picture is back from my first appointment, when I was about 8 weeks along.  That little nugget has come a long way since then. We actually found out the gender last Saturday…It was amazing to see how our little babe has grown!  Aust has been pretty convinced that it was going to be a boy from the start.  I really never had a strong inkling one way or the other so we were both just anxious to find out!  And for the big reveal,
it’s a………………

Can’t wait to meet our sweet baby girl!
Before we went in we actually both mentioned that “girl” had been a little more predominant in our minds during the week prior.  Like when I thought about our baby, it was showing up as a girl in my head more so than a boy.  So when they officially told us it was a girl it was almost what we both expected to hear in some crazy way.  We were absolutely ecstatic.  
Here are a few of the ultrasound pictures that we got on Saturday.  It was Austin’s first time seeing her/hearing the heart beat and we both just loved it.  She was a little wiggle worm squirming around, stretching, touching her toes, and we even got the classic thumb sucking picture.  It’s so crazy to see all that happening and not be able to feel a thing! Toward the end she turned completely around so her back and behind were facing us so we figured that she was done putting on her show :)  It was such a fun and amazing experience!
Afterward we headed out to do a little shopping.  I mean, you have to buy something the day you find out the gender, right? :)  We came home with some mini pink Vans (I am obsessed with baby shoes) and a couple little girly outfits.  Now I just have to make a pact to be done until after the baby shower has come and gone.  We’ll see how that goes :)
Love love love LOVE our girl!
By | 2018-01-28T22:07:23+00:00 December 12th, 2013|Baby in the Making, Love|3 Comments