Closer to the due date!

Yesterday Quentin and I went to the hospital to preregister me for when I go into labor and the baby actually comes out. Their system was down so the lady at the desk asked us if we wanted a tour of how it will be when it comes time. We thought it would be nice so we went on a little tour.
We first visited the delivery rooms. They were much smaller than I expected. I was imagining something from those televisions shows where they are in a huge room with all their equipment around them. These rooms were small and had a bed for the mother, a place to put the baby when it is born and then cabinets and a t.v. in the corner. My first thought was, "Are these rooms sound proof?" They probably aren't but I am sure when I am pushing that I won't mind other people hearing me screaming and yelling. Hopefully I don't cuss because my doctor said that some of the mothers he has delivered have said some words.

Anyway, so we looked at those rooms including the c-section room and then we went around a corner to a little food area. The nurses call it, "The Daddy Station", I laughed and thought that was nice of them to do that. Our tour guide showed us what they serve and as I was looking at all the food I thought, "Quentin can't even eat this stuff! It all has gluten! Guess we will have to bring our own snacks." And just as I was thinking that the nurse lady also our tour guide told us that the dads get one free meal from the hospital but we could bring our own food if we wanted to. She said that most people don't know that they can bring outside food into the hospital. PFFT! I knew that! I do my reading ladies and gentlemen! And I have already planned to bring our own snacks.

So that was the delivery area. We went onto the "Mother's Unit". That is where the mother and the baby stay afterwards. The nurse said that the baby will always be with me unless they have to do some major test on him or something so that was comforting to me. If no one is visiting me, my baby will take a hearing test six hours after it is born. It will also be weighed and measured in another room separate from where we will be stationed. I thought they did that in the delivery room but I guess not.

That was the end of our tour. We went back to the front desk to see if their system was back on and it wasn't. She gave me a patient form that was on paper and had me fill that out and she said that when the system is back on that she will put in my information. On the form it asked me for my maiden name and I was stumped for a couple seconds but then I remembered that it is Rowan. I really love my new last name! I guess I love it so much that I have deleted my previous last name. Interesting.

The hospital also has a nursing store where they sell nursing bras, bottles and all the bottle's supplies, and a breastfeeding pillow. It will probably be expensive. Quentin and I found a place in town called, "Mommy and Me", they have some really nice stuff for real cheap. We were shocked at how cheap their stuff was. I found a nursing pillow for ten dollars! Awesome!

After that whole tour I am even more excited to be a mom and to have a baby. I can't wait till Emma or Oliver is here! (I hope it is a girl). Quentin and I are going to be AMAZING parents! By the time they are five, they will know how to make a pound cake and put together a computer and fix viruses. They will be our pride and joy! OH! I am thirty three weeks now! SEVEN MORE WEEKS TILL SHE COMES!!!! Can I get a woot woot?! I am just over whelmed with joy and excitement! Quentin is excited too but he doesn't show it as often or as loud as I do. But I know that he can't wait to be a dad. I think he is going to be a fantastic father! He says that he is going to spoil our "IF" little girl, take her out on a date and give her ice cream. Such a sweet picture isn't it!? I might get a little jealous. Just kidding! I am making a diaper bag and I am so proud of myself! I have the outside of it done and I am working on the inside now. I guess I will write a post about it later and show y'all pictures. I'll think about it.

There's a first for everything!

WOOT WOOT! I have accomplished something in this life. A couple weeks ago I noticed Q's hair was getting really long and that it needed to be cut. I told him my discovery and he agreed and that we should set up an appointment to get his hair cut. A week went by and we never called.
I jokingly gave a suggestion that I could cut it. He didn't pick up on that I guess and said, "OK!"
Now I was in big trouble because I have never cut hair before. I remember my mom teaching me how to cut baby hair but that was like what? FIVE YEARS AGO!? I decided to look at YouTube videos to get me going and to have some confidence when I started cutting his hair. I found one video that really helped me understand what I was suppose to do. I watched that video like ten times.

We went to Wal- Mart to buy some supplies. We bought barber scissors, a cape, a spritz bottle, and a comb. We get home and Quentin went to take a shower so his hair could be clean, wet, and ready to go. *Gulp* Time to cut his hair. I stood there combing his hair for like five minutes trying to build up the confidence to actually CUT his hair. I didn't want to mess up or for him to be bald. I finally just snipped some hair and I got a little excited. So I kept going and was having fun. I was gaining confidence as I went along. I forgot how long it took me to cut his hair but it took a long while.

I got a mirror so he could check out his short hair cut by his awesome wife. He had some spots where he wanted it shorter and he told me how to cut the hair around his ears. So I did what he requested and had him look at it again. He approved. I just have to say that I did better than the old lady who cut his hair last. I feel accomplished :)

Here are the before and after pictures. Yes, he likes to make faces. I think he just crazy and I love him.

Yes I took the before pictures of his hair. Sorry about that. But you get an idea of how long it was.

He has a tail in the back! EW!

Precious and wonderfully short. He looks better with short hair.

Look at his profile, isn't he cute!? I think so! OH! And no more tail in the back.

I might be cutting his hair for now on which is fine with me because it gives me experience for when our kids need a haircut. I need to learn how to cut my hair so I can cut my girls hair. I should have been a hair dresser, I think I did a pretty good job for my first time.