Wow, four posts in one day...that is definetely a new record for me! I've been meaning to upload those pics off my camera for a while now and finally got a chance this afternoon while the rest of the house slept, so there ya go. Eye candy a la my family just pour vous, my friends!

I had a really crazy, whirlwind birth on Wednesday. I received a phone call from a woman named K last week asking me if I was available for March 12. I told her yes, and we set up an initial consult for this past Wednesday at 7:30pm. She called again on Wednesday evening around 5pm asking if I could come earlier because she had been having contractions all day and they were starting to regulate now. I got there at 7:10pm, and she was definetely in labour...having some light contractions every 5-7 minutes, but she was still able to talk for part of the contraction, and was recording the time during the contraction, so I figured she had a ways to go still. They hired me on the spot and we had a quick prenatal meeting so I could get the info I needed, seeing as how it was highly likely I would see them again in the next 24 hours or so. I got home around 8:45pm and my phone rang again at 10:10pm. It was K's husband saying that her contractions were back to back now and lasting for over a minute and could I please meet them at the hospital because K was feeling pressure and it was freaking her out. I went, thinking that maybe her baby was posterior, and maybe this would be an easy, fast labour. They assessed her and she was 8cm!! RIGHT THE FUCK ON! She had her baby at 2:14am and I was home at 4:15am. So in total, they were my clients for a whole 9 hours from the time they hired me to the time that I left them as a new family at the hospital! LOL Nothing like leaving your doula search to the very last minute...

Not much else is new around here...I feel like I always say that. I'm sitting here cooling off after being royally pissed at Jesse for no real good reason at all. I got all hormonal and totally bitchy and started nitpicking and bitching about every little thing. Bleh. I hate when that happens...once I get started into a mood like that it's like I can't stop myself, even though I know I should just keep my damn mouth shut. Oh well. I can't even really blame it on being pregnant, either, as it's just something that I do once in a while. I feel sorry for the guy, actually, because it always comes out of nowhere, totally out of the blue, and he's always left with a sort of deer-in-the-headlights "What the hell just happened here??" type of look. In retrospect it's funny, I suppose, but you should see me spit nails when I'm in the thick of that emotion! Oy. I think I am hard to live with sometimes...