Time is flying by. It seems like just yesterday I was starting this site, still suckin' on amniotic fluid. And now, I'm five weeks old on the Outside, livin' the good life.
Here I am chillin' in one of my many blankies:
Until next time that's (my already-having-to-deal-with-paparazzi) life thus far.
Well, I finally made it. That's right, on September 18, 2006, at 18:39 (don't ask me how I know military time), I, Riley C. entered this fine world, healthy and, as I'm told by almost everyone that holds me, beautiful. It was quite the journey. But now, I'm here. On the Outside.
This is me right after I tunneled my way out of my mom's womb... yeah, I'm a bit gooey:
This is me getting my first bath:
This is me sucking on my dad's thumb:
This is me and my dad just hangin' out together:
I'm sure there's going to be a lot to write about, but I really don't have much to say right now. Things aren't much more eventful than they were inside my mom's womb. I mean, I still sleep a lot, eat as much as I can, and that's pretty much my life. The coolest thing is I finally got to hear my own voice.
My parents seem pretty cool, though they're not quite the night owls that I am. What can I say, I like to sleep during the day and stay up at night?! I'm growing accustomed to a more regular schedule, though.
Well, I'll surely have more to say, but just wanted to give a shout out to all of you peeps who have been praying for my protection and safe arrival... they paid off. If I haven't met you yet in person, I look forward to doing so really soon. Drop by anytime.
Until next time, that's (my ultra blessed and finally tangible) life thus far.
I had no clue it was so uncomfortable being pregnant. I mean, I thought I had the tough job, all contorted and crammed in here. But, apparently not. My mom recently wrote about what she likes and doesn't like about being pregnant and let me tell you, it doesn't sound all that fun.
On a more blog-related note, I know I haven't been writing much lately, but it's really hard fitting a keyboard in the tiny space I have left anymore. I tried watching HGTV's Small Space, Big Style show for some ideas, but I haven't seen anything yet on how to make the most of a 18"x18" floorplan. Good thing I didn't end up having a twin brother or sister. That would have been insanely stifling and, likely, not a great way to start our siblinghood.
Well, that's all I got for now. My cute little fingers are getting tired. Until next time, that's (my not-as-uncomfortable-as-I-once-thought-but-still-compact) life thus far.
Well, it was quite the weekend indeed. A bumpy one. On Friday, my mom got rear-ended and, while I didn't feel the actual crash too much, I definitely felt my mom's adrenaline spike. For the full story, you can check it out here.
Not too much else is going on. I've been getting the hiccups a lot and I'm growing, growing, growing away. Honestly, I'm quite ready to pop this joint. I want it to be a very grand entrance, though. Something memorable. So I'm going to try and wait a little longer.
Until next time, that's (my occasionally bumpy) life thus far.
It sounds like I missed quite the show with my folks this past week. Oh well. I definitely have many Independence Days ahead of me. And I think the best Independence Day will be when I get out of this crammed womb.
As you can guess, things are getting tighter. Much tighter. It's difficult to roll around at all. All I can really do right now is stretch for a couple moments and/or kick. My mom told me that becoming a professional Rockette might be in my future. We'll see.
But, on the other side of the token, or more accurately, my mom's tummy, this isn't comfortable for her either. I'm getting bigger. I weigh roughly three pounds now and, while that may not seem like much to any of you, it takes a toll when those three pounds are movin' and groovin' inside your body as much as I am. It's alright though. Just two and a half more months and my mom won't have to deal with me inside her anymore. Then it's a whole new world. For both my parents and me.
Until next time, that's (my increasingly squeezed and co-dependent) life thus far.
My parents seem pretty excited. And all things considered, I guess they should be. Check out a little news from their perspective. Oh, and you'll get a couple snapshots of my room-to-be, which isn't half bad if I do say so myself.
Until next time, that's (my well parented) life thus far.
First of all, I know it's been a little while since I last posted so you'll have to forgive me. I'm growing like crazy and, as a result, I'm pretty tired. So, I'm sleeping most of my days away. Plus, it's getting so crammed in here with my growth that it's hard to fit a keyboard in here to type. Oh well, I'll keep posting what I can.
Now, about life. There hasn't been too much going on other than the above stated growth. The only really cool thing that's happened is my parents started working on my room. Painting, reflooring, decorating, the whole works. My dad said he'll try to email me some pictures soon, but who knows how long that will take. They're painting the room a really light blueish purple, with a nice solid purple trim and white bordering. They also bought some nice pictures and a really bright pink rug. I can't wait to see it! Unfortunately, I do have a couple more months until I get to chill on The Outside. My mom already bought me a onesie in anticipation of how much I'll like my room. It reads, "Crib Potato." Yeah, that sounds like me.
Until next time, that's (my very sleepy and ultra sweetly decorated) life thus far.
For the life of me, I could not get comfortable last night. I kept moving around, trying to find that just-right spot, but eventually, I just gave up. I don't think my mom was too happy about it as it was pretty late. But gosh, I need some more room. Maybe I will be sliding out of this joint early after all. It's too cramped for my taste. I need room to breathe. I need... freedom. If you want to know what it's like as a fetus, it feels like this (only without the salt):
Until next time, that's (my very cramped) life thus far.
According to my parents' latest blog post, they're scared. While I may not fully understand the depths of their fears, I appreciate them. I mean, even though the concept of true, deeply-seeded fear is still a little beyond me, I know that my mom and dad hold their parenting related fears because they both love me more than I can understand. In fact, I probably won't understand the level to which they love me until I myself am preparing for parenthood. From my point of view, their fear is even a little comforting. Because it shows me they're just as unprepared to be parents as I am to enter the world. They're every day people, fears and all.
Mom, Dad, if you're reading this, don't worry about it so much. I'll try to be obedient so you won't have to discipline me, Mom. And Dad, I know you're going to be fun... I can hear it in your voice and the way you make mom laugh. Sure, I'm going to have my frustrating moments, but in all the truth I can muster, I know you both love me more than I can explain. Knowing that, I can set aside my biggest fears.
Until next time, that's (my beautiful and blessed) life thus far.
People have been asking my parents about the last ultrasound a lot lately. And considering the fact that no one other than my parents have actually seen me yet, my parents and I decided it would be nice to show you a couple snapshots from my latest photo opportunity.
First, here's my big toe for which my mom nicknamed me "Big Toe Magoo." According to her, I've unwillingly inherited my dad's oddly curved toes. Thanks, dad.
Next, here's a nice little profile shot. I may not have the most distinguished of features yet, but as you might be able to see here, it looks as if I have a really big nose and some very voluptuous lips. We'll see if it stays that way.
If you're still not convinced I'm a girl, here's the picture to make you think otherwise. What you may think appears like a boy part is actually just the umbilical cord. Yes, I'm very much a girl.
Lastly, here's a nice little face shot. I would have waved, but my arm muscles are still developing. My eyes and brain look a little hollow here, but don't worry, that's just fluid. I am fully in tact.
Well, those are the only photos worth showing for now. Wait a couple more months and I'll have some much better shots for you. Also, I think my dad's been taking pictures of my mom's belly so you can see what I'm doing to stretch her... literally.
Until next time, that's (my incredibly photographic) life thus far.
It hasn't been long that I've had ears to hear what's going on outside my mom's womb. The distinct beauty and uniqueness to each person's voice amazes me. Most of the voices sound like mere murmers from inside here, but when the voices are loud enough or someone is close enough to my mom, I can hear very clearly. Last night there were two distinct sounds I heard that I am still pondering and remembering.
The first of the sounds was music. I've heard the music my mom and dad play already—Miles Davis, Jack Johnson, Damien Rice, Al Green, Counting Crows, and a variety of others—and it's not bad by any means. But this music was noticably different. Instead of the voices projecting through a speaker, it was as if hundreds of people were gathered together, singing in unison a song that clearly represented meaning to them. Songs about the glory of "God," his worthiness, how much they love him and what he's done. You should have heard all the voices. They were beautiful.
The second thing I heard which I can't stop thinking about were my mom's and dad's voices. It wasn't the sound of their voices that made it stand out, but more importantly, what they said. From what I could hear, they were talking to their father. With their hands pressed up against my mom's belly (I can feel that stuff), they asked their dad to instill within me a desire and yearning for purity. They requested that I would have wisdom and that their father would protect me from any harm or ill intent. This is one of many requests I've listened in to. I'm not exactly sure what everything they requested of their father meant, or even why they requested the things they did, but I do know they made those requests together because they love me.
At the end of their request, I heard them mention that "God" name again. I've heard him mentioned over and over now. While I've only had ears for a short time, I hear my parents saying his name incredibly often. I don't know who this God person is yet, but I sure am interested to find out more about him and meet him. Someday.
Until next time, that's (my continuous learning experience of) life thus far.
I finally figured out what's going on "outside." I was rockin' back and forth, back and forth a good long while last night. It happens pretty frequently in the evenings. I had no idea what was going on, but it's always uncomfortable and it kinda makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Anyway, after it stopped, I heard my mom tell my dad, "I wonder what Riley thinks is going on when we have sex." That's right, SEX!
That means they've done "it" more than once. Unbelievable! I'm going to be scarred for life. My parents are having sex while I'm inside my mom's tummy. Totally, 100%, absolutely, super dee duper gross! Could you just hold off a couple months?
Until next time, that's (my sometimes revealing) life thus far.
First, let me introduce myself. I'm Riley. Riley C. I would tell you more, but my parents are a little strict on the privacy stuff and won't let me give out my full name or anything. Right now, I'm still in my mom's womb, but I figure it's never too early to start getting your voice out there. So here I am.
I know I'm a little behind on the blogging craze, but try to cut me a break... I'm not even born yet, for cryin' out loud. While other fetuses (or is it feti?) might use that as an excuse, though, I decided to get right to it, make the record books as the world's youngest blogger. And rightly so. My parents are fairly good communicators (from what I can hear) and I might as well make 'em proud.
I should probably tell you what got me here, too. I'll cut right to it for you: my parents had sex. Yep. It's as simple as that. My mom is probably thinking twice now that I'm causing her all sorts of discomfort and pain. She doesn't get it, though. It's cramped in here, and if she keeps feeding me the way she has been, I won't have any room at all soon. No worries though, every now and then I give her a good solid kick to let her know who's in charge.
Oh, and yesterday, I almost forgot. I got hiccups for the first time. It was okay for the first little bit, a good new experience and all, but after a while, I was ticked. I had them all stinking day long. From what I could hear on "the outside," my dad said I must have picked up his propensity for getting the hiccups all day. Fantaaaaaastic. Thanks dad. The joys of genetics continue. First my freaking huge, curved big toe and now hiccups.
Well, I'm going to go take a nice long nap now so that I can wake up just in time to kick my mom in the gut as much as possible as she tries to fall asleep. Until next time, that's (my short but otherwise content) life thus far.
