On the theory that people don't want to hear our many trials and tribulations... they'd rather see cute baby photos

In the last week or so, in addition to driving Zoe and me to the brink, Finnegan,as befits a newborn, has had many first experiences. We only have photos of some of them (I wasn't quick enough to get that snap of his first time peeing on his Mum).

July 13: First meeting with cousins. First picture is Samarra (2-1/2) with Finn; Second, Ishani (~9 weeks) asleep (sorry Ishani, will try to get a more flattering picture of you soon - really no one looks their best asleep sitting up.)


July 17: First meeting with his Nana

July 20: First car trip (look he loves it!)

July 21: Busy day - first "tummy time" and first bath



Finally,
July 23: Can't remember what this was - it's definitely either his first stroller ride or his first launch in a rocket ship...


Later: More to come on the trials and tribulations of Zoe and Andrew (and Finn, but since he's at their root, I can't imagine that anyone's sympathy will lie with him) and an in depth examination of the difference between Finn's Nana and Nana our friend from Ottawa (or as I call him, Mr. Buff - enough said)

Day 2 Photos

Day 2: Is he revealing his true reptilian nature??? No, maybe just sleepy...



View of Finnegan inside his sling - he loves it in there, I guess he gets to hear all of our stomach gurgles.



Day 3: Hanging out in his stroller - not going anywhere, just convenient Finn storage.


Mittens great to stop him scratching himself, us, the cat... cutting those nails is a scary prospect for Mum and Dad.

And the winner is.......

So for all of you who made a guess in our baby poll - THE WINNER BY A LANDSLIDE IS: KRISTINA (friend of Zoe's from grade 5 on). She guessed a boy, July 7 at 10:00 pm. Thanks for playing. Kristina's prize of Finn's umbilical stump will be in the mail as soon as it falls off.....just kidding.

Better late than never...

Only 12 days late Finnegan Cotter finally made his appearance Monday, July 10 at 10:26 am, weighing 8 lbs 3 oz and measuring 22 inches long. He has blond hair and humungous hands—we have a real lady-killer on our hands….

Latest photo of yet to be born

These are apparently images showing baby with big lips. Can you see it? (Hint - face is sideways). Baby scored a perfect 8 on biophysical profile meaning that, among other things, it has better muscle tone than either of its parents.

Nursery Still Empty

So officially 7 days over-due. We're still on the wait and see approach. Things are beginning to happen, but very slow and steady... Anyway, everyone should rest assured that we'll let them know when a baby does arrive. We're hoping it happens soon, Zoe definitely does, but me, I'm conflicted: Tomorrow would be good, or Friday, but a birth on the weekend might interfere with my World Cup plans... guess it'll be my first selfless act as a parent (attend the birth instead of watching TV - hope I can manage it).

Hope to have a more exciting post soon...

Happy Canada Day

40 + 3

As you can probably tell from the belly in the photo taken yesterday- there is still no baby. I must admit that a few days ago I really wasn’t bothered by the thought of going into overtime (hmm- perhaps am watching too much World Cup action). Now that we may actually have quite a few more days to wait - not so pleased. Midwives keep reminding us that it is perfectly normal for first babies to be late. Of course once you hit 40 weeks the clock starts ticking to a medical induction. Sounds fun eh? You should hear some of the non- medical interventions that have been recommended to us. Of course since no one really knows how labour starts (in humans that is - according to the midwife they have figured out the process in sheep - go figure) all these suggestions are purely speculative. Many of them seem to involve putting the pregnant women through major discomfort. Eating spicy food, going on long walks, driving on bumpy roads with bad suspension and jumping up behind her while yelling (wait-that last one is for hiccups- but would probably work). Apparently when pregnant with me my mother was induced at 42 weeks. According to my brother (who was 13 at the time) she said it was so easy she wished he had been induced. Of course I was also delivered by forceps-which from what I understand isn’t too fun. I think she was either given large doses of drugs (it was the 70's ya know) or she was lying to my brother so as not to put him off the whole birthing process (not like he would ever be giving birth himself). So as I sit here trying to convince the soon to be evicted baby not to jump on my squished tummy full of spicy Indian food I realize that this baby and I have a lot in common already - we both put off scary overwhelming tasks ‘till the very last minute. Lets hope the mini-procrastinator gets it going before 42 weeks.