"Nate! My water broke!" "When?" "Just now! Get some towels!" I tried (and succeeded somewhat) to protect our bed and carpet from the sudden tidal wave as Nate stared stupidly at the linen closet (his words, not mine.) What seemed like 45 minutes later he finally handed me a bath towel which was soaked within seconds, followed by another one, and then a third. I'll cut him some slack, though - it was 1:00 on the dot on Monday morning, May 7th, and it'd been a pretty rough night. False labor contractions had been bothering me all Sunday afternoon and as the night progressed they remained painful and inconsistent. Ugh. Luckily, "The Happiest Millionaire" was on KBYU, and it really was as good as I remember it being from my childhood. I might have even guffawed a few times when they found the pet alligators frozen in the conservatory,  in spite of my 3-days-overdue-gouging-my-eyes-out attitude. Nate and I debated on whether to go to t...

After several months of tossing around names from a list of about 20, we're pleased to announce that we finally decided on one that we love and that fits our teeny little girl to a tee: Bryn Annalee. Nate was definitely not lying about a great delivery. I really cannot believe how smoothly everything went. I called him home from work (which takes him about an hour and a half) not sure whether it was a good idea or not. About five minutes after he walked in the door, though, I decided that even if it wasn't the real thing, I was going to the hospital and not leaving till they made it stop. Unprepared, of course, we ran around grabbing stuff for Addison, Mommy, and one last burrito for Dad, and then booked it to the car, the babysitter, and the hospital, where we got stuck behind an "Angus Beef" truck going about 1 mile an hour. I wanted to kill him. The contractions were about 1 to 2 mins apart at this point, and they were pretty excruciating. Once the nurses realized ...