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Still no baby-rumblings going on up in here. Every night and morning I think, just maybe, that my water has broken or that I'm having contractions; every day (once I've been out of bed for a little while), I realize that there is absolutely nothing happening inside and baby is quite comfortable just relaxing, thank you very much. A child after my own heart, what can I say?

I can say, COME ON BABY PAVLOU!!! Why don't you want to come out and meet Mommy?! :(

That's what I can say.

On the actual birthing front, I called the doctor's office today to find out the deal with the induction, because I still hadn't heard from them about when I'm going to be scheduled. The first woman I spoke to said that I'm on the doctor's schedule for 7 a.m. on Monday, but that the hospital would call me the day before to let me know when to come in and what to bring, etc., which is nice -- some preparation. Then she put me on the phone with the woman who handles that kind of scheduling.

She said that she hasn't heard from the hospital yet, but that the hospital will call me on Monday morning and let me know when it is time to come in. Yes, that's right. The hospital will call me on Monday morning (At 7 a.m.? At 6 a.m.? At 5, or 4, or 3 a.m.?) and say, OK, Stephanie, we have a bed for you so come in right now.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PREPARE FOR THAT?! Should I not go to sleep on Sunday night?? That seems like a terrible idea, given I'll need some rest before labor. Should I set my alarm for 5 a.m., just so I'm up and showered and ready to go? But then they might not call me until 9 a.m. Or 1 p.m. Or 5 p.m.

Horrible. That's horrible. I understand that the hospital has no way to predict how many beds they'll have available this far in advance. But I'm a planner. I need to have these kinds of things planned, so I can stress about them for days in advance. This adds a whole different layer of the stress to it.

Please, little Baby Pavlou. Please come out before Monday morning!

Posted by SLZP at 12:24 PM
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Sugar,  August 2, 2009 at 12:50 PM  

Looks like you got your wish! Cannot wait to read all about your ten hour Cold Stone to New Baby odessey when you have time and energy to put it all out there! xoxo

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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