The Kohlmans

It's been almost a week since we got to meet Lincoln. We've mostly been busy getting to know our little guy and showing him off to visitors. He also had his first outings - to his doctor and to the breastfeeding clinic. In the future I'll have more to post about his little personality and what he's up to. For now, pictures of the grandparents and uncles meeting Lincoln... {Lincoln's personal paparazzi}

I am starting to write this post on Monday morning. It might take a while. While my entire pregnancy was blissfully uneventful, a fact for which I am eternally grateful, Lincoln's birth was anything but. This is going to be a difficult story to record (I'm already tearing up with this first paragraph), but I think it will start to help me heal emotionally. Warning: this post is not censored. It includes pretty much everything I can remember, just so you know in advance.  At 37 weeks, Dr. Fullerton sent me in for a measurement ultrasound. I had been measuring small since about 30 weeks, so we just wanted to check on the due date. Surprisingly, Baby K was measuring in the 89th percentile. This was a concern because, let's face it, my body is not exactly built for child-bearing. These hips are narrow. We, after a long conversation with the doctor, decided on the 13th that our induction would start the evening of the 21st. We told our parents and siblings and that was abo...

On March 22, 2007, Brad Kohlman  officially asked me to marry him. Six years later (almost to the hour), we welcomed Lincoln Jesse into our family. 8 lb., 7 oz. 20 inches 4:11 p.m. (by unplanned c-section) 

Well, here we are. 40 weeks. Still waiting. We are so ready to meet this little one. It's going to be tough to keep ourselves occupied this week while we wait. So far we've done yard work, installed a new garage keypad, cleaned up the garage, bought a new microwave (although Lowe's gave us the wrong one, so it's sitting in the dining room waiting for them to bring us the right one next week), gone for a long walk, done more laundry than necessary, vacuumed the clean house, watched lots of Law & Order SVU...  We go back to the doctor tomorrow, so we'll see what the plan is after that.

Two days out... Just in case you want to ask, the answer can be found if you click here. I just thought this was funny, so I had to share.

I first learned these words as a sophomore in high school, the first time I started a basketball game. It had always been a mystery to me, what the five starters did as they huddled on the free throw line after their names were announced. So, during my first game to join, I listened intently as we stood in a circle and draped our arms over each others' shoulders. Lord, please clear our heads of all distractions and our hearts of burdens we may bear, so we will perform at our very best, knowing you'll always be there.  I learned these words well. So well that now, even over 11 years later, I don't pause when calling them to mind. This became my "competition" prayer. For the next two and a half years, before every basketball game, every cross country race, every track meet, these words filled my head. Even after high school, when I competed at Bethel, the words did something to calm my nerves before each race. I wasn't completely anxiety-f...

Once upon a time, I used to post about things that were not baby-related. Times sure do change... It's been a while since we did much home improvement (minus the nursery preparations, of course), so it was about time we had a minor mishap. On Saturday I got home from lunch with a friend. Brad came around into the garage from the front door and told me I'd have to go around... the doorknob was broken. It turns out that the spring in the latch (if that makes sense) broke earlier when Brad went out to get the mail, which meant that, even though the doorknob would turn, the door would not open. It was as if it were locked, since the latch wouldn't come out of the door frame. We had to take off the doorknob, then pry the latch out of the door frame piece by piece. I'm sure we looked pretty comical with our screwdrivers and pliers, one of us on each side of the door.  Eventually we got the whole thing out, made a quick trip to the store, and Brad installed this much-...

I feel like I haven't been to the doctor in a really, really long time. Both my 36 and my 37 week appointments were snowed out, so by the time I see her on Wednesday it will have been over a month, right at the time I was supposed to start weekly appointments. I hesitate to tell anyone how I really feel, because everyone is convinced that any symptom I list is a sign of labor. And, even though I've never experienced it before, I'm pretty sure that I'm not in labor or even on the verge of being in labor. This whole pregnancy I've had a feeling that we're in it for the full 40 weeks plus more (but I could always be wrong), which is absolutely not a problem for me. Most of the time I tell people I'm fine, just tired. In reality, and because I don't have to nod and smile when I read blog comments, I've woken up with some pretty bad back aches over the last week or so. My stomach has been bruised for several months and feels sore a lot of the time - k...