Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Malcolm McCoy Dibble

HE'S FINALLY HERE!


Malcolm McCoy Dibble
Monday, August 29, 2011
10:26 p.m.
7 pounds 12 ounces
19 1/2 inches long

. . . and he's absolutely perfect! We love our little Malcolm!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

42 Weeks Pregnant

Sunday, August 28, 2011

SICKNESS: none

CRAVINGS: none

FEELINGS: I knew I'd be overdue, but I didn't think I'd go this far. The thing is though, is that I'm still perfectly fine with it. I'm NOT uncomfortable and I don't think I've complained about it. I trust my baby and I trust my body. He won't stay in there forever.

I'm holding steady at 35 pounds gained. Of course, that's only first thing in the morning and without clothes on. You can't make me weigh myself any other time.

I had an ultrasound on Thursday for a biophysical profile (bpp). The Boy is PERFECTION! Perfection I tell you! He's healthy, he's in the perfect position (head WAY down, face back), taking his practice breaths, perfect heartbeat, still kicking around like a mad man, has plenty of fluid around him, placenta doesn't show any signs of aging, cord has great flow, and he has a few fat rolls that I'm totally excited about. This "too big" business is a load of poo to me. His head isn't gaining weight, his belly and thighs are . . . I am not afraid of a big baby. Have you seen my child-bearing hips?

I didn't want to do the ultrasound because I already know that he's perfectly fine, but I'm grateful that I did just for everyone elses sake, including Elliot. Hopefully the results of the ultrasound relieved some concern you all may have.

I saw my midwife on Friday and I'm just so grateful for her. She told me that she would be pushing for me to induce if I would just act miserable like other pregnant women (she's 6 months pregnant). However, there's absolutely nothing wrong with him, absolutely nothing wrong with me and we both feel good about letting him stay in there until he's ready. We are in daily contact, which I love. Who else gets that kind of care?

I have tried a few things to get labor going because I really don't want to be induced (which my midwife can do). I had a massage on Monday. Felt good, but nothing. I tried mineral oil which is supposed to cleanse your intestines and start labor. Nothing. My midwife stripped my membranes on Friday. Nothing. I tried a whole bottle of magnesium citrate, also supposed to cleanse and start labor. Nothing. Also, a few other things.:) He's just not ready friends. While my midwife was rooting around in there though, she did tell me that I'm at a solid 4 cm dilated and that she had a hard time going all the way around to strip my membranes because he's so far down. She also said that the next step of trying to get things going (breaking my water) would be difficult because he is so far down. I'm pretty sure he's coming out soon. Also, I have a reflexology appointment tomorrow morning and she's coming to my house because she says she has a history of getting great results when working on pregnant women and knows I'd like to be home.

I took lots of walks on Saturday and was contracting most of the day (about every 10 minutes while standing) and I also took 3 naps. I contract a whole lot more when I'm standing, so I'm fairly certain that I've made even more progress and that I'm half way or more without even feeling any discomfort at all.

I recognize that lots and lots of people have concerns and I can appreciate your feelings of anxiety. Please trust me and my ability to feel the Spirit. Everything is fine, I know for sure that it is.

I'm giving birth this week and need to be in my peaceful zone, so if I don't answer the phone or your text or even give another update, please don't be offended. I wouldn't even talk to my own Mother yesterday (Elliot did). Thank you for the encouragement! I really do appreciate it.

As a side note: Yes, my caregiver is a midwife. No, I do not hate doctors. Are you kidding me? Have I not been giving super-detailed updates regarding this pregnancy . . . why would you think I wouldn't announce it as quickly as possible? Who is being ridiculous now? Circumcision, none of your business, but I do have the number of a good Jewish Moyle. :)

THINGS TO DO:
- Meet my baby boy.

Monday, August 22, 2011

41 Weeks Pregnant

Sunday, August 21, 2011

SICKNESS: none

CRAVINGS: M&M's - peanut and plain

FEELINGS: I really shouldn't have told anyone my "due date." It was interesting enough to go to church on my due date, but then to still be pregnant a whole week later was just too much for some people to handle. I can guarantee, however, that I won't be at church next Sunday. This boy is coming out. I'm so happy that there are soooo many people that are excited for us! I know we have lots of prayers for our family and we are very, very grateful for such good people who love us! Thank you!

If you'll remember at a recent midwife appointment, my midwife said The Boy was "locked and loaded." Well, he's a defiant little guy already and decided to disengage and turn around by the next appointment. Apparently he has plenty of room in there and is just swimming around like there's nothing else to do. I've been rolling on my birthing ball instead of sitting on normal chairs and trying everything I can to get him to turn back around and go down. From the kicks I can feel, I am pretty sure that he is in the right position currently. Time to come out little guy.

I'm sweating. I can't stop sweating. It's supposed to be 116 degrees this week, but my house will be 70 degrees.

So I haven't mentioned it on this blog yet, but I am planning a home birth with a midwife. My mother-in-law's Relief Society (though I don't know why) has been announcing in their ward that I'm giving birth in my tub, which is untrue. I will be in a birthing pool. Just look home water birth up online, I guarantee you'll cry and love it. It's amazing and we're excited, prepared, and totally looking forward to this experience together and with our little guy.

I am 8 days over, so my midwife has scheduled an ultrasound (stress-test) for tomorrow. My body tends to respond well to threats of action (all I had to do to get pregnant was schedule a plethora of invasive fertility tests and I was pregnant a week later), so I'm planning on going into labor tonight.

Also, I was just about to do a castor oil-like experiment until my friend called back and said she could give me a massage. I'm sort of hoping that'll throw me into labor. Otherwise I'll do the other experiment . . . or just eat 6 Fiber One bars or drink a whole chocolate shake . . . it'll have the same cleansing effect on me.

Since EVERYONE was wrong (including me) about when he'd be born, take another guess! I think he'll be born on Wednesday morning (24th) in the 4 o'clock hour and weigh 8 pounds 5 ounces!

Next update will be a picture of my sweet son's face! Are you excited? I cannot wait! Come out baby boy!

JUST TO COMPARE . . . 10 weeks and 41 weeks in the same outfit (minus the Eskimo boots, plus 35 pounds). :)

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Bye Bye Passion Fruit Bathroom

"But I didn't even get to say good-bye." - Stella, mourning the loss of the pink bathroom because she was at school when I decided to paint it.

I. LOVE. IT!

HISTORY OF THE PINK BATHROOM:
I blame it entirely on pregnancy hormones. I shouldn't choose paint colors during that time, though I do believe I did a good job this time. Seven years ago when we painted the bathroom before we moved in, I was looking more for a peachy color and ended up with this gosh awful pink (actually, it's called passion fruit). Seven years my friends, seven years it's been this color and though there are about 99 other things I could probably be doing instead of doing a bathroom project, here it is. And I love it.

I've been threatening to paint our guest bathroom for a very, very long time (years) and my supporters have stopped believing me. However, I've been on a serious "do random projects" spree these days like scrubbing baseboards, doors and doorframes, ceiling fans, caulking the unfinished doorframes, cleaning the office, and shampooing my own filthy carpet, so I think my sister heard a seriousness in my voice.




















Luckily I have a fantastic sister who actually likes painting and a friend who was totally up for a service project before she left on her vacation . . . so Lindsay and Corissa painted my bathroom for me.

I didn't do a thing. I just got to play with their totally adorable kiddos (Brynlee and Ellie weren't available for photo opp)!

So with a color decision on my part, my saved up photography money, and Lindsay's talent, the cutest room in my house is now the guest bathroom. On the list of things to finish: sand & paint the cabinets black (perhaps with a distressed finish), new countertop and sink. Anyone need their pictures taken? :)

Feel free to come over any time to poop. It's a great experience.

Missing Pictures from July

Babies and being one of the girls . . . Stella's 2 very favorite things in the world!

Elliot's beautiful cousins Ciera, Josie, and Laura at the 4th of July concert in Utah.

Seconds after we arrived at Aunt Ruth's home in Highland, Utah for the reunion, Stella had Rebecca in her control and dressing her up and applying make-up. She made the other family members serve her as well. I'm not positive, but I actually think they liked it.

And this beauty. I'm a great travel companion.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Cutest Lisp EVER!

Stella just lost her other front tooth on Monday at school! Occasionally she exaggerates her lisp and can't stop looking at herself in the mirror (what's new), but when she's just talking normal, it's the cutest lisp EVER!

P.S. Can't wait for the giant teeth just waiting to grow back in!

Well That Lasted 2 Seconds

I can't remember the last time we had our carpets cleaned professionally and I know it's only been once since we moved in 7 years ago. Well, my head has been threatening to explode whenever I've looked at my carpet for the last very, very long time and I'm sure you're all totally disgusted when you come over, so I finally decided to do something about it.

Actually, I borrowed my sister-in-law's carpet cleaner vacuum so, so long ago and just haven't been able to bring myself to clean my own carpets. I keep vacillating between cleaning them myself or just hiring someone to do it for me.

It looks like a rental house carpet. Gross. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

With my new burst of energy, Monday happened to be the day that I finally decided to get it done. I only did half of the living room on Monday and then finished on Tuesday so we'd have a place for our family to play.

I kept sending picture text updates to Elliot throughout the day to show him how disgusting our carpets were.

I finally finished the last little filthy patch of carpet by 2:00 Tuesday afternoon, totally pleased with the fact that I can now feel comfortable putting my new baby on the floor.

By 5:00 when Stella got home from gymnastics, she'd already smeared her red gymnastics "good job" stamp in 2 places.

I quit.

Monday, August 15, 2011

40 Weeks Pregnant

Saturday, August 13, 2011

SICKNESS: none

CRAVINGS: Protein shakes and boiled eggs . . . and always chocolate.

FEELINGS: Oh boy, I am so excited to hold this little guy in my arms finally! My cousin informed me that I've been pregnant FOREVER and I didn't really think about it until he said it, but it really seems like I have!

I get in little periods of time when I'm totally ready to have him, and then I'll start another project and decide that he should probably give me another day or two to clean that up. The house was clean this morning and now it's a wreck because I decided to clean the carpets and had to move the furniture around. Also, bathroom project. It's awesome.

I love these little bursts of energy and wish that all of my energy that I've been putting into getting these things done would result in a good nights sleep. Oh well. I can sleep later.

Last week I measured at 39 weeks. My midwife felt shoulder and neck way down just above my pelvis and said that he was "locked and loaded." I told her that my sister thought he'd be coming the next day (last Wednesday) and I told her that I thought I had AT LEAST another week. She disagreed. I think I'm still right. I also asked her to guess how much he weighed . . . she said 8 pounds. Today my belly looks like he could be 8 pounds. I love it!

I walked around Target today with my sister and I had several contractions (pressure waves) that I probably would have timed if I thought they'd continue regularly, but they stopped. I still think he'll come on Thursday.

I think Elliot just got nervous. He's read about his job as my Birth Partner (different than Stella's birth) and is trying to practice all of the positive birth affirmations with me. Now that my "due date" has come and gone, I think he's getting a little impatient with waiting. He's a planner.

I got LOTS of comments and questions at church on Sunday and I'm surprised, actually, how many people knew my due date was on Sunday. Men even. So either I look enormous or High Priests make announcements on my progress each Sunday.

Also, seriously people . . . I don't know his name. I annoy myself. At least 3 people out of the 8 that asked me on Sunday think that I'm just keeping it a secret, but I really, really don't know his name yet. Grrr.

We are just so, so, so, so excited to finally meet him! Come out Baby Brother!

THINGS TO DO:
- Push him out, push him out, way out!
- Love, love, love him!
- Buy hand sanitizer.

Ball Challenge!

We feel like we've been a little anti-social these days, so we were happy when some new friends were able to come over last weekend to our house and participate in a delicious dinner and the Dibble Ball Challenge!

Elliot

Stella

Jeff Yeates

Grace Yeates

Nick Walker

Lindsay Walker

Georgia Walker

I'm mere moments away from being able to participate in the Ball Challenge again. Rule #4: No pregnant ladies in the Ball Challenge.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Reading for Mani's and Pedi's

I told Stella at the beginning of the summer that if she read 50 books by the end of the summer, I would take her to get a manicure and pedicure. She was a little overwhelmed by the number 50 at first, but once we started writing the titles down, she got excited about it and loved the challenge.

I got a pedicure too because I'm the Mommy and I've been pregnant for 10 months. It's a good reward for both of us.

First Day of School - 2nd Grade

Stella started her first day of 2nd grade on Monday. She's not been excited at all to go back to school until Sunday night. Monday morning she was up way early and ready to go and reportedly "had the best day ever!"

Her teacher is Joy Woodmansee and used to babysit her in the Kid's Club at my gym a couple of years ago.

Stella started right in on her homework after school which was a delightful change from last year. Of course the assignment was called "All About Me," which Stella LOVES. I love her too. It's going to be a great year!

Monday, August 08, 2011

Toothless Wonder!

Stella has been working on her wiggly front teeth for months and FINALLY pulled one of them out on Sunday morning! She's pulled all of her teeth out by herself so far (4 bottoms, 1 top). She's a brave one . . .

. . . also a little weird.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Just a Little Dorky

One day in swim lessons this summer they must have just put new chlorine in the water because Stella's eyes were burning all day. We rinsed them several times, but she refused to go in the water again until she had goggles. Her teacher let her borrow some until we bought our own. This is our second pair.

She's still learning how to put them on correctly. Who doesn't look a little dorky in goggles?

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Guess Date

I know it drives other people crazy, but it has helped so much during this pregnancy to be relaxed about when this little guy is coming by NOT focusing on a "due date." When people ask when I'm "due," I usually say mid- to end-August. People just aren't satisfied with that answer . . . they want a date!

My doctor said his due date was August 10th, but according to my calculations (which I've gotten really good at doing for the past 7 years) his due date is August 14th.

Since I know that only 5% of babies come on their actual due date (if the mommy and doctor let them come naturally, which I'm going to let him do), my guess date is AUGUST 18th. I think he'll weigh 7 pounds 3 ounces, and I think he'll be born in the middle of the night just because I know Elliot doesn't want him to be born then. :)

ELLIOT thinks he'll come on August 16th, weigh 7 pounds 4 ounces, and be born late afternoon.

STELLA thinks he'll be come on August 14th, weigh 7 pounds, and be born at lunch time.

What's your guess date, guess weight, and guess time for our little guy's arrival?

HISTORY:
Elliot was a C-section baby, 7 pounds 12 ounces, born in the morning
Whitney was "10 days late," 8 pounds 9 3/4 ounces, born in the early evening
Stella was induced on her due date, 7 pounds 7 ounces, born at dinner time

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

The Birthday Party

Stella had her 7th birthday party at Pump It Up with some of her friends and lots of cousins!

(back: Bailee Anderson, Rachel Russell, Alex Harms, Stella Dibble, Hannah Bangart, Allison Farar, Claire Dibble, Clark Campbell, Brynlee Bangart; front: Mylee Anderson, Lucy Dibble, Anabelle Dibble, Raymond Dibble, George Dibble, Karson Haskell, Brooklyn Haskell, and the crazy kid is Justin Cook)

I think next year we'll go swimming.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

38 Weeks Pregnant


Sunday, July 31, 2010

SICKNESS: none

CRAVINGS: holding him in my arms

FEELINGS: Elliot put the bassinet together on Saturday and now that it's in our room, I think it's all sinking in for both of us . . . we're having a baby in a few weeks!

All of his clothes and blankets are washed and put away, but we're still trying to organize Stella's room to make room for his other stuff. I've had several bursts of energy and have cleaned lots of stuff, but you'd never know it by coming over to my house. How come it has to get way messier to get cleaner? Where is Mary Poppins when I need her?

At my midwife appointment last week, The Boy was in a silly Yoga position. I'd been saying for weeks that I feel like he's small because I can feel his head down low and feet kicking in my ribs. I didn't think he was in the fetal position. My friend assured me that I was probably just feeling knees. Well, those are some serious knees because they sure felt like feet. So my midwife confirmed that he was head down, butt to the right, legs stretched out to the left.

This week he is still head down (pretty low, but not engaged), legs stretched out, and he keeps moving his butt from left to right. My belly is whacked out of shape right now. It's awesome!

If you'll remember from a few weeks ago, he was posterior (face up) which is not the position you want a baby in to be born (better than breech, but still a harder labor than face back). I followed several instructions on how to change the position of the baby - leaning over the birthing ball, sleeping more on stomach, swimming face down, hands and knees position swaying back . . . it worked. He still moves quite a bit, but he's facing mostly back right now because I can feel him using my kidneys as a punching bag.

I pee a lot. I don't sleep very much. I'm not swollen, but I've swelled a little in my legs. I'm still totally comfortable though. I can squat and get back up with only grunting a little bit and I only waddle at the end of the day or if I've been sitting down too long.

I love that belly. I did have the recollection that it's not as cute after the baby actually comes out and I'll have to work really hard on that one, but BOY oh BOY do I love that belly right now! I'll rub it for you.

THINGS TO DO:
- Get Elliot to read about how he's involved in this birth
- Make a game plan for Stella
- Finish cleaning all of the stuff I just wrote on my To Do list today . . . it's a big one
- Relax
- And/or give birth

The Name Game . . . not my favorite game ever

Going through all of my boxes of crap that I kept from when I was younger, I often found pages and pages of 8+ names of children - first and middle . . . and sometimes last - that I wanted in the future. If any of these names made it past my high school years and into college, then they were quickly vetoed upon marriage.

A few years after Elliot and I were married and trying desperately to have children, Elliot brought up the name STELLA. Are you kidding me? I had just thought of that same name that same day and didn't say anything about it. There we had it. Our first daughter's name would be STELLA. Of course, when we finally got pregnant, I tried to have other options. We didn't even think of a boy name, we just had STELLA & OLIVIA. During the ultrasound when we found out she was a girl, Elliot decided that she was STELLA. It took me a few more weeks, but she was definitely Stella.

And now that she is 7-years-old, I cannot imagine her with a different name. She's perfect.

We've had quite a bit of time over the last 7 years to contemplate and come up with different names for the children we hoped to have. Tastes have changed, some names have gotten old, some have gotten popular and therefore vetoed, and some shouldn't have been on the list in the first place. We had a few boy names on the back-burner, but both of us never thought we'd have any boys. Elliot was sure we were just going to make girls.

We have girl names. Lots of them. We could have at least 5 more daughters and be perfectly satisfied with their names. Boys . . . not so much. All of the names we had before were quickly vetoed (by me) when we found out we were pregnant because I KNEW I was having a boy. Elliot was still sure we were having a girl. Even after we found out he was a boy, he went through several weeks of denial (he denies his denial, but it happened folks).

The only name we had for a boy was MALCOLM. So when we had the ultrasound, I was sure our little guy was going to be Malcolm and I was happy about that. However, Elliot totally threw a wrench in my party and said he wasn't feeling it. I was like, whatever . . . you still think we're having a girl, but he started suggesting other names. MAXWELL . . . vetoed because I think it's over-used . . . I like it, but over-used.

We went back to our old names that we had previously vetoed (and we vetoed again): ELIJAH (we can't agree on how you pronounce it), McCOY, JACK, DUNCAN, DEWEY, . . . none of them fit. So we went back to the drawing board and just threw out some names. Here's what we came up with:

MALCOLM, DEWEY, DUNCAN, SPENCER, JACK, EZEKIEL, McCOY, HENRY, VINTON, PHINEAS, ORSON, WILLIAM, MAXWELL, CHARLES, EZRA, OWEN, ORRIN, ELIJAH, OLIVER, and MOSES. All 3 of us went through and said yes, no, or middle name and made a new list. I quickly decided that Stella didn't know what she really thought and she gets to have her own kids someday, so her votes were canceled.

We narrowed it down to our top 6 names: MALCOLM, PHINEAS, ZEKE, DEWEY, JACK, and MOSES and we put middle names with them (Elliot, Duncan, Spencer, Vinton, Dewey, Henry, McCoy, Elijah, Kent, Adams . . . mostly family names). Then Elliot and I separately voted on the names we thought went together the best and made a new list from that.

We went through it again and again and again, saying them out loud, putting them with Stella's name, yelling it with our angry eyes, coming up with possible nicknames, . . . we had to take a break. But not before I vetoed Dewey because of the way Elliot kept saying it like a moron. Break time. This was all in April and we didn't discuss it again until June.

People hardly even ask me how I'm feeling anymore, they mostly just ask what we're going to name him. I don't know how people don't decide until they see their baby or how they keep it a secret . . . we're not trying to do any of that! We really want to name him, we just can't agree! And another thing I slowly learned is that when people ask, "What names are you thinking of?" what they really mean is, "Let me give my unsolicited opinion on each of your names."

Elliot vetoed ZEKE because he didn't like EZEKIEL. I vetoed JACK for some reason, someone said that PHINEAS would get made fun of (load of crap, have you heard any of the other names people name their kids? If you're the one making fun of him, you're a jerk), so Elliot vetoed that name even though I kept throwing it back on the list. Elliot vetoed MOSES because he said he'd probably call him Mos (Dwight's cousin from The Office). DEWEY was already gone, so we were left with MALCOLM again. And I was totally happy with that name. Elliot, not so much.

Somehow we also tossed around BENNETT and HARMON for a while, but I can't remember how they got off the list, if they're off the list.

Then one day Elliot came up with McALLISTER and was super excited because he could call him MAC. I vetoed it right away, but he kept telling people about it, Stella told people about it, and I told people about it and I haven't met anybody who didn't think it was totally cute . . . except me. So Elliot and Stella have been pushing MAC on me for the last month and for some reason I just can't do it. It's not his name. Even with Elliot's many attempts at manipulating me into thinking that I needed to repent of something so that the Spirit could confirm to me that his name was MAC, it's just not his name.

Knowing our history and the fact that we could very well be on a 7-year plan for having children, this might be our last child (I'm not having babies when I'm 40). I don't think this is our last child, but Elliot does . . . or did, until I convinced him that McALLISTER is not this child's name, but that if he feels so strongly about the name, maybe it's the next one.

One night as we were saying our family prayers, Elliot asked for inspiration to find a name for our son and immediately the name FINN came to my mind. I wrote it on the white board right after the prayer. I didn't know what we were going to do because I was now sure his name was FINN, but Elliot had already vetoed PHINEAS and refuses to name a child a nickname. So I thought of FINLEY.

So last week for about 2 hours, his name was FINLEY. Now he's back to being called BABY BROTHER or THE BOY. I know we saw some junk there on the ultrasound, but seriously, it would be so much easier if he ended up being a girl.

Against all of my protests, I guess we'll have to see this little guy to know who he is. And we can't wait!