Introducing GoofyBaby!

Well, it's been awhile since I posted since I was kind of busy, but the title says it all. I really don't want to relive the details and thanks to the kind nurse who put something in my IV find the details a little fuzzy, but here are the highlights.

My mom came three weeks before I was due based on dates of other two kids, so of course he hung in until his due date allowing me even more time to get enormous and grumpy;
We ate every doughnut we could get our hands on;
We accompanied the doughnuts with various coffee drinks;
We got bad manicures;
We bought a ridiculous number of towels over several visits to Walmart and had them monogrammed (really);
We bought bedroom furniture for Emma- try testing out a mattress 10 months pregnant;
Finally, my water broke about 10 minutes before we were supposed to drive 20 miles to get Emma for dance- my mom called and told the school to put her on the bus;
We hid from the yardman who was ringing the doorbell since we really didn't have time to chat;
We went to the doctor's office where they said go to the hospital- that was a wasted step in the process;
My mom took me to the hospital and fenagled a wheelchair for me;
Good thing, since I thought I might actually have the baby on the giant helicopter "H" before we made it in the building;
We got in a room and the nurse broke it to me that I was again not having an epidural;
I went through the "woe is me... I'm not an earth mother type" stage;
We told Ted to meet Emma's bus and take her to dance;
The nurse put something in my drip;
Ted called and said one of Emma's friends was unexpectedly with her- we told him to take them to dance and come to the hospital;
I closed my eyes for everything else (and highly recommend this approach);
My mom was asking the nurses what to do if the doctor didn't get there- I think they told her to go sit in the corner but that may be a Stadol-laced memory;
My mom realized things were moving too fast- she called Ted and made him turn around with the dancing girls;
The doctor arrived- not that I really cared;
Ted came blazing in;
I realized Emma and her friend were in the waiting room in their dance leotards- oddly enough, that was a real event not a Stadol hallucination;
Had 8 pound baby. Don't really remember seeing him.

That's about it. I got to the hospital around 3:00 and had him at 4:15. All of that was in the p.m.

So, we named him Edward Miles. He's going by Miles, until he gets older and decides its too dorky. It's a family name on Ted's side, and the obvious choice for GoofyBaby (thus dorky). Harry calls him Milo because of an enunciation issue... He looks just like his siblings.