So, am I alone here or is there anyone else out there that wakes up in the morning with every intention to shower and then the day is gone before you get a chance to do so?  Or you plug in the curling iron, but alas, it never makes it to your hair?  Or you mean to put make-up on and  out the door you go and realize that it totally slipped your mind?  And you really really want to be on time to something, but you just can't do it? Or you realize it's 4pm and you haven't eaten breakfast yet?  Or you have lots of things on your to-do list, but you never get a chance to even look at said list?  And so on and so on.......
BUT it's not all for not!  It's all for LOVE!
Man, do I love my boy.  I love love love him.  I love how cute he is.  I love how good he is.  I love the faces he makes.  I love his eyes.  I love his perfect little ears, his perfect fuzzy little ears.  I love how he smells (most the time).   I love his hair.  I love his fingers.   I love his big feet.  I love his scrony little legs.  I love his big belly.  I love his many different crys.  I love his beautiful lips.  I love that he sleeps through the night.  I love that he has slept through the night from day one.   I love the grunts and noises he makes. I love his nose. I love how he snores.  I love the noise he makes after he sneezes.  I love his hair line.  I just love love love this sweet little boy.  And I love his dad.

Seriously, does it get any cuter? 

PERFECTION

per·fect

   /adj., n. ˈpɜrfɪkt; v. pərˈfɛkt/ Show Spelled[adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-fekt] Show IPA

adjective

1. Conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type: a perfect sphere; a perfect gentleman.

2. exactly fitting the need in a certain situation or for a certain purpose: 

3. entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings:

Needless to say, we had a perfect little boy.  Oh my, he is so sweet and so handsome and so perfect. 
On Friday the 4th (my due date) I had a doctors appointment.  I left work, picked up Trent and we went to the clinic.  I was only dilated to a 2. (I was hoping for more than that, but what can you do).  The week before I didn't get my membranes stripped because Dr. Black didn't recommend it for first babies and I wasn't dilated enough anyways.  But on the 4th, I guess he thought it was time, so he went ahead and stripped my membranes.  I wasn't too optimistic about it, but was counting on being crampy and achy.  I opted not to go back to work but did opt to go for a ride with Trent over the mountain.  : )  We drove to Monticello and had a delicious Thai Wrap and then over the mountain we drove.  It was a bumpy ride and I had a lot of contractions.  But once we got back home they went away.  I woke up at 5:30 the next morning to go to work and my back was KILLING me.  Oh my, it hurt so bad.  I figured it was sore from the bumpy ride.  But I went to work anyways.  At work, I was having contractions, they weren't very consistent or painful.  But as the day went on, they became more consistent and painful.  I called Trent and Heather and Michele.  I wanted to be sure that it was real labor and wasn't just a false alarm.  I was getting a little anxious and nervous and figured if I stayed at work then nothing would happen.  So I went about working, played some volleyball, had a few bites of lunch and by 12:30 my contractions were more consistent and pretty painful. So I called my boss and told him that I'd stuck it out as long as I could.  I headed home and met Trent there.  He packed a bag and I finished packing mine.  But I still wasn't sure I wanted to go to the hospital quite yet.  One of my biggest fears was going to the hospital and then being sent home.  But I think Trent was nervous and just wanted to go.  So he talked me into it.  Within an hour of leaving work, we were headed to the hospital.  I called the hospital and told them I was on my way.  On the drive over, the contractions were exactly 3 minutes apart and I had to do a lot of breathing as they were getting very painful.  Trent called Michele and within 10 minutes she was in her car, on her way down here.  
 We got to the hospital and they hooked me up to the monitors.  They checked me and I was still just dilated to a 2.  I couldn't believe it.  I was sure I would be more than that with all that pain.  I guess not.  After a few minutes on the monitors they unhooked me and let me walk around some.  Being able to move and walk felt better than laying in bed.  But the contractions were really painful and exhausting.  I was trying my best to do some good breathing but my hands and face kept going tingly and numb.  After four hours of painful contractions I got an epidural.  Woo Hoo!  I was only dilated to a 3 and I was a little nervous that the epidural might slow me down or stop progress, but I still went ahead and got it and it was heaven.  Soon after, Dr. Black came and broke my water.  I was able to rest for several hours (wasn't able to sleep though, too anxious and excited).  Michele showed up with several hours to spare.  They checked me through out the night and considered putting me on some pitocin to keep things going, but every time they checked me I was progressing just fine.  Around 12:30am they started getting ready for the baby to come.  This is when Trent got nervous.  He got up and was pacing the hall.  I was just tired but was trying to prepare myself mentally for pushing and the fact that I was going to be a mom in the very near future.  
  The doctor showed up and everything went fabulous!  I pushed for an hour and 10 minutes.  And he was born about 12 hours after getting to the hospital.  I think it was all pretty average for a first baby.  
  We had a tally going for the baby name.  Family, friends, doctors and nurses all put in their vote for a name.  Renner got a lot of votes.  Benson got a few votes.  I was leaning towards either Benson or Heston.  But when I looked at my little boy, he looked more like a Heston to me.  Trent had always liked Renner but he said the day before he was born, he thought Heston was a good name.  I was amazed that we both agreed on one name.  So even though Heston didn't get the most votes, it got my vote and Trent's vote.  
  Heston Franklin Holliday was born on 11.6.11 at 1:54am.  He weighted 7lbs. 11oz.  He was 20.5ins. long.  
 He is pretty much perfect.  He is so sweet and so handsome.  We love him to pieces.  He has been a really good eater and sleeper.  We got him home and he had to go back to the clinic for some blood tests.  He ended up having to be under the UV lights, in a billie bed.  Poor baby, but he's all better now and he is such a good baby.   We are so happy to have him.  We fall more and more in love everyday!

Our drive over the mountain. 



We got to the hospital and I got in my gown and I put my sweatshirt and shoes back on to walk around.  I'm smiling, but I was hating it at this point.  This was the brief pain free time in between contractions.



This was in between pushes.  I was smiling and actually doing pretty good thanks to the epidural.



He made it!  And life as we knew it......gone.

 

First family picture.



Proud mom!  Proud aunt!



So exciting!  Love love love him!



Now that is one proud papa.  (He never smiles like that for pictures)



Grandpa Keith and cousin Whitnie, just some of many visitors.

 

All bundled up and ready to go home.  (There was snow on the ground in Monticello when we got there and it snowed a lot more while we were there)

 

We had a warm welcome home.



Aunt Michele stayed with us for the first few days.  She helped out a lot.  We appreciate and love her!



Dad and Heston enjoying some well deserved R&R.

 

Sweet baby Heston sun bathing with Pooh and Eeyore.



   

Heston had to be in the billie bed for 4 days.  We are happy he's all good now.

Hurry up and wait!

That's what I've been doing these days.  Just waiting.  Waiting for anything.  A contraction. A pain.  A broken water.  A sign.  A voice.  But nothing so far.  Well, I have had a few contractions here and there, but nothing serious or painful.  A couple weeks ago I was checked and dilated to .5cm.  (not five, but half).  Is that even possible?  Half a cm?  Really?  I think the doctor just wanted to give me a little hope.  Well, now more than 2 weeks later I'm dilated to.................wait for it.......1cm!!!!!!!!  What?  That's it?  I know.  Tell me about it. At that rate I'm going to be 18 months pregnant before he comes. When you're this close to go time, the hours seem like days and the days seem like weeks. 
Last Saturday night I was getting ready for bed and wouldn't you know it, my ankles were gone.  They were swollen up and gone.  It was a little disturbing because I had had no swelling before.  The next day they were still pretty swollen, but my nurse friend told me to drink lots of water and I had my blood pressure checked and was fine.  The swelling went away and has not come back.
Comfort and sleeping in a lying position are things of the past.  My short term memory is pretty much non-existent.  Breathing easy is no more.  But all in all I can't complain.  It has been a really easy pregnancy with no complications.  Hopefully labor and delivery with be the same.  I am still working and will do so until he decides to come.
As far as a name for this here baby.......no-name.  Some people think that we are just keeping it secret, but we really haven't decided on a name.  We have a small list that we are working with but are open to new ideas and suggestions.  Here are a few from our list.  Tell us what you think.
Renner (I think this is Trent's favorite)
Benson
Heston (this one has been growing on me)
Hadd (family name, it was my grandpa's nick name all his life)
Grayson (also a family name and the former name of Blanding. BUT, I have a cousin that just had her first baby a few days ago, a world away, in South Africa, haven't talked to her in months, and we found out that she named her little boy Greyson.  For real?  What are the chances?)
Waylon
Elway (I try not to think of Noelle's dog)
Anyways, hopefully when we see him, we will just know.  But we are still open to suggestions.
We are anxiously awaiting his arrival.  We are excited to meet him.  We are nervous to have him.  And we sure do love him!

Shipping 2011

It was good to finally get out to Colorado.  It was the first time Trent and I have been out there this year.  Fist time to see the new "cabin."  It was good to behold this sight again too.  Never gets old.  It's so pretty, it looks like a painting to me.  Love the Lone Cone.  And cowboys!

After much convincing and coercing, Trent got on a horse!   All the cowboys were on their way back to the corral so I kicked Payton off his horse and put Trent on.  He rode for all of 15 minutes and half a mile (if that).  I went to the cabin and the horsemen rode on to the corral.  A few minutes later Trent shows up at the house and claims, "I almost died!"  He said it was the last time he was ever going to ride.  He said his horse "went down."  So I pictured a big rodeo with Trent being thrown in the air and  landing hard on the ground, or him being drug around from the stirrup or something.  But I guess his near death experience was his horse took a little stumble and went down on his front legs for a short second.  It was pretty dramatic for Trent.  He says his riding days are over.  I say, not!

The kids had a serious game of baseball.  The kids and Tyler that is.  I think it boosted his ego to play with the kids. (not that he needs an ego boost).  He was in on every play.

One of many meal times.  I didn't get a shot of the "cabin" from the outside, but here is a shot of the kitchen on the inside.  It is a "cabin" not just a cabin.  Some say it's too nice to be called a cabin.  Some say it's not made of logs, therefore is not a cabin.  It is nice and it is big.  We had about 75 people there for dinner each night and about 40 (give or take a few) sleeping there each night.  Awesome!

Two beauties!  Chezney, 2 weeks old.  Taylor almost 14 years old.

Addison the little cheese ball.

I was a lot of help, being 36+ weeks pregnant and all. I never got on a horse but I did ride around on the four wheeler a lot.  This is Trent and I taking a break out in the field, rounding up cows.  I was always the driver, cause my belly didn't fit behind Trent.  : ) 

Michele and Lloyd doing business.

Shipping Day!  Working hard!

We had the annual performance by the dancing queens.  This was their final act in their glow-in-the-dark costumes.  It was a big hit for everyone.  The girls loved it and the audience loved it.

Dancing queens.  Young and sweet.....

And of course, the boys got involved too.  They entertained us during intermission with some wrestling matches.

LOVE COLORADO!  LOVE SHIPPING!

Mish Mash

Heather got married!!!  I know it was several months ago (April 29th, same day as the royal wedding) but I realized that it never made it on the blog, and if anything is blog-worthy, this is!!!!!  Yeah for Heather and Kent!

Erin-Nicole-Heather-Lisa-Tamia-Cindy

 

 Heather is now happily married and is already anxiously awaiting a baby girl.  She is 11 weeks behind me.  It's been fun to talk baby/pregnancy talk with her over the weeks.  It's all still pretty surreal at this point. 

Annual Girls' Trip!!! (9/10/11)  We had a hard time aligning our schedules this year, but a few of us managed to make a day trip to Moab for pedicures, dinner and a movie.

Cindy and I and our big bellies waiting for the movie "The Help" to start.  Cindy-35 weeks. Me-32 weeks. (Cindy has since had her boy! Tohaanii Jared Born 10/8/11, 7lbs, 19.5ins.)

Trent and his motorcycle posse went on yet another trip.  (9/22-25/11)  Besides the regulars, there were several others that joined them on this trip.

They made a big loop down to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  They made several stops for sight seeing.

Baby Progress

18 Weeks 3 Days

22 Weeks

27 Weeks 3 Days

32 Weeks

36 Weeks

We finally got the crib put together.......

And we couldn't have done it without Aspyn's help.  We also got some painting done, some cleaning done and some house repairs done.  It feels good to cross some things off "the list."

My AWESOME sisters-in-law threw a baby shower for me.  Love them!  I got loaded up with lots of baby loot.  So exciting....I feel a lot more prepared now that we have the crib put together, we have a car seat, stroller, lots of clothes and a small stock pile of diapers and wipes (that Trent thinks is going to last forever, I think he's going to be surprised at how fast they disappear). I've started organizing all the loot, I hung some clothes in the baby's closet and it gave me a small anxiety attack.  Aaaahhhh!  The closer it gets, the more real and scary it becomes.  I'm 37 weeks tomorrow.  I had a doctors appointment today and I'm dilated to 1/2 cm.  Ha ha.  Not much, but it is a start, right?  : )  We are excited and I'm anxious to finally have him with us.  We can't wait to meet him and see what he looks like.  (I also can't wait to see what name we'll come up with, he's still a no-name at this point).  We can't wait for this baby to rock our world.  : )