Home Invasion? No, just some Firewood

I wasn't going to tell this story on my blog but after emailing to some friends and having them tell me I should document it for the future and for our unborn child-I decided to make my "Home Invasion" story, blog #3.
Yesterday I was home alone hanging out on the coach and ended up calling the police and they came to my home thinking they had a home invasion on their hands. 

So basically here is what happened. Kadin came home during his plan period yesterday to get his football clothes like 15 minutes prior to the door bell ringing. Well, I didn't want to get it and wasn't expecting anyone. I actually thought it was Kadin coming back for something. I looked through the peek hole and there was this big burley guy, scary looking to say the least. Anyway, I didn't say anything, just ignored it and walked away from the door and waited for him to leave. He rings it again....then walks down to the base of our driveway, where I'm now peeking through the spare bedroom window from our hallway and he's talking to another guy in the drivers seat of this huge truck with some type of cargo in the back? So big truck, something in the back, 2 guys talking, looking back up at the house, talking, looking, waiting.....it was weird. So about 10 minutes has passed, they come back up to the house, ring it again twice and meanwhile I'm checking doors, windows and trying to call Kadin at school. He is supposed to have his phone ON so when I go into labor he will get it. Well, 6 calls later, no answer, he doesn't hear or have it on him. I'm LIVIDDDDD! So next best thing to do while freaking out, call the police! 

So the guy is now standing outside the truck, looking up at the house, smoking a cigarette and I'm talking to the Muk po po dispatcher and they are sending someone out. "I might be just freaking out here but I'm home alone, 9 months pregnant and there are 2 guys who won't leave my house and keep ringing my doorbell" Nightmare. Dispatcher was awesome, told me not to answer the door, do not talk to them, do not go outside, just stay on the line. HEART is racing....sweating and freaking out!

Here's where poop hit the Mother F-ing fan. I'm on the line, waiting for the cops and then the guy comes up for a 3rd time-and instead of ringing the door bell, he fiddles with the door like he's trying to break in. So I'm on the phone, start telling the dispatcher "I'm running outside the back, to the back yard, he's trying to get in...I'm getting out of the house" he's saying no, stay there, stay on the line, blah, blah. Long story short, I sprint up the nature trail, hiding behind the tree, looking at our slider I came out of and thinking he's coming into our house or worse coming after me. I then contemplate scaling the fence to the neighbors behind back to get away, but thought I'd only do that if I saw him coming. Looking back, there would be no way my pregnant ass would have even been able to hoist myself up that fence. 

Next-dispatcher says check to see if the truck is still there-can you see the truck?  I'm sneaking by the fence, along the trees and notice-there is NOOOO truck anymore, it's gone!! What the hell? So I carefully go to the front door, there is a card on the door "sorry we missed you for a delivery, please call" What???? Delivery of what?? Flip the card over and it's from a firewood delivery company.

Sunday, Kadin called a firewood company and they were planning on dropping off the wood on Thursday afternoon. My lovely husband forgot to tell me 15 minutes prior to the "home intruders" coming, that they would be coming. Not answering his phone, didn't tell me about the delivery, feels like I'm going to give birth, pass out, hyperventilate or sweat to death, I was PISSED.

Best part-the dispatcher says the cops are almost there, still coming to check on me because at this point I'm hysterically crying. So shaken up, I thought I was being robbed or worse going to die! So picture this please: I'm crying, still trying to get a hold of Kadin, and here comes a muk cop car, and following the car is the truck down our street!!! Since I gave them the description of the truck they pulled it over and must have figured it all out but here they come back, together to our house. Sooooo embarrassed!!! So here I am, bawling, these two guys come out, SUPER nice and I just kept apologizing and saying how mad I was at my husband. Best quote of the whole ordeal was from the door bell ringer "I would have been scared of me too if I was you, I wouldn't have opened the door!" Cop is laughing saying "I thought I had a home invasion on my hands" So they were cool about it but this whole ordeal was like an hour long and felt like a week and I was so shaken up that Kadin, who I was finally able to get a hold of, came home early-missed football practice, and had to work to put me back together. I have not been a mess like that since, well-not sure ever. 

Funny story though now, day after-and had to share, it's just too funny not to. So seriously, if that doesn't get this baby wanting to come out, I'm not sure what will? 

D Day

Well, today is coming to a close, at least by my standards....almost 8:00, and no B.B. on his/her due date. Here's how I have to break it down for myself. The max I have left is 2 weeks, I can handle up to 2 weeks, no problem.

I put my running shoes on yesterday for the first time in oh, about 3 months. They still fit so that's a positive sign. I set out to walk some hills down near my studio. Overall it was successful I'd say. My friend Deonna served as my hill coach and pushed me along. Only got dizzy once, not bad.

Round two of putting running shoes on again this morning. This time, 6:00 am date with Sara Maria at Greenlake. We had an hour and I really thought I'd make it around the lake in an hour, no problem. Well, that did not happen, not even close. I believe we made it a quarter of the way and then had to head back. But I gave my best effort, that's all that matters. As much as walking physically hurts, mentally it's great to get outside and do a mini workout. Good for my state of mind and hopefully good to get this baby moving in the right direction.

The other highlight of D Day was getting an hour Chinese foot massage. Checked out a new place today and was very impressed.  Forget calling it a foot massage, it was a full body massage, it was heaven. Hour of my time for just $25. Beats a pedicure any day. So my thought is between walking and foot massage, baby should be here in no time.

Best way to end my D Day is right now: sitting on the coach and watching, what seems like, the 49th season of Survivor. I think I may be just be the last one who still watches this show every season but that's okay, I love it! Old vs. Young...going to be exciting.

Tomorrow Baby Brooking's Uncle Howie flys in from Arizona and B.B's Auntie Karis is already here from Santa Fe so a lot of people are waiting for your arrival baby, you hear me baby?? Uncle Howie's main concern when talking to him on the phone today, "I hope you have the baby before the Husky game on Saturday, but I guess if you haven't, we can still watch it right?" As much as I laughed, I do have to say I feel the exact same way! :)

Here is a recent pic of prego me:

But what is so funny is that I thought I was big here...um, not really:

Waiting Game

Even before birth it is clear to see who is now in charge and making the calls in my normally scheduled, planned out world. Even when YOU think you and your body are ready for the baby to make his/her arrival to the world, you are sorely mistaken. Every day for the past 2 weeks or so I thought "today might just be the day"... but nope! Our due date is officially September 15th, 2 days away but who really knows. I do understand and accept the fact that baby Brooking will come when he/she is ready, it's just hard when I'M ready and have been for weeks!!

I'm no longer teaching my fitness classes, the diapers are washed and ready to go, babies memory book already started, baby shower thank you cards completed, and nursery is all ready to go: there is nothing else to do but WAIT!

The highlight of my waiting days, if I'm lucky, is getting enough strength to hit up the grocery store and make a new recipe for dinner to have ready when Kadin comes home from school. Today, that did not happen. A nap was in order instead and starting this blog.

One of my favorite pass times is now impossible: Working out.  Exercise consists now of rolling out of bed and walking to the bathroom. "Go on a walk Reenie, it'll help with inducing labor" Well, that would be a great idea if I could make it to the end of my street without my stomach feeling like it's going to pop open like a pinata.

Very few people tell you about the last few weeks of pregnancy and I vow to share this news to as many expecting mothers as possible and to be sympathetic to the struggles of the last weeks of this incredible journey. Believe me, I have never taken a second of this pregnancy for granted but now that the time closes near I am ready to move on from swollen hands and feet, fat face, waddle walks and every 5 minute pee breaks to feedings, diaper changes and spending every waking moment with our baby.

For those who know Kadin and I know this has been a long time coming, which makes baby Brooking's arrival that much more amazing. Kadin and I  have been married for 8 years, at the end of this month and have been trying to get pregnant for the past 5 years. After trying for 8 months we suffered a miscarriage in 2007 and have been dreaming of starting a family ever since. As trying as that waiting game was for both of us we were still able to remain positive and realize that one way or another we were destined to be parents and now we are so close to meet our baby! Boy? Girl? We don't know and we don't care. We just want to meet baby Brooking and make him/her a part of our loving family.

I'm starting this blog to document my thoughts and memories of being a first time mom. It'll be a fun way to share memories and photos to friends and family and one day baby Brooking can look back at these posts and realize how much mom and dad love him/her.

This is where it all began....our first picture of Baby Brooking at 10 weeks, such a cutie!

Here is a slideshow of pictures taken June 29th when I was 7 months pregnant for a maternity shoot. I think these pictures show how excited we actually are for the baby's upcoming arrival.

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