Broc's birth story

  Well, in case you didn't know my dear sweet little bear  is finally in the world!
  I want to write down his birth story before  I forget anything valuable. I will start with Monday.
  On Monday, January 11th I posted on here how I was going to be induced the next morning at 6:30 AM. I also mentioned that I went in for a stretch and sweep and Corry took me to Burgerville after for a last date before baby. When we got home, I noticed my contractions were getting a little more intense. Corry burned some Moxa on my leg (chinese medicine treatment) to help strengthen my body and give it some energy. I ended up taking a nap then. When I woke up my contractions were more intense. Then we went about our day, and headed to bed.
  Corry fell asleep just fine, but my contractions were hurting me a lot. They didn't become consistent until midnight though. Around 11:30, I decided I should take a bath because I figured we would probably be headed to the hospital soon. So I took a nice bath and laid in bed for a couple hours. From midnight to about 2:00, my contractions were a consistent 4-5 minutes apart and were beyond painful. At about 2:00 I couldn't take it anymore and as I was getting through a contraction I decided I would wake Corry up, but he woke up and said "is it time to go?" I said yeah and we headed out the door.
  We got to the hospital around 2:15 and I got checked in. *note: if you remember I was only 3 cm dilated on Monday at the stretch and sweep appointment.* I was put into a room and when they checked me I was 5 cm dilated. I was so happy to hear that! They measured my contractions and baby's heartbeat for a while and determined I was in active labor. I honestly don't remember a whole lot from about 2 AM to 6 AM. I was on the monitors for a while and labored for a while. I called my dad at about 2:30 AM and told him I was in labor. We called a couple other close family members as well, but we mostly just waited while I went through contractions. Oh! I remember what happened. They hooked me up to an IV for the antibiotic drip I had to be on. They had a hard time trying to find a good vein because according to every person who sees my veins, I have "valve-y veins". It was a painful process, but they finally got an IV in. I had to lay in bed while the drip was going, so they had me on the monitors. And because the contractions were so incredibly intense and painful, I threw up quite a bit.
  My midwife got there around 6 am and we talked about the plan and everything. When she showed up, I was still a 5. She had me walk the halls a little bit. That was seriously painful. It took us 10 minutes to get down a small hallway because of the intensity and pain of the contractions. Then I went back into the room for a while. I labored in my room for a long time. My dad came and was there during the laboring process. I can't remember what time, but hours had gone by and I think it was probably 2 or 3 in the afternoon at least when the pain became so intense I felt like I would pass out. I was still vomiting at that point. Interestingly though, I could get through the contraction just by breathing through it. You always hear "just breathe through it" and when I did I thought "BREATHING ISN'T GOING TO HELP!" But it did. So did my sweet husband kissing me, rubbing my back and encouraging me. Anyway, around 3 I think, I paged the nurse and said "I don't want an epidural, but is there something I can have for pain?" They offered me a pain med in my IV and I said yes. So they put it in, and even though the contractions were still a 7 or 8 on the pain scale, I found I could get through them with absolutely no problem.
  After that I felt more relaxed and I was able to even nap a little here and there. I stopped vomiting and I became super talkative. Then sometime around dinner, they began to inflate the birth pool for me. The water hose wasn't warming up the water enough I guess, so they brought someone in to fix it. I continued to labor. A lot of the time I labored I don't really remember because all I was really doing was breathing through contractions and trying to keep calm. My husband was so supportive and loving though. I remember one time going through a really painful contraction while my dad and stepmom were in the room, and I was trying to breathe through and get through it on my own. I said "Corry I need you" and he came over, just held my hand and kissed me. I think he said something like "you've got this." He was wonderful.
  Around dinner time they broke my water to get things moving a little more. It didn't hurt at all, but it was a huge gush of liquid. I remember thinking "Well, now I know what to look for for the next baby." And I continued to labor.
  I don't know exactly what time, but close to the end since they were working on getting the pool filled I went into the bathroom and had a warm bath to help my contraction pain. I had to have help taking my clothes off and getting in the tub because I was in so much pain at that point. I got in the tub and my midwife left for a minute to go eat dinner or something and I all of a sudden felt the overwhelming urge to push. It was a crud ton of pressure on my lower body and I almost felt like I couldn't hold back from pushing. I told Corry I felt like I had to push. He asked if he should get the nurses and I said yes. The nurse came in and then went and got my midwife. I was in a ton of pain at this point, but still managing to breathe through it. But the urge to push grew stronger and stronger every second. My midwife came in, and while I was still in the bath, she checked to see how dilated I was. The nurse and my husband held my head up out of the water while she checked. My midwife, Kirsten, said "you're at an 8. Actually, let's get you out of the tub so I can get a better look." I got out of the tub and dried off for the most part. They all helped me back into the main part of my room. I sat on an exercise ball for a minute and then got back into the bed. My midwife said "let's check again" and they checked. I remember that moment so vividly. She said "you are a 9... wait a second..." she looked a little more and then "no actually, you are a 10. You're there, so if your body feels like it needs to push then go with your body." So I pushed because I couldn't hold it anymore. It was the most intense feeling ever. Not necessarily painful, just intense. Then my midwife asked if I wanted to move from the bed to the tub for my waterbirth like I planned. At that point I was so deep in the pushing that I said no and I just wanted to get the baby out and in my arms. She asked if I would be upset or mad if I didn't go in there. I said no. So it began.
  My midwife, husband, and nurses were amazing. I would push with all I had until the contraction ended. I remember probably only halfway through, my husband touched his forehead to mine and said "you can do this, you've got this. I'm right here okay? Everything's okay" and things like that. Then another contraction came on and I pushed hard. My midwife coached me through it while she was getting ready to get the baby. She told me to put my chin to my chest, and told me to keep going even though it would sting and burn. She even told me to get mad at the contractions and push harder. I was so out of breath, and pushing was hard emotionally and physically. I was so tired and breathing so hard. After almost an hour of pushing, the nurse brought up that I would have to have another dose of antibiotics at 8:15 if the baby wasn't out yet. She said she could only delay it 15 more minutes after that before it became mandatory to give it to me. I prayed as I pushed saying "please let this be the push" in my mind over and over. At 8:15, everyone started getting excited saying  I was so close. My husband was getting so excited and saying "you're almost there honey, you're doing amazing" and things like that. Finally I pushed as hard as I could for as long as I could, and then kept going. I sort of yelled a little and then it happened. 3 minutes before I would've had to get more antibiotics, his head came out and I felt it tear down there, but I didn't care because I felt so much relief. I dropped my head and panted. I heard my midwife tell Corry to grab the shoulders, and next thing I knew, my husband was placing my precious baby boy on my belly. As the baby came out, I felt another even more intense wave of relief come over me. My husband said he could see it on my face with each wave of relief. There he was, my sweet Broc Edward William Meyers was put on my belly by my loving husband. Broc began to cry, and his eyes were wide open. Two seconds after being placed on my belly, he lifted his head up and looked around trying to find Corry because he heard his voice. Once he found it, he put his head down and looked at him. Then he looked back at me again. I was in shock. This little baby was the one I had been carrying for nine months. I felt him kick in my belly. I felt him hiccuping. I had seen the silhouette of his tiny body and organs on the ultrasounds. And now he was here, living and breathing on my belly.
  The nurse cleaned him off a little and handed him to me while my midwife repaired the tear down below. I was barely aware of the fact that she was stitching me up. I was barely aware of the needle that shot pitocin into my leg to stop the contractions. I only had eyes for my sweet baby boy and my husband, who said he had to really work to fight back tears. I could see them in his eyes. His smile was as big and long lasting as it was during our sealing ceremony in the temple.
  It was the most incredible experience of my life. I can't believe that I actually gave birth to a child. Brock Edward William Meyers came out at 8:27 pm on January 12th after 20.5 hours of labor. 8 pounds 13 ounces and 20.5 inches. Although it was extremely painful, and the most painful experience of my life, it was actually not as bad as I thought it would be. I was never scared of labor or birth. But I thought it would be a lot more painful than it actually was.
  I am so grateful for the amazing and beautiful experience it was. I'm grateful my husband was there with me, and I am grateful we didn't need to induce. I love my baby boy and my husband. I love being a mommy. It's the most wonderful feeling.

Last day

 Today we made the decision to get induced tomorrow morning at 6:30 AM. I got a stretch and sweep today again to see if my body will go into labor on its own. This time it was more effective and gave me stronger contractions, so who knows. Maybe I will go into labor before 6:30 tomorrow morning. My husband and midwife are being very supportive. My midwife suggested we do another membrane sweep today so that if nothing else, it helps move things along tomorrow and we don't have to have the pitocin on for very long. We're going to try putting in a little pitocin just to give my body a little push. I'll walk around the hospital, maybe take a bath, and then they'll check again. If nothing's really happening they'll put the pitocin on again for another push and turn it off and repeat the process. This way I may be able to have the full water birth experience. If not, she's encouraging me and letting me know that I can take baths in the really nice tub with jets and stuff. I just won't be able to birth in that one.
  I'm so grateful for my midwife. She gives it to me straight while still being gentle and sweet. I asked her what she recommended for induction, she was honest and when I made my decision she and my husband were supportive. She told me she still wants me to have the no medication experience as much as possible, so she is not going to let anyone put anything in my IV besides my antibiotics and the pitocin. She truly wants to help me get through it as naturally as possible. I was going to have to be induced by Saturday anyway, but I asked if I could be induced sooner and she worked with me to decide on tomorrow at 6:30 AM. She even told me that my body is really just not progressing how it should be. We did a non stress test to make sure the baby is okay and we didn't need to induce today, which he was so that made me happy. But I truly felt like I would rather get induced now before he does get "stressed" in the uterus. She brought up the same thing.
  So I'm sitting here in our living room just thinking about how our lives are going to change tremendously tomorrow. Depending on the effectiveness of the pitocin of course. Our baby could be born tomorrow. Our first baby. Corry's going to be a dad, and I'm going to be a mom. It's mind blowing to think about. And as I just got the bassinet ready and some other things ready for when we bring little bear home, I still can't believe that there really is a human inside me, and I can't believe that human is going to be born soon. I can't believe that human will be our child.
  I have known for most of my life that I eventually wanted to be a mom. Now that it's happening it seems surreal. Almost like any minute someone is going to say "just kidding" or a doctor will say "we made a mistake that's not a baby." Or something like that. I felt kind of the same the day I got married. I was filling up the gas tank in my car on the way to the temple where my husband and I got married, and I was of course excited, but it felt like it wasn't real. Like it was just pretend or like someone was going to tell me that it wasn't actually going to happen. Of course I'm glad it did. I have a wonderful, happy and loving marriage with the guy of my dreams. And I'm sure that when the baby is born I will feel the same way. I remember it not really kicking in that I was getting married until about 15 minutes before the temple sealing when my maid of honor helped me get my dress on. I looked around in the bride's dressing room in the temple and looked in the mirror at myself, and felt that pang of realization that it's actually happening. I have been having major contractions all day, I've seen the ultrasounds, seen the plus sign on the pee stick, we've set up all the baby things, I've felt kicks since around week 14, so many things that I think should have given me that pang of realization. I almost felt it earlier today when we decided to induce tomorrow morning. I felt the giddy excitement similar to what I felt when I found out I was pregnant or when Corry proposed to me. But it still hasn't really stuck. I wonder what will be the thing that makes me realize I'm really having a baby tomorrow.
  Earlier today my sweet husband took me out to Burgerville (for anyone who doesn't live in the Northwest/ America - it's an amazing fast food place.) We had burgers and fries and enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about previous Burgerville dates and trying to wrap our minds around the fact that we're having a baby tomorrow. It was wonderful :)
  So, this is probably going to be my last post for this pregnancy. It's been a roller coaster. Really, it has. Hyperemesis, placenta previa, infections, moving twice, holidays, baby showers, and growing closer to my husband. It was hard, one of the hardest things I've ever done. But it has been so worth it. My husband and I have truly come together and become closer than we've ever been. Every day it feels like we become closer. In these 9 months, we've become a team and really developed as a companionship. I am so grateful for that blessing. It's been fun to make this blog too, it's been like my journal for the pregnancy. After the baby is born I will keep blogging when I can. At least once a week probably. I am thinking about changing the title of the blog too. But it will still be here. Thanks for reading my posts and encouraging me throughout this 41 week adventure. It's been an incredible experience.

41 weeks, 1 day.

  Yes, 8 days overdue.
  We've tried just about everything in the book to get the little bear to come out. I've had a stretch and sweep about a week ago, and I'm going in in just a little bit to get another one. Hopefully it will get it going faster.
  Not sure if I posted about it on here, but Thursday night my contractions were really close together and frequent/intense. So I called into the family birth center, went in and they saw I was only 3 cm dilated still and the contractions weren't productive, so I wasn't in active labor. I got sent home. It was a huge bummer. But it will happen soon. I can't wait to see little bear. I already love him so much and I'm beyond excited.
 

Day 3 overdue

  So here we are again, still pregnant. Today I've decided I'm going to make a fun little video with memories of my pregnancy and memories with Corry and family that happened throughout this 9 months. Then when I'm in the hospital in labor, I'll post it with one more picture/ video on it of us at the hospital or on the way to announce that he's coming. I'm excited. I'll be able to do something fun and go through good memories from the past 9 months. I kind of wish I had been better about taking pictures and videos, but I'm glad I've been keeping this blog really well. It's like a journal, and it's interesting to read back on.
  There was an encouraging sign of progress last night. Mucus plug started coming out. I know super gross, but hey I think I've been gross or graphic on this blog before and at least one person is still reading this - you! :) Obviously it doesn't tell when things will happen, but it's another step closer.
  One thing I wanted to talk about is the fact that today is January 6th. Tomorrow is January 7th. My mom passed away 3 years ago tomorrow morning. Three years ago tonight, I was taking her to the bathroom when she collapsed and some pretty scarring things happened. I wish that wasn't my last image of her, but I am grateful that I had the opportunity to watch her and take care of her when my dad and hospice were not around. She had to get everywhere with a walker and with someone holding her upright and encouraging steps. She could not really move by herself, and that night she couldn't talk. She only communicated in groans. The only reason I knew she had to use the bathroom was that she was groaning and clutching her stomach. Instead of thinking back on the horrific events of that night and becoming emotional and depressed by them (they are why I have PTSD) I have learned from counseling to look at that night in a more positive perspective, to change the way I percieve those memories. It's a tool that my counselor taught me in order to cope with my PTSD.
  I look at that night now, January 6th, and realize how blessed and how lucky I was to be able to help my mom the way I was. She was in effect helpless like an infant. She laid in a hospital bed that was set up in our living room. My dad and hospice were the main ones who were with her, and of course my siblings helped a little. But my mom wanted them to stay kids and be kids, so she would often ask my dad, hospice or me to do things like take her to the bathroom or clean up after her so that the kids didn't have to experience that. Anyway, as I said, she was like an infant on January 6th. I was in the room with her, even though she may not have recognized that we were spending quality time together I know we were. We were watching one of her favorite shows. I don't remember if it was friends or big bang theory. But it was one we both loved that made us laugh. Any time with my mom was sweet and precious to me. I felt closer to and happier with her than I had for a while, and it seemed like we resolved our issues toward the end, which still brings me a lot of peace. I am grateful I was there to take care of her that night. Grateful that after all the years of her taking care of me, I was able to reciprocate that back to her. That's not something everyone gets to do for their parents. I feel incredibly blessed that I got that opportunity. When she started to collapse, I texted my dad (I think he was outside or at the store or something) when he didn't respond, I held my mom upright and looked up to the ceiling and as the tears started to come and I started to shake, I just said "please Heavenly Father" and a few seconds later my dad came through the door. I was so grateful that he was there, I wouldn't have gotten through it, in fact I was so scattered and scared that all I could do was hand my dad a phone to call 911 and hospice and gather the siblings who were home and take them into my parent's bedroom so they didn't see what was going on. I felt a lot of love for my brother and sister that night too. I didn't have the best relationship with my sister Ema, but in that moment I knew our relationship was going to turn around soon (which it did while I was on my mission) and Ben and I have an awesome relationship. We're the only sibling pair that hasn't ever had huge blowout fights. We've always been close and I'm grateful for that.
  Just thinking on that today. I loved being able to show compassion for and help my mom to do things that I was able to do for her. Soon I will be able to do the same things for my son. It will be interesting to see if he is born tonight or tomorrow. I don't know if that will happen, but I know if it does it's because my mom is up there coaching my son to wait until these two days so that some happiness can be brought on the day my family and her friends dread each year. It just fits so well with my mom's personality. She never liked being in the limelight, especially for cancer or illness. She never wanted people to deeply grieve over her, in fact she told me that she wanted me to keep on going in life in happiness. It just makes a lot of sense. Of course, the grief is felt over the course of the first couple weeks of January the most for me. So any day in the next week or so would make this thought true for me. I hope he is born tomorrow for many reasons, but it would be a comfort and a little sign from my mom and would bring me even greater joy.
  So come on little bear!
  Also, Corry is dying to have his son born now. He wants so badly to play with him and hold him and cuddle him. It's adorable and I can't wait for him to have that with our boy.

1 day overdue

  Well here we are, still pregnant. That's okay. Today I got a stretch and sweep, and I'm hoping it helps speed things along. Let me just say that a stretch and sweep (aka membrane sweep) freakin hurts. It's manageable pain though luckily. My midwife did the exam and brought me happy news that I'm dilated to a 3. I was elated to know that I'm not still between a 1 and 2. Then she did the stretch and sweep part. My wonderful husband held my hand the whole time. At the beginning, It hurt and was getting worse. I noticed my legs were tense, so I relaxed them. That made the experience less horrible, Then I closed my eyes and took slow breaths. That also helped a significant amount. Of course at the beginning before she started the procedure, my midwife told me I could tell her to stop at any time if it was too much for me. At one point, I felt my face get so hot and I was sweating like crazy. The pain was an immense throb, more painful than period cramps. Especially because for me, it brought on a contraction while she was still doing it. The words "okay I need to stop" were on the tip of my tongue, but I somehow found the strength to see it through to the end. I thought about how painful labor will be, and that this pain probably won't compare to that pain. I need to be able to cope and get through this if I am going to get through birth without medication like I want to do. So I took deep breaths, and focused on how good it felt to close my eyes. I focused on my sweet husband telling me "you've got this. You can do it honey." And at last, it was done.
  So overall, yes it hurt. A lot. But it was seriously a piece of cake after I closed my eyes and let my sweet husband help me through it.
  I'm hoping to have a sweet baby in my arms soon to kiss and snuggle. I just keep thinking about labor and when he's finally born and on my chest. That makes it all worth it. I hope and think that maybe tonight things will speed up. We'll see though.

Due day

  Well here it is, January 3rd 2016. No baby in my arms yet, but that's okay. When it's time, it's time. Today was a great day though. I woke up and my husband goes "it's snowing outside!" We looked out the window to see snow, and little birds playing in it. Then I looked at my phone, and my phone's calendar countdown app reminded me that today is little bear's due date. I smiled, knowing I probably won't go into labor today, but that the day is soon approaching. :) Since it's Sunday, we had church. This year, we moved at the change of the year and our new ward starts at 1. It was so nice not having to get up at 7:30 to get ready for church. It was also really fun introducing myself to people because almost everyone noticed that I am clearly pregnant and asked when I was due, to which I got to reply "Today" and see their faces go from a sweet smile to shock. All three of the women who asked said afterward "Well kudos to you for being here! I slept so much around my due date!" Confession: I had a three hour nap today :)
  Corry made a wonderful soup with a pork roast, hominy, carrots, onion and red potatoes tonight for dinner. He's such a good cook. He made a wonderful deep dish pizza in our cast iron this week when I told him I was craving pizza. He's so talented and so thoughtful.
  Not much else happened today. I've had some contractions, and I still feel kind of flu-like. I'm going to call my midwife tomorrow and even though I have a doctors appointment the next day on Tuesday, I'm going to ask for a stretch and sweep tomorrow morning if I haven't gone into labor yet. Corry starts school tomorrow. I'm nervous to be without him if I go into labor. I hope it happens soon.

2015: A Look Back

This year was very crazy for me. It's always fun to look back on memories of the year, so I thought I would do that before we start a new year with a new baby boy. I know a lot of people say "New year, new me" or "New Year, clean slate", but that will definitely ring true for me and my family in 2016. Here's what 2015 looked like:

Corry and I rang in the New Year 2015 with my brother and sister. We watched "The Fault in Our Stars", ate a ton of junk food, and watched the ball drop on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve with sparkling cider. Corry and I danced to "Little things" by One Direction as our first dance of the year, and of course rang in the new year with a kiss.

For Valentine's Day, we wanted to go to a little dance held at a grange up in the hills around where we live. We got there and not only was the venue creepy, the people were too. One woman was stalking us trying to get us to buy raffle tickets and standing in front of the door so no one could leave. We stayed for a minute and took some popcorn to be polite, but we left as soon as we could. We decided to go see a movie instead. We saw Penguins of Madagascar at the $3 theatre near where we lived. We were cracking up laughing the whole time. I made Corry some chocolate covered strawberries and he brought me home TWO bouquets of flowers. It was a fun Valentine's day.

In March, I think we went on another really fun date to a band concert for the local community college. Then we went to Winco and got some snacks to go to another movie at the $3 theatre. That time we saw "Into the Woods". It was such a fun date, and one I won't forget. We don't go out much on dates where we spend money. It was just a really special date.

Then Corry's grandpa passed away around the beginning of April. We went down to Utah for the funeral and spent a lot of time with his family. Although it was a sad occasion, I got to meet a lot of his Aunts and Uncles and extended family. I also got to meet his brother and sister in law and their sweet son Landon. We went to the Provo temple, went for lots of walks, played with our nephew, and really just had a nice time with his family. It was a huge blessing to meet all of the family members I did. But when we got home after the nice week, I walked into our little apartment to discover the door unlocked, and our stuff everywhere. Someone broke in while we were gone, went through a ton of our stuff (leaving a giant mess), stole a couple things, watched porn on our laptop, and ate a bunch of our food. Some friends put us up in a hotel for the night, and cleaned it all up for us. We had a lovely night in the hotel. We bought a pizza, watched Dancing with the Stars, and swam in the pool/ jacuzzi. It was nice, even though it was a very upsetting situation.

We decided it was time to move from that apartment because the circumstances of the break in were such that I was obviously targeted. So on April 30th we moved out of our first apartment. Also that day, I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive! We had been trying for a baby for a month, and our little miracle came to be! I'm sure I have that story up on this blog :)
Then we moved. We came into a lovely ward. I was only able to get through a few more weeks before I had violent morning sickness that got progressively worse. That whole process is on the blog. While that happened, my husband and I grew closer together.

We spent our first wedding anniversary as well as my husband's birthday in the hospital while I got IV therapy and was monitored for my hyperemesis. But my sweet husband bought be flowers and chocolates for our anniversary. It was so sweet. Hoping year 2 will be away from any hospital.

Corry started his last year of his master's degree in Chinese Medicine at OCOM, where he also started treating patients as an intern in the school's clinic (earlier in the year, he passed his board exams which I was so proud of.) And has done very well in his classes, and loves clinic.
I matriculated from the Pathway program onto the regular online degree program in the fall. My first classes were Math, English and Nutrition. I did well.

Corry and I went on our first real date in months after I got out of the hospital the last time in August. We went to Jamba juice and drank them in the car and talked. Another fun date a few months later was going to Red Robin.

In October, my dad and stepmom got married. It was a wonderful day with family. Corry and I danced pretty much the whole time. It was an extremely special day for me and my family.
We spent the weekend at the Oregon Coast for their wedding. They were originally going to get married on the beach, but as luck would have it the leftovers of a hurricane in the pacific hit that weekend. Last minute arrangements were made, and it was a lovely ceremony and reception inside of a gorgeous venue. It was a great day to bring family together, and make it even bigger and happier!








I turned 22 in October, and my sweet husband took me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant: Mongolian Grill. That was also a fun night.
My sister turned 18, and my brother turned 14. Where does the time go???
We spent a wonderful Thanksgiving in Rexburg with most of my Meyers family. Another really special and fun family time. It snowed when we got there and Corry and I went for a few nice walks in the snow, which was fun. Oh! A little earlier in the year, we found out we are having a niece! So exciting, as she will be the first Meyers niece/ granddaughter.

For Christmas, we spent a ton of time with both the Bonazelli's/Westermans and the Meyers. It was so much fun, and just being with family was the best gift for me. I honestly could not think of a single gift for a wishlist this year. I was just looking forward to spending lots of quality time with my families.
And finally, on Tuesday of this past week, we found out that I was dilated between a 1 and 2. We are that much closer to meeting our son. This is it! This year we are having our first child. I am due (officially now!) January 3rd. Which means 2 days. How crazy is that? Corry and I have had a wonderful year together, and now we are getting ready for the first big change of the year, and one of the happiest of our lives. I can't wait to meet my son. I can't wait for Corry to be a father. He will be the most wonderful father, and he is beyond thrilled to be one. And I cannot wait to become a mom.

Here's to a wonderful 2016.