Colin Tate Corbett

6 pounds, .3 ounces; 17 1/2 inches long. All ten fingers and toes, and, unfortunately, a Corbett nose. Here are some pics:

This rainbow appeared the day Colin was born.

38 Weeks

Yesterday marked 38 weeks for our little one. The last few weeks have gone by so fast! I've been surprised at how much energy it takes to grow a baby. Things are going well, although it seems like the really good things don't come easily. After spending about 4 weeks head down and ready to go, the baby decided that this was no longer the position for him. So he did a sommersault and has stayed top side up! My doctor discovered this at my appointment last week and he decided to play the "wait and see" game, hoping that the baby would sort himself back out. No such luck. I had another appointment today, and the doctor decided the best thing is for this baby to come out, one way or another. I'm only dilated to a 2 or 3 and about half-way effaced, but the baby is just getting bigger (which means more uncomfortable for me and for him because he's not the right way) and the doctor does not want labor to start on its own since the baby's breech. So Saturday is the big day! They'll admit me Saturday and give me an epidural to keep my uterus relaxed, and then the doctor will try to flip the baby by pushing and proding him along. If it works, then the doctor will enduce labor and we'll be on our way. If the baby is engaged too much and won't move, then they'll do a c-section. The doctor thinks that Option 2 is probably what will happen. Either way, Dave and I are so excited to think that we'll be holding our little baby the day after tomorrow! We'll keep y'all posted!

Messy Bessy

Here's the painting story that Dave didn't tell you. David was a very focused and dedicated painter- He only took a break to eat some dinner. But he did have a hard time keeping the paint on the walls. I lost count of the number of times I heard my friend Barb shout, "Corbett, you're fired!" because he dripped more paint on the carpet- or rolled it on the door.
Apparently they don't teach proper painting techniques at Baylor. But even Barb had to hand it to Dave when it came to choosing the cute colors for our baby's new room. Now we just need to get the rest of it together before the little one decides to come!

Thank goodness for great people!

To help us get ready for the baby, many friends came over today to help us paint the house and prepare the nursery. The work we finished today would have taken us days on our own. Here is a picture and Clay and Celeste Stephens. Clay is standing on a step-ladder, and, as you can see, Celeste is sitting on Clay's shoulders in order to reach the top corner of the kitchen wall.

Perhaps only days now!

Since y'all have been asking about the pregnancy . . .

Cambrea was dilated to a 2 at her appointment on Monday, was starting to become "effaced" (whatever that means), and began losing her plug today. Oh, and we decided on a first name: Colin, after my dad. No middle name yet--still working on that one.

By the way--I won my first jury trial on Wednesday, bringing my overall record to 7-1. It was nice to do something other than a bench trial.

Now that's some police work worth applauding.

The temperature in Kingman is about 105 degrees today. Without any humidity to stop you from drying out, the heat can really wear you down throughout the day. But that is where several Kingman policemen have been standing on our street today to help a family . . .

A new family is moving down the block from our house. People have many fears when moving, including the fear that the movers will play quote a reasonable price then arrive at the destination with a much higher price; when the family can't pay the new, exorbitant fee, the movers then point to something in the contract that they don't have to take their things off the truck until payment is made.

Well, that apparently happened to the new family around the block. I only know one side of the story, but the movers threatened to drive away with their stuff after asking an enormous fee. So the family called the police. They arrived at about 8:30 this morning to stop the trucker from leaving and are still out there now at 5:00. 7.5 hours and counting in the dry heat. The movers weren't willing to share their logs or any information--surprise. So the officers recently returned with a warrant to go over the logs then to go to the scales for a weight measurement.

Great job, guys.