Unfortunately (for him), Troy left this post up to me. I'm sure he would use this space to describe the process of making a mold of his
entire body, but since I (Alison) am writing this post, I will use it to brag about what an amazing wifey I am. First let me explain: Troy is WAY into the Halloween costume scene (we did this cast in April, October is 6 months away) for his costume he wanted make a mold of his whole body so he can use something called dragonskin and make them all fancy and perfectly fitting to himself. Well, none of his friends would help him. Everyone hoped someone else would do it, so it fell on me. Please keep in mind as you scroll through the pictures that I am almost 8 months pregnant, standing (it took 3 hours),
crouching, and being in generally uncomfortable positions (of course Troy was uncomfortable too, but he volunteered)
(Mixing and applying the plaster.) Troy's Dad came for about the last hour and helped us out, that was nice.
I didn't have any idea what I was doing. Troy was trying to direct me as we went. Lovely. Frustrating.
Troy shaved his whole body, put on a speedo, covered himself in vaseline, then we started with plaster strips like from the doctor and covered that with regular plaster.
The finished product! Wierd, eh?
Now, I know you all are thinking what an amazing wife Troy has at this point, but I'm certainly not done yet. You see, It didn't dry right and didn't fit together when all was said and done, so a week later, we STARTED OVER! Yep, I got to do it all again. (this time Jordan helped, which was nice and went a little faster, but still). It must be true love
Wow... When she called me at work, I couldn't believe it, I thought that she was joking. So the story goes as follows; 7:00 I go to work, 8:00 Alie gets up and doesn't feel well. at 10:30 she calls, so they tell her to come in. She couldn't tell if she was having contractions or not. So at 11 she drives HERSELF to the hospital. But she didn't didn't call me yet. So then she walks around until 12 and decide that she IS in labor, and that she should call me, at 12:10 she goes into hard labor and calls me at 12:15 and tells me that I have to come home cause she's not feeling good. We still had three week left so I was confused as to why she was telling me to come home. She never said; I'm having the baby until after I asked her the third time. At the time I was in IF mowing lawns and freaking out, so Adam (my brother in law) and I load up the mowers and take down the highway going 90 mph, making it to the hospital at 12:35. Alison has the Baby at 12:30. Oh, and she had decided not to do the Epidural beforehand, but when it came right down to it she was having second thoughts. However it was too late to use the Epidural since she only had twenty min until the boy came. He is doing fine, they did have to put him in the NICU until he can feed and breath all on his own, which is normal for early male babies. He likes to growl and sleep. he has big hands, so maybe he can be a stone mason or sculptor or something.
