Matt's mom gave me a CD by Sandi Patti called "A Mother's Prayer". I guess my mother-in-law saw Sandi Patti in concert this past summer and fell in love with her sweet personality and pretty voice. The CD has the most beautiful song called "The Cradle Song" that I listen to constantly. The whole CD makes me cry, but this one is my favorite. I just read that she wrote it right after the birth of her daughter, Anna. My favorite part is when she sings, "Your eyes shine like your Father's, That nose looks just like me, I stare in awe and wonder, At such a mystery". It makes me so excited for the day when I'll get to watch my daughter sleeping, carefully admiring each little freckle, eyelash and baby wrinkle.
I really love the whole song-- each word has meaning and just gives me goosebumps!
I watch beside your cradle
Your face touched by the moon
My heart just aches and trembles
With all my love for you
Your eyes shine like your Father's
That nose looks just like me
I stare in awe and wonder
At such a mystery
How God can touch the love of a man and wife
And blossom it into the breath of life
Just look at this life
We want you to understand
You rest in His loving hands
For you are Jesus' little lamb
Our eyes are filled with dreaming
We want so much for you
But we might fail you often
Before your life is through
Only your Heav'nly Father
Can hear you ev'ry prayer
When we are just a mem'ry
Your Lord will still be there
So on our knees we pray this cradle song
That you'll always know the Lord will keep you strong
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
11.29.08
1. Our wonderful Thanksgiving dinner, prepared mostly by David and Matt, while Lisa and I caught up in our PJ's all afternoon:) All familial wisecracks aside, this might have been one of my favorite Thanksgivings. So casual, so appreciated, and SO delicious! It's true that good company is what it's all about and we are blessed with some incredible, genuine and all-around good-hearted friends. Thank you!! (I chose this picture just for you, Lisa!)
2. We have our Christmas tree! It was the first one Matt saw, but of course I had to look at each and every one before agreeing that he had picked the winning tree:) In my sentimental, mommy state-of-mind, I not only agreed to, but OFFERED to "let" Matt decorate it with colored lights this year. As I'm learning, Matt's usually right-- it looks so cheerful and festive! And knowing that we may have our Little Beansie here on Christmas makes it that much more exciting! (And if she comes later, we'll just have to keep the tree up a little longer!)
3. Our "new" PBK sleigh glider, given to us by Matt's cousins Matt and Debbie. These are the same cousins who gave us our crib and changing table. Honestly, I regularly thank God for these people for so many reasons-- their amazing hearts, their excitement for our budding little family, and their whole-hearted generosity. I love that so many of Beansie's little outfits, furniture and toys came to her with love, and not just a furniture warehouse! (Not that you'd find me complaining if I'd gone through with some of the frivilous purchases I've considered during this pregnancy!)
I'm sneaking in a fourth because any dog lover-- or even liker-- will agree, that this little man is one of the most adorable critters to trot the earth. Meet Jake, owner of the 12" ears:
(Trisha, just wait til I post Jake's rendition of O-H-I-O a la Basset Hound ears one of these days. You might die:))
(P.S. This is one of Lisa's dogs... and Matt and I are kind of in love. With him.)
2. We have our Christmas tree! It was the first one Matt saw, but of course I had to look at each and every one before agreeing that he had picked the winning tree:) In my sentimental, mommy state-of-mind, I not only agreed to, but OFFERED to "let" Matt decorate it with colored lights this year. As I'm learning, Matt's usually right-- it looks so cheerful and festive! And knowing that we may have our Little Beansie here on Christmas makes it that much more exciting! (And if she comes later, we'll just have to keep the tree up a little longer!)
3. Our "new" PBK sleigh glider, given to us by Matt's cousins Matt and Debbie. These are the same cousins who gave us our crib and changing table. Honestly, I regularly thank God for these people for so many reasons-- their amazing hearts, their excitement for our budding little family, and their whole-hearted generosity. I love that so many of Beansie's little outfits, furniture and toys came to her with love, and not just a furniture warehouse! (Not that you'd find me complaining if I'd gone through with some of the frivilous purchases I've considered during this pregnancy!)
I'm sneaking in a fourth because any dog lover-- or even liker-- will agree, that this little man is one of the most adorable critters to trot the earth. Meet Jake, owner of the 12" ears:
(Trisha, just wait til I post Jake's rendition of O-H-I-O a la Basset Hound ears one of these days. You might die:))
(P.S. This is one of Lisa's dogs... and Matt and I are kind of in love. With him.)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
11.26.08 part 2
34 week belly pic:)
Although I'd like to think it looks a little more like this one...
Now for the dialogue that took place during these pictures, because personally, I think it's way better than the pictures themselves.
Me: Honey, you have to make my boobs look bigger.
Matt: How?
Me: I don't know, but look at them. They're srinking.
Matt: *Rolls eyes*
Me: OK, what about now?
Matt: Uhh, no. It's definitely not working.
Me: Well... Do something different!
Matt: Weezie, I can't! Your belly's too stinkin' big.
Which is very true.
And a little show & tell! Lisa and David are on their way, with their 3 furbabies, Oliver, Chloe and Jake. And guess who has stockings waiting for them when they get here!!
Although I'd like to think it looks a little more like this one...
Now for the dialogue that took place during these pictures, because personally, I think it's way better than the pictures themselves.
Me: Honey, you have to make my boobs look bigger.
Matt: How?
Me: I don't know, but look at them. They're srinking.
Matt: *Rolls eyes*
Me: OK, what about now?
Matt: Uhh, no. It's definitely not working.
Me: Well... Do something different!
Matt: Weezie, I can't! Your belly's too stinkin' big.
Which is very true.
And a little show & tell! Lisa and David are on their way, with their 3 furbabies, Oliver, Chloe and Jake. And guess who has stockings waiting for them when they get here!!
11.26.08
Other interesting crap I've seen during my prime infomercial screening time (approx. 4am-6am Sun-Sun):
The Victory Plate Own a part of history for just $19.99.
Mighty Mendit Not only can you re-attach your back pocket to your jeans, but while you're add it, squirt a little goop on your walls and presto! Instant wall paper fix. Or... glue your doll's hair back to her head?
Ped Egg Grab yourself a barf bag, friends. Becuase after you're finished grating the cheese of your feet, you're gonna need it as you dump the contents of your filed treasure into the office waste basket. Mmmmm mmmm!
And by now, we're all familiar with Cash 4 Gold. Just enclose your golden bounty in the envelope labeled "Steal Me!" and we'll wire you its worth as soon as we receive the goods. We promise. First thing! Just ask Mildred who had no idea her gold jewelry was worth so much. Thank you, Cash 4 Gold.
All kidding aside, some of these things look pretty good at 4am. I've come close to being suckered into any and all steam-cleaning gadgets, a knife set, a handful of cleaning products... and that Obama plate. Have you seen the man sitting at his desk when he looks of at Barry in admiration? He looks so... inspired. I want to feel that too. To see what I'm talking about, fast-forward to 0:15 of this clip:
Pure inspiration.
The Victory Plate Own a part of history for just $19.99.
Mighty Mendit Not only can you re-attach your back pocket to your jeans, but while you're add it, squirt a little goop on your walls and presto! Instant wall paper fix. Or... glue your doll's hair back to her head?
Ped Egg Grab yourself a barf bag, friends. Becuase after you're finished grating the cheese of your feet, you're gonna need it as you dump the contents of your filed treasure into the office waste basket. Mmmmm mmmm!
And by now, we're all familiar with Cash 4 Gold. Just enclose your golden bounty in the envelope labeled "Steal Me!" and we'll wire you its worth as soon as we receive the goods. We promise. First thing! Just ask Mildred who had no idea her gold jewelry was worth so much. Thank you, Cash 4 Gold.
All kidding aside, some of these things look pretty good at 4am. I've come close to being suckered into any and all steam-cleaning gadgets, a knife set, a handful of cleaning products... and that Obama plate. Have you seen the man sitting at his desk when he looks of at Barry in admiration? He looks so... inspired. I want to feel that too. To see what I'm talking about, fast-forward to 0:15 of this clip:
Pure inspiration.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
11.25.08
1. I don't understand why the news loves to show pictures of turkey farms on a daily basis, beginning 2 weeks before Thanksgiving.
2. I get irrationally angry when I see infomercials for the Snuggie Blanket. WHO would buy this crap???
3. The Salvation Army is now accepting credit card donations AT the kettle. My, how times have changed. Speaking of change, isn't that what's supposed to go into the kettles instead of receipts for an 89 cent donation?
4. I have a very important meeting at work today. Very important. I cannot miss it, despite my doctor's orders to stay home and spend at least 3 hours at a time on my left side, 3 times per day. Because this meeting might involve wrapping paper and diapers and baby wipes. Not that I would know this because it's not like someone spilled the beans or anything:) And I didn't, personally, unknowingly (at the time), and gullably organize this meeting myself. No sir.
5. I am very excited for David and Lisa to arrive tomorrow night:) I told my doctor the husbands were cooking (she had me in a very vulnerable position when she posed the question "So who is doing all this cooking if you're not going out to dinner?" Considering she was touching my child's head at that very moment, I told her exactly what she wanted to hear, smiled and spit polished my halo.) But I think Lisa and I both agree that this plan might be the best way to go anyway!
2. I get irrationally angry when I see infomercials for the Snuggie Blanket. WHO would buy this crap???
3. The Salvation Army is now accepting credit card donations AT the kettle. My, how times have changed. Speaking of change, isn't that what's supposed to go into the kettles instead of receipts for an 89 cent donation?
4. I have a very important meeting at work today. Very important. I cannot miss it, despite my doctor's orders to stay home and spend at least 3 hours at a time on my left side, 3 times per day. Because this meeting might involve wrapping paper and diapers and baby wipes. Not that I would know this because it's not like someone spilled the beans or anything:) And I didn't, personally, unknowingly (at the time), and gullably organize this meeting myself. No sir.
5. I am very excited for David and Lisa to arrive tomorrow night:) I told my doctor the husbands were cooking (she had me in a very vulnerable position when she posed the question "So who is doing all this cooking if you're not going out to dinner?" Considering she was touching my child's head at that very moment, I told her exactly what she wanted to hear, smiled and spit polished my halo.) But I think Lisa and I both agree that this plan might be the best way to go anyway!
Monday, November 24, 2008
11.24.08 part 2
Appointment Update:
Things are beginning to get interesting 'round here!
So the nurse takes my BP and asks if it's been going up lately. It hasn't, but she left the room to get the Dr. who just wanted me to lay on my side for a few minutes. When she retook it, it was down to a better rate (not sure what it was, but the first one was 142/118, jeez!)
We discussed Pre-eclampsia and if I have any headaches, I'm go to to L&D, 'nuf said. With all the swelling at a 5lb weight difference between Sat and Sun (although urine protein is fine and no headaches as of yet), we're playing it safe at this point.
Still 2cm, 60% effaced. Baby's hb good.
Went ahead with the GBS test since I may not be pg anymore at 36 weeks when she usually does it. My SIL was right, it was't lovely, but it wasn't awful. And nothing got stuck up anyone's backside:)
My doctor FINALLY said "I think you're going to have this baby early." Well, welcome to the club, lady! I'm glad we can finally agree on something! The goal is to get to 35 weeks, which according to her is 10 more days (I go by Mondays, she goes by Thursdays).
She also agreed that another u/s would be good to get another weight measurement.
All in all it was a good appt. More eventful than usual, but I'm glad she's taking me more seriously. I was beginning to get frustrated with her laid-back approach to everything. I just can't believe how close we *could* be. Then again, I could be sitting here at 41 weeks twiddling my thumbs:) But it's hard to imagine at this point.
Things are beginning to get interesting 'round here!
So the nurse takes my BP and asks if it's been going up lately. It hasn't, but she left the room to get the Dr. who just wanted me to lay on my side for a few minutes. When she retook it, it was down to a better rate (not sure what it was, but the first one was 142/118, jeez!)
We discussed Pre-eclampsia and if I have any headaches, I'm go to to L&D, 'nuf said. With all the swelling at a 5lb weight difference between Sat and Sun (although urine protein is fine and no headaches as of yet), we're playing it safe at this point.
Still 2cm, 60% effaced. Baby's hb good.
Went ahead with the GBS test since I may not be pg anymore at 36 weeks when she usually does it. My SIL was right, it was't lovely, but it wasn't awful. And nothing got stuck up anyone's backside:)
My doctor FINALLY said "I think you're going to have this baby early." Well, welcome to the club, lady! I'm glad we can finally agree on something! The goal is to get to 35 weeks, which according to her is 10 more days (I go by Mondays, she goes by Thursdays).
She also agreed that another u/s would be good to get another weight measurement.
All in all it was a good appt. More eventful than usual, but I'm glad she's taking me more seriously. I was beginning to get frustrated with her laid-back approach to everything. I just can't believe how close we *could* be. Then again, I could be sitting here at 41 weeks twiddling my thumbs:) But it's hard to imagine at this point.
11.24.08
I tried to pick a handful of my favorite photos from our maternity session with our friend, Lori, but I couldn't narrow it down very well. I just love the emotion behind each picture. Maybe it's because Lori and her husband have been with us through the best and worst of our journey. When I told Lori that we had lost our first pregnancy, she broke into tears and prayed with me in my classroom this past February. She and her husband (and their 3 wonderful children!) have such amazing hearts and I loved that she was able to capture our pain, our glory, our sadness and our pure bliss in these photos. I hope you enjoy them:) If you'd like to see more, go to lorithompsonportraits.com, Client Proofing, Katie. Turn your speakers on for a pretty piano background.
And the ice cream shots!
And the ice cream shots!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
11.23.08 part 2
A few weeks ago I attended a training for American Christian Schools Int'l and learned some really motivating and inspiring tidbits. The presenter told us to search YouTube for a video of an infant boy playing with wrapping paper and giggling with sheer delight. I just did a search and it turns out lots of babies get a kick out of playing with wrapping paper. I don't know that I ever found the one she was talking about, but I did find this one and found myself crying after a few laughs. Watch the video and then I'll tell you why at the end.
Did you notice the pure, fully engaged love that mother has for her little boy? She couldn't care any less about the gift she just unwrapped-- she is so moved and delighted by the sound of her baby's laughter that she could go on all day. How powerful it must be to reach that point in your life when the sound of your child's happiness outweighs any beautifully wrapped, probably carefully selected, and possibly long-saved-for gift that poor ol' dad spent hours pining over. Yet even Dad laughs with delight from behind the camera. Because that's what parents do. I simply cannot wait:) (No, I can wait. I am willing to wait exactly 2 weeks. But after that I can't wait!!)
Did you notice the pure, fully engaged love that mother has for her little boy? She couldn't care any less about the gift she just unwrapped-- she is so moved and delighted by the sound of her baby's laughter that she could go on all day. How powerful it must be to reach that point in your life when the sound of your child's happiness outweighs any beautifully wrapped, probably carefully selected, and possibly long-saved-for gift that poor ol' dad spent hours pining over. Yet even Dad laughs with delight from behind the camera. Because that's what parents do. I simply cannot wait:) (No, I can wait. I am willing to wait exactly 2 weeks. But after that I can't wait!!)
11.23.08
As I sit here, secluding myself from "family time" with the in-laws while my mother-in-law starts cooking meals #4, 5, and 6 for us to freeze, I feel like such a brat. I am so thankful for all the hard work she's put into preparing all these meals and for the nice dinner she made for us last night, but I need them to leave. Now. Here is why.
I am feeling a huge need to be alone with my husband. As the days tick by and this baby pushes further and further down (I am not kidding you, I fear that my water will break every time I get out of a chair or roll out of bed-- and by roll, I mean ROLL), it's becoming quite clear that the end is in sight. Mark my word, she will be here within the next 2 weeks, if not very, very soon. And that will be the end of just "us".
Matt and I have been married for a little over 4 years and they have been the best 4 years of my life. We have so much fun together and find ourselves saying at least a few times a year (and usually after a family member or friend has royally irked us) that at least we have each other-- and we really mean it! If there was only one person I could have by my side, sharing life with, I would want no one else! He makes me that happy and I love making him happy.
Soon we will no longer have Saturday mornings lying in bed with the dog, we'll no longer be able to throw together an impromptu weekend trip at the last second, to name a couple of the little changes that are about to happen. Am I excited for this chapter in our lives? You bet! Did I pray and beg endlessly for this chance? Asolutely. Would I change anything? No way.
But I am realizing that "our" time is quickly coming to an end. After being away from each other last week and fearing that each day could quite possibly be the last we have as a family of 2 (ok, 3. I can't deny Midas.) I want-- no I need- some alone time.
I wish my in-laws were the type that would realize this on their own, but I know better. And there is no kind way to put it, so I just have to be patient and hope they leave at a decent time.
(And Lisa, I know you're probably thinking I'm going to feel this way when you and David come this week and I promise you it will be totally different. That could quite possibly be our very last couples "weekend" (even though its the middle of the week!) EVER and I plan to fully take advantage of that time! We can't wait for you guys to get here.)
I am feeling a huge need to be alone with my husband. As the days tick by and this baby pushes further and further down (I am not kidding you, I fear that my water will break every time I get out of a chair or roll out of bed-- and by roll, I mean ROLL), it's becoming quite clear that the end is in sight. Mark my word, she will be here within the next 2 weeks, if not very, very soon. And that will be the end of just "us".
Matt and I have been married for a little over 4 years and they have been the best 4 years of my life. We have so much fun together and find ourselves saying at least a few times a year (and usually after a family member or friend has royally irked us) that at least we have each other-- and we really mean it! If there was only one person I could have by my side, sharing life with, I would want no one else! He makes me that happy and I love making him happy.
Soon we will no longer have Saturday mornings lying in bed with the dog, we'll no longer be able to throw together an impromptu weekend trip at the last second, to name a couple of the little changes that are about to happen. Am I excited for this chapter in our lives? You bet! Did I pray and beg endlessly for this chance? Asolutely. Would I change anything? No way.
But I am realizing that "our" time is quickly coming to an end. After being away from each other last week and fearing that each day could quite possibly be the last we have as a family of 2 (ok, 3. I can't deny Midas.) I want-- no I need- some alone time.
I wish my in-laws were the type that would realize this on their own, but I know better. And there is no kind way to put it, so I just have to be patient and hope they leave at a decent time.
(And Lisa, I know you're probably thinking I'm going to feel this way when you and David come this week and I promise you it will be totally different. That could quite possibly be our very last couples "weekend" (even though its the middle of the week!) EVER and I plan to fully take advantage of that time! We can't wait for you guys to get here.)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
11.22.08
My Gma sent me this:)
PREGNANT TURKEY STORY
One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my
sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing
how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to
play a trick. She told my sister that she needed
something from the store.
When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of
the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen,
and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the
turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the
turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the
stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something,
she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on her face, my mother
exclaimed, 'Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant
bird!' At the reality of this horrifying news,
my sister started to cry.
It took the family two hours to convince her that
turkeys lay eggs!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
PREGNANT TURKEY STORY
One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my
sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing
how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to
play a trick. She told my sister that she needed
something from the store.
When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of
the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen,
and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the
turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the
turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the
stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something,
she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on her face, my mother
exclaimed, 'Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant
bird!' At the reality of this horrifying news,
my sister started to cry.
It took the family two hours to convince her that
turkeys lay eggs!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Friday, November 21, 2008
11.21.08
I really do wonder how many of my little one's "characteristics" will still hold true once she is born. Clearly, she's headstrong (literally) and maybe even determined, although she does have gravity playing a large role in her latest stunts, so I'll cut her a small break.
But I wonder about little things like in the mornings lately she'll start hiccupping around 5:45/6:00 and will not stop until I get a little something in my stomach. Most mornings I try to sleep through it, but I'm learning that 20 minutes will easily pass by and to her, hiccupping ain't no thang. She could go on forever, so I might as well get up and "feed" her. Is this a hint of what to expect in the coming weeks?
Also, when I lay on my back (yes, I lay on my back-- it's more like a pit stop en route to rolling over from side to side, as this takes A LOT of effort and sometimes I need a little break... that lasts 20 minutes) many times she'll start to wiggle and make it known that she is not comfortable. Once I roll to my side, she's happy again. Since her bottom is under my left rib and her feet are under my right rib, that means she's on her right side when I lay on my back. Perhaps she is not a right (or any) side sleeper?! Then again, maybe she just can't breathe. Either way, she lets me know.
She still gives Dad one nice kick each night, although her kicks have become more like sticking her bottom out and holding it for 10 seconds, rolling her shoulder or tickling my ribs with her toes. But she knows her Daddy's hand and will connect with him 99% of the time. It is amazing to me. Will she be a Daddy's girl?
Remember this photo from a couple weeks ago?
No, I don't lay around with my belly hanging out most days, but Midas does rest his head on my belly several times a day, especially now that I'm home. I wonder if they are at all aware of each other and if they'll sense a familiarity once the baby is here. I never feel any movement when his head is there, but maybe she feels calm when he's around. Which reminds me of when Midas' puppy training teacher told me he was the best dog in the class and should be trained as a therapy dog... and then he promptly went home and destroyed the living room of our apartment. That little angel:)
Who will you be, Little Beansie? I'm so excited to meet you!
But I wonder about little things like in the mornings lately she'll start hiccupping around 5:45/6:00 and will not stop until I get a little something in my stomach. Most mornings I try to sleep through it, but I'm learning that 20 minutes will easily pass by and to her, hiccupping ain't no thang. She could go on forever, so I might as well get up and "feed" her. Is this a hint of what to expect in the coming weeks?
Also, when I lay on my back (yes, I lay on my back-- it's more like a pit stop en route to rolling over from side to side, as this takes A LOT of effort and sometimes I need a little break... that lasts 20 minutes) many times she'll start to wiggle and make it known that she is not comfortable. Once I roll to my side, she's happy again. Since her bottom is under my left rib and her feet are under my right rib, that means she's on her right side when I lay on my back. Perhaps she is not a right (or any) side sleeper?! Then again, maybe she just can't breathe. Either way, she lets me know.
She still gives Dad one nice kick each night, although her kicks have become more like sticking her bottom out and holding it for 10 seconds, rolling her shoulder or tickling my ribs with her toes. But she knows her Daddy's hand and will connect with him 99% of the time. It is amazing to me. Will she be a Daddy's girl?
Remember this photo from a couple weeks ago?
No, I don't lay around with my belly hanging out most days, but Midas does rest his head on my belly several times a day, especially now that I'm home. I wonder if they are at all aware of each other and if they'll sense a familiarity once the baby is here. I never feel any movement when his head is there, but maybe she feels calm when he's around. Which reminds me of when Midas' puppy training teacher told me he was the best dog in the class and should be trained as a therapy dog... and then he promptly went home and destroyed the living room of our apartment. That little angel:)
Who will you be, Little Beansie? I'm so excited to meet you!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
11.20.08 part 2
First, to answer 2 questions...
Trisha, I haven't decided how I'm working my time off. I may just take it unpaid since it will only amount to about 2.5 weeks, assuming I go back at 36 weeks. Thankfully I have some days off for Thanksgiving, so I have that on my side. I'm just not ready to give up that extra time with Beansie once she's here! And I want to save my vacation time for a trip to the Outer Banks this summer-- if I can't go for Thanksgiving, I'm taking my baby and going this summer, darnit!
Katie, the whole unit is from Lowe's, made by Sauder House (or Home?). You can mix and match all the available parts. It was very easy to assemble... well, OK I only did the drawer and Matt did everything else, but it LOOKED easy!!
*****
I had to get the nursery cleaned up for Matt's parents (it's also our guest room) so I thought I'd take pictures now that it's neat and tidy for the first time ever! I hope LB likes her room!!
Trisha, I haven't decided how I'm working my time off. I may just take it unpaid since it will only amount to about 2.5 weeks, assuming I go back at 36 weeks. Thankfully I have some days off for Thanksgiving, so I have that on my side. I'm just not ready to give up that extra time with Beansie once she's here! And I want to save my vacation time for a trip to the Outer Banks this summer-- if I can't go for Thanksgiving, I'm taking my baby and going this summer, darnit!
Katie, the whole unit is from Lowe's, made by Sauder House (or Home?). You can mix and match all the available parts. It was very easy to assemble... well, OK I only did the drawer and Matt did everything else, but it LOOKED easy!!
*****
I had to get the nursery cleaned up for Matt's parents (it's also our guest room) so I thought I'd take pictures now that it's neat and tidy for the first time ever! I hope LB likes her room!!
11.20.08
My sweetie is home!!!!!! Nevermind that I won't really see him again until tomorrow around 4-- post in-law arrival-- I'm just so relieved he's back and accesible:)
When he got home last night, he barely took two breaths before he was hard at work in LB's closet, getting the organization system installed. It looks fantastic!!
She now has an organized walk-in closet, a basket of dolls and a drawer full of shoes. What more could a girl want?
I would like to hang a growth chart on one of the closet walls, but have a little time to find the right one! Unless this little girl comes out 3 feet tall, which would explain her shenanegans as of late. Hmmm... perhaps I don't have as much time as I thought...
When he got home last night, he barely took two breaths before he was hard at work in LB's closet, getting the organization system installed. It looks fantastic!!
She now has an organized walk-in closet, a basket of dolls and a drawer full of shoes. What more could a girl want?
I would like to hang a growth chart on one of the closet walls, but have a little time to find the right one! Unless this little girl comes out 3 feet tall, which would explain her shenanegans as of late. Hmmm... perhaps I don't have as much time as I thought...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
11.19.08
I have been catching up on reading pregnancy books and childbirth books this morning. I was still on month 6 and learning about linea negra, which turned out to be fitting considering THIS showed up within the last week.
It started at the top, about an inch long, and then became about 2 inches... and within a day or so it developed into the big mamba jamba. It's still light, but I don't count on it staying that way for long!
I also had a stressful conversation with my mother in law, who will be arriving Friday morning now, instead of afternoon. For once I actually suggested something when she asked if there was anything she could do to help while they are here, and I think she got so excited that she insisted they get here early in the day so she could take care of it pronto! I can't really argue since she is offering a helping hand, so I just have to bite the bullet and tough it out until Matt gets home from work.
I've been waiting for 11:00 to get here so I could check the mail for my new movies! "Made of Honor" and "This Christmas" are on this afternoon's agenda:) "The Final Season" is coming tomorrow (saving it for inlaw purposes) and if I get todays two back in the mail tomorrow I might have 2 new ones to entertain them with.
It started at the top, about an inch long, and then became about 2 inches... and within a day or so it developed into the big mamba jamba. It's still light, but I don't count on it staying that way for long!
I also had a stressful conversation with my mother in law, who will be arriving Friday morning now, instead of afternoon. For once I actually suggested something when she asked if there was anything she could do to help while they are here, and I think she got so excited that she insisted they get here early in the day so she could take care of it pronto! I can't really argue since she is offering a helping hand, so I just have to bite the bullet and tough it out until Matt gets home from work.
I've been waiting for 11:00 to get here so I could check the mail for my new movies! "Made of Honor" and "This Christmas" are on this afternoon's agenda:) "The Final Season" is coming tomorrow (saving it for inlaw purposes) and if I get todays two back in the mail tomorrow I might have 2 new ones to entertain them with.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
11.18.08
And that's a wrap!
No Outer Banks, no more work until 36 weeks. Thankfully this is a modified bedrest, so I do not have to chain myself to the bed 23 hours a day.
Still 2cm dilated, but now 60% effaced.
Netflix and I are becoming good friends, especially the Instant Movies I can watch online.
Lisa and HH (Hot Hubby, David) are giving us MUCH to be thankful for this year as they will be driving here to spend Thanksgiving with us. Lisa and I are playing Betty and Half-Betty Crocker. So like, Betty and a half:)
I really miss Matt. I'm so ready for him to come home. This house is just too quiet without him... especially 24 hours a day!
I never went grocery shopping last weekend, so we're quickly running out of meal-worthy foods. I had 2 Toaster Strudels and an orange for dinner.
My dog is getting frustrated with me. To him, if I'm home then surely I must want to play! All day! Instead, I keep stuffing him with dog treats and raw hides to keep him occupied.
No Outer Banks, no more work until 36 weeks. Thankfully this is a modified bedrest, so I do not have to chain myself to the bed 23 hours a day.
Still 2cm dilated, but now 60% effaced.
Netflix and I are becoming good friends, especially the Instant Movies I can watch online.
Lisa and HH (Hot Hubby, David) are giving us MUCH to be thankful for this year as they will be driving here to spend Thanksgiving with us. Lisa and I are playing Betty and Half-Betty Crocker. So like, Betty and a half:)
I really miss Matt. I'm so ready for him to come home. This house is just too quiet without him... especially 24 hours a day!
I never went grocery shopping last weekend, so we're quickly running out of meal-worthy foods. I had 2 Toaster Strudels and an orange for dinner.
My dog is getting frustrated with me. To him, if I'm home then surely I must want to play! All day! Instead, I keep stuffing him with dog treats and raw hides to keep him occupied.
11.18.08
I've been torn as to what we should do for Thanksgiving this year. My family goes to the Outer Banks for Thanksgiving most years, but since getting married (almost 4.5 years ago, wow!) Matt and I alternate holidays, so we go to the beach every other year. I was thrilled when I found out we were pregnant the first time and would have a little one to take with us this year, and obviously heartbroken when that excitement ended. When I found out we were pregnant again and due in January, I thanked God for providing for us and making the holidays a little easier, knowing that we had another little blessing on the way.
My motto this pregnancy has been "Make no plans" because I'm not in charge and any plans I make could easily be setting me up for disappointment. My only plan was to work up until the big day, and obviously that may not happen! I have no birth plan like many women, I have a desire to breastfeed, but I will not hold myself to it if it does not seem to be working after calling in all the right reinforcements, I have no plans at all, really. I don't want to be stressed out or disappointed.
But I really wanted to go to the Outer Banks this year. It's part of the reason I've held off on bedrest, it's part of the reason I haven't ordered my secret santa gift for the family gift exchange (I didn't know where to have it sent-- to me or to someone who is definitely going?) and it's part of the reason I haven't been able to just let it go.
But two things happened yesterday that have made me feel OK about not going, if my doctor puts the kabutz on it this morning. First, my wonderful friend, Lisa (and her hot hubby, although he probably doesn't know he offerred himself up) offerred to get together on Thanksgiving so we wouldn't be alone (and in turn, they won't be alone either, which makes me want to cry).
Second, I talked to my mom last night and learned that some of my family members are acting ridiculous and are on the verge of spoiling a happy family time that we only get once (sometimes not even) a year. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's immaturity among adults, especially family members--sisters-- who are blessed to have each other in the first place, but are too focused on their own shortcomings that they can't see past the hurt. I know this is common in a lot of families, and women are emotional beings-- I see it in Matt's aunts too (and there are 4 of them, whoo!), but it's hard to sit back and watch everyone else's holiday be tarnished over whininess. And it's hard to not butt in and give 'em all a good wake up call on how great they have it.
The point of my ramblings is that, once again, God has provided. I feel perfectly fine with whatever decision my doctor makes for me. If I can't go, then there's darn good reason-- my baby is #1, not some 11 hour drive through the mountains and rural North Carolina only to sit through tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. We have friends here who are like family and if anything should happen and we need to get to the hospital, we're here. And God has given me a perfect peace about it. I've started to pray about this several times, but have cut myself off each time because I've felt like it's ridiculous to pray for God's will being made clear over something as silly as a vacation. But I should've trusted my heart because it's perfectly clear to me now that nothing is too trivial for prayer.
My motto this pregnancy has been "Make no plans" because I'm not in charge and any plans I make could easily be setting me up for disappointment. My only plan was to work up until the big day, and obviously that may not happen! I have no birth plan like many women, I have a desire to breastfeed, but I will not hold myself to it if it does not seem to be working after calling in all the right reinforcements, I have no plans at all, really. I don't want to be stressed out or disappointed.
But I really wanted to go to the Outer Banks this year. It's part of the reason I've held off on bedrest, it's part of the reason I haven't ordered my secret santa gift for the family gift exchange (I didn't know where to have it sent-- to me or to someone who is definitely going?) and it's part of the reason I haven't been able to just let it go.
But two things happened yesterday that have made me feel OK about not going, if my doctor puts the kabutz on it this morning. First, my wonderful friend, Lisa (and her hot hubby, although he probably doesn't know he offerred himself up) offerred to get together on Thanksgiving so we wouldn't be alone (and in turn, they won't be alone either, which makes me want to cry).
Second, I talked to my mom last night and learned that some of my family members are acting ridiculous and are on the verge of spoiling a happy family time that we only get once (sometimes not even) a year. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's immaturity among adults, especially family members--sisters-- who are blessed to have each other in the first place, but are too focused on their own shortcomings that they can't see past the hurt. I know this is common in a lot of families, and women are emotional beings-- I see it in Matt's aunts too (and there are 4 of them, whoo!), but it's hard to sit back and watch everyone else's holiday be tarnished over whininess. And it's hard to not butt in and give 'em all a good wake up call on how great they have it.
The point of my ramblings is that, once again, God has provided. I feel perfectly fine with whatever decision my doctor makes for me. If I can't go, then there's darn good reason-- my baby is #1, not some 11 hour drive through the mountains and rural North Carolina only to sit through tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. We have friends here who are like family and if anything should happen and we need to get to the hospital, we're here. And God has given me a perfect peace about it. I've started to pray about this several times, but have cut myself off each time because I've felt like it's ridiculous to pray for God's will being made clear over something as silly as a vacation. But I should've trusted my heart because it's perfectly clear to me now that nothing is too trivial for prayer.
Monday, November 17, 2008
11.17.08
One more week down! Matt is away at another conference for a few days, so I was left to taking my own picture in a dirty bathroom mirror. Guess who doesn't plan on doing anything about the dirty mirror?
That would be the 33 week me!
I don't know how many times a baby actually "drops" but I think it must be somewhere close to 6 because I swear she has dropped once again. My belly no longer is a bump, but more of a downward sloping lump. A big lump, but not so much a bump:) The basketball coach at school actually called out to me at the drinking fountain today, "So there's the missing basketball!" Hey, a basketball is better than a beach ball. Or a yoga ball!
I have my follow-up appointment at 9:00 tomorrow and plan on working a half day both tomorrow and Wednesday. With Matt being gone and not having a car to come home at a moment's notice, I don't want to take any chances. I am really looking forward to a couple of light days.
And even though I hate when Matt is away, I at least have all this pretty snow to keep me excited! When he woke me up to kiss me goodbye this morning, he pulled the curtain back in our room and whispered, "Look". Here is what I saw (only it was a little darker at 5:45am)
That would be the 33 week me!
I don't know how many times a baby actually "drops" but I think it must be somewhere close to 6 because I swear she has dropped once again. My belly no longer is a bump, but more of a downward sloping lump. A big lump, but not so much a bump:) The basketball coach at school actually called out to me at the drinking fountain today, "So there's the missing basketball!" Hey, a basketball is better than a beach ball. Or a yoga ball!
I have my follow-up appointment at 9:00 tomorrow and plan on working a half day both tomorrow and Wednesday. With Matt being gone and not having a car to come home at a moment's notice, I don't want to take any chances. I am really looking forward to a couple of light days.
And even though I hate when Matt is away, I at least have all this pretty snow to keep me excited! When he woke me up to kiss me goodbye this morning, he pulled the curtain back in our room and whispered, "Look". Here is what I saw (only it was a little darker at 5:45am)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
11.15.08
Project Prepare for Baby has been successful so far! Mom has been a huge help sorting, washing, folding and putting away laundry. She's been a great cook, movie watching partner and shopper too! I am so thankful to have her and as sad as it may sound, it's hard to push out of my mind sometimes that one day she won't be here to make new memories with. I want to remember everything, just in case.
Since Mom hates having her picture taken, enjoy this little gem! There is simply nothing sweeter than a 6'3" man with big, strong hands (I love Matt's hands!) folding baby clothes:)
Since Mom hates having her picture taken, enjoy this little gem! There is simply nothing sweeter than a 6'3" man with big, strong hands (I love Matt's hands!) folding baby clothes:)
Thursday, November 13, 2008
11.13.08
I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday-- I'll have 2 days to put my feet up and relax, guilt free. And my Momma is coming for the weekend:) In light of this week's events, we have a few things to get taken care of just in case LB either A) makes an early appearance or B) requires Mom to lay flat on her back several hours a day, making to-do lists a thing of the past.
This weekend's To-Do list:
Wash baby clothes. And there are a lot of them! (OK, I'll really be folding from the comfort of the couch.)
Wash all bedding. (Again, folding.)
Watch and take annoying pictures of Matt installing carseat. (I'm going to be driving around with a carseat in my car soon!)
Watch Sex and the City and Charlotte's Web (I may have the most bizarre Netflix queue ever.)
Watch Matt shampoo our carpet. (So I can point out all the missed spots like a nagging old pregnant ball and chain)
Finish packing hospital bag now that I actually have the necessary ingredients. (I tried yesterday and came up empty handed after chapstick, socks and calming CDs.)
Attempt church if I can manage without nearly passing out again. Seriously, turn the heat down, it's only November. (And I'm pregnant.)
Hopefully I'll still be with child by the end of all my observing, nagging and delegating:) It's a tough job!
This weekend's To-Do list:
Wash baby clothes. And there are a lot of them! (OK, I'll really be folding from the comfort of the couch.)
Wash all bedding. (Again, folding.)
Watch and take annoying pictures of Matt installing carseat. (I'm going to be driving around with a carseat in my car soon!)
Watch Sex and the City and Charlotte's Web (I may have the most bizarre Netflix queue ever.)
Watch Matt shampoo our carpet. (So I can point out all the missed spots like a nagging old pregnant ball and chain)
Finish packing hospital bag now that I actually have the necessary ingredients. (I tried yesterday and came up empty handed after chapstick, socks and calming CDs.)
Attempt church if I can manage without nearly passing out again. Seriously, turn the heat down, it's only November. (And I'm pregnant.)
Hopefully I'll still be with child by the end of all my observing, nagging and delegating:) It's a tough job!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
update
If you're a nestie, you've probably already read this... sorry for the unoriginality!
All is good. Had just a few little ctrx, not enough to bother with more Terb. The nurse checked me again and I'm a full 2cm, but she didn't sound like it was anything more to be concerned about than the 1-2 cm on Monday. (Meaning it doesn't appear that I'm "progressing" or anything). Everything else was the same as Monday.
I spoke to a different nurse at the end and asked her what would happen if I would go into actual labor and she said that if it's before 35 weeks and there's time to get me to Children's Hospital (about 45 mins away) that's where I'll go to deliver, otherwise I'll have to deliver here and they'll take the baby to Childrens... or worse, if there are no beds available thee, they'll have to call other Columbus hospitals. Not that there's anything wrong with the others, but it is a little unsettling imagining them trying to find a "spot" for my potentially sick baby any old place that has room. I can't imagine having to be separated, regardless. But she did tell me she didn't think I would make it to Jan. 5th bc they don't see too many 32 weekers at 2 cm. I guess I expected that.
Right now I'm just waiting to hear from my doctor (whose office of course closes at noon on Wednesdays) about whether I'm supposed to keep working this week, take off until 35 weeks or just keep at it until something more happens. I'll do whatever she wants me to do.
All is good. Had just a few little ctrx, not enough to bother with more Terb. The nurse checked me again and I'm a full 2cm, but she didn't sound like it was anything more to be concerned about than the 1-2 cm on Monday. (Meaning it doesn't appear that I'm "progressing" or anything). Everything else was the same as Monday.
I spoke to a different nurse at the end and asked her what would happen if I would go into actual labor and she said that if it's before 35 weeks and there's time to get me to Children's Hospital (about 45 mins away) that's where I'll go to deliver, otherwise I'll have to deliver here and they'll take the baby to Childrens... or worse, if there are no beds available thee, they'll have to call other Columbus hospitals. Not that there's anything wrong with the others, but it is a little unsettling imagining them trying to find a "spot" for my potentially sick baby any old place that has room. I can't imagine having to be separated, regardless. But she did tell me she didn't think I would make it to Jan. 5th bc they don't see too many 32 weekers at 2 cm. I guess I expected that.
Right now I'm just waiting to hear from my doctor (whose office of course closes at noon on Wednesdays) about whether I'm supposed to keep working this week, take off until 35 weeks or just keep at it until something more happens. I'll do whatever she wants me to do.
11.12.08
Wow, this could be a long 8 weeks if my uterus continues to play games with my heart. I stayed home today at the last minute becuase I can't tell contractions from baby movements when I'm sitting up or moving around. Considering I didn't even know I was having them at the hospital, I worry that I won't be able to recognize them next time. At least if I'm laying down I am in the same position as when I was told "you're having one now"... I think I'll be able to recognize that tightening and pressure.
In fact, I did recognize it at 9:25, 9:35 and 10:05. Then it stopped... and now I have no idea if I'm feeling it again. Honestly, I should just go back to L&D. As I sit here typing this I am feeling it on both my upper right and upper left-- that can't BOTH be baby at the same time, can it?
I really hate this. Please stay put baby. I'm going to put on some pretty unmentionables and head to the hospital.
What, you think I don't care about which underwear these nurses have to pull down and yank back up for me while hooked up to needles and monitors?! They might as well be cute ones!
In fact, I did recognize it at 9:25, 9:35 and 10:05. Then it stopped... and now I have no idea if I'm feeling it again. Honestly, I should just go back to L&D. As I sit here typing this I am feeling it on both my upper right and upper left-- that can't BOTH be baby at the same time, can it?
I really hate this. Please stay put baby. I'm going to put on some pretty unmentionables and head to the hospital.
What, you think I don't care about which underwear these nurses have to pull down and yank back up for me while hooked up to needles and monitors?! They might as well be cute ones!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
11.11.08
Still a little shocked by yesterday, but feeling optimistic that we can at the very least get another week... and then another week... and go week to week, day by day. It probably won't be long until I'm 41 weeks and begging to be induced. My luck right there:)
Just when even I was getting bored with belly shots, I feel like I have to keep doing them because each of these could be the very last and I'm so very much going to want that one last shot of baby-in-the-bellyhood.
So here she is, 32 weeks:)
My amazing friend, Molly, snapped some really fun maternity/family photographs of Matt, Midas and me as well as some baby shower pics. Check them out at her website! I would upload them right into my blog, but she got all protective on the internets and blocked that shiz.
Just when even I was getting bored with belly shots, I feel like I have to keep doing them because each of these could be the very last and I'm so very much going to want that one last shot of baby-in-the-bellyhood.
So here she is, 32 weeks:)
My amazing friend, Molly, snapped some really fun maternity/family photographs of Matt, Midas and me as well as some baby shower pics. Check them out at her website! I would upload them right into my blog, but she got all protective on the internets and blocked that shiz.
Monday, November 10, 2008
11.10.08
Happy Almost Birthday, Little Beansies!
No, really. You were almost born today.
Long story short, I thought I had a UTI or was constipated or had a kidney stone or SOMEthing and ended up in Labor & Delivery 1-2 cm dialated, contractions 6-8 mins apart with a thinned cervix.
Now, tell me a mother's intuition doesn't mean a thing. I knew I dropped last week and all weekend I told my mom "I just know something is happening." I told Matt "she's coming early". I wasn't exactly expecting THIS early, but thankfully God, my doctor and the same 2 nurses who taught our childbirth class took LB and me into their hands and controlled the situation. All is well after 2 doses of meds to stop the contractions and 4 hours of listening to LB hiccup, kick, roll, punch and flail. We even listened to my stomach growl:) Matt is amazed by this child's strength-- frankly, I am too.
Stay put a little longer, baby girl. I know your Mom and Dad are pretty awesome, but we'll still be awesome in a couple/few more weeks. In fact, we'll save up all our awesomeness from now until then and pour it on the day you're born, k?
No, really. You were almost born today.
Long story short, I thought I had a UTI or was constipated or had a kidney stone or SOMEthing and ended up in Labor & Delivery 1-2 cm dialated, contractions 6-8 mins apart with a thinned cervix.
Now, tell me a mother's intuition doesn't mean a thing. I knew I dropped last week and all weekend I told my mom "I just know something is happening." I told Matt "she's coming early". I wasn't exactly expecting THIS early, but thankfully God, my doctor and the same 2 nurses who taught our childbirth class took LB and me into their hands and controlled the situation. All is well after 2 doses of meds to stop the contractions and 4 hours of listening to LB hiccup, kick, roll, punch and flail. We even listened to my stomach growl:) Matt is amazed by this child's strength-- frankly, I am too.
Stay put a little longer, baby girl. I know your Mom and Dad are pretty awesome, but we'll still be awesome in a couple/few more weeks. In fact, we'll save up all our awesomeness from now until then and pour it on the day you're born, k?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
11.6.08
Perhaps I should clarify my hair-brained idea. I would actually like to hit a button and make my belly retract so I could sleep on my stomach... or, you know, just sleep period.
Like so...
And, yes Bryna, I am there. I want to fast-forward about 5 weeks so I can safely start wishing she would be born any day. My sausage fingers are there too.
Like so...
And, yes Bryna, I am there. I want to fast-forward about 5 weeks so I can safely start wishing she would be born any day. My sausage fingers are there too.
11.6.08
Hello, 3am. I may never sleep again.
Do you ever watch Run's House on MTV? You know how Run and Justine have that television built into the foot of their bed and when they're ready to go to sleep they just push a button and it decends into the bed frame, all safe and sound? I wish I could do that with my belly.
8.5 weeks.
Do you ever watch Run's House on MTV? You know how Run and Justine have that television built into the foot of their bed and when they're ready to go to sleep they just push a button and it decends into the bed frame, all safe and sound? I wish I could do that with my belly.
8.5 weeks.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
11.4.08
I love my job. I can honestly say I've never had a bad day since starting my new position in July. I really, truly enjoy every day.
However.
This is getting hard. With 9 weeks to go, I don't know how I'll manage. The time change makes leaving at 6pm ten times worse as it might as well be midnight. It's all I can do to keep my eyes open for the 30 minute drive home. Thankfully I have early days too, when I am finished by 3:00 and out the door. But my fearless leader is becoming notorious for switching things around on me so I end up feeling like I'm always the 6:00'er. Give it a few more weeks and I think I'll be speaking up a little more about more early days and fewer lates.
Do you guys have Hobby Lobby where you live? We have one across the street from our school and I popped over during lunchtime yesterday. It's a Christmas wonderland! Little Beansies is getting her very own tree this year-- albeit a small, white feather tree, but it's all hers:) I went a little nuts buying decorations for it. Along with ornaments, stickers, paper plates and cupcakes papers...you know, all necessities. But how excited was I when I saw the electronic countdown marking November 2nd as being just 51 days away from Christmas?!?!
My first thought was "Yeah!!! Christmas is only 51 days away!" but a split second later I realized that meant I was only about 50 days away from being done with work for 3 months. It can't come soon enough.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
11.2.08
The photo shoot was so much fun! I can't wait to see the proofs. I got to see one picture on her camera and the rest I'll have to be patient for:) It'll be a good month as she and her family are getting ready to move and it's senior picture season, but I'll post when they're ready!
In the meantime, a couple pictures from the last couple days. As usual, I look a little disgusting. I really don't look like this when I go to work, I promise!
31 weeks Eve:)
Matt stuck his beer on my belly and walked away as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Then he came back with the camera. I'll admit, I thought it was funny too.
Carving pumpkins... and since LB is a squash this month, it seemed fitting!
In the meantime, a couple pictures from the last couple days. As usual, I look a little disgusting. I really don't look like this when I go to work, I promise!
31 weeks Eve:)
Matt stuck his beer on my belly and walked away as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Then he came back with the camera. I'll admit, I thought it was funny too.
Carving pumpkins... and since LB is a squash this month, it seemed fitting!
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