Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The End is Near!

I had my last appointment with the specialist today. I didn't know it would be my last one so I wasn't prepared for how I felt when I walked out of the office. I hugged a couple of the nurses as I left and said goodbye to the receptionist and as I did, a wave of emotion came over me and I had to keep from crying like a baby in front of them. What in the world?! Why was I crying?? And then I realized it wasn't tears of sadness but an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. I have come to know that office and the people there so well over the last couple of years. They even teased me today because I have it all down to a science. I always get the 1:15 appointment because it's the first one after lunch and I know I will get in right away. I wear a dress because I know they will ask me to undress from the waste down and it's easy to pull up for the ultrasound. I stop off at the restroom because it's inevitable that I'll need to go and they always ask me if I need to anyway. The sweet nurse who does the ultrasounds and I have gotten to know each other pretty well and she knows that no matter what she does or tries, Mia will ALWAYS have her hands up by her face. Always. I promise you that since week 19 when I first started going to see them, Mia always has her hands up by her face. The sweet technician has tried and tried to get a 3d picture of Mia's face for me but it never works because she is blocking it with one or both of her hands. Little stinker. As I looked up at her on the big screen with her fists up by her face, I thought "she looks like a fighter" and then I realized..she is...She's my little fighter. Not only that but she is constantly moving and squirming. They are always commenting on how much she moves. Thank you, so it's not just my imagination! I'm thinking she is fidgety like her mama and can't sit still long enough. This can be good in the instance of keeping busy and getting things done, or bad in the instance that your husband wants you to watch a movie with him and the idea of sitting still for 2 hours is pure torture. But anyway...

As I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button to go down, I cried. Yes I did. And I thanked the Lord for a sweet, healthy girl that only needs to put on a couple more pounds before we meet her. I may already have two perfect, healthy, children but I will never take for granted what it is to have a healthy baby come into this world. Honestly, new life is SO precious. A new baby is the closest thing we have to heaven. I can not wait to hold My little Glory- Mia Glory. Today was a significant marker on the path we've gone to get here and just another opportunity for me to give thanks, honor and glory to my sweet Jesus. I am so thankful....and so excited. Less than 5 weeks till we get to see her face and snuggle, snuggle, snuggle!!

And on a completely shallow note, I would like to let it be known that I have only gained 24 lbs so far. 2-4 people. This may not seem like reason to celebrate with a Shipley's donut to all of you, especially those like my grandma who like to remind me she only gained 2 lbs in her pregnancies (OK I'm exaggerating, it was more like a measly 15- whatever, same thing) but to me, the girl who gained 50 with Asher and 40 with Bella, this is mind blowing. And reason to celebrate with a Shipley's donut. Thank you very much.

I had my regular Dr. appointment with Dr. Farhart yesterday and he started talking to me about what time to get there the morning of my c-section and how we're at the end and then he started sounding like the peanuts mom to me because my mind started drifting and I was making a list in my head of what I still needed to do. He sent me into a frantic cleaning mode, God Bless my husband for loving me and cooperating with my intense need to get rid of every spec of dirt in this house and to make sure every item in this house has a place and is in that place. I walked in the door and started cleaning. Literally. I'm not exaggerating, ask him. That twitchy need to be cleaning in my every spare moment is always with me. There is always something to organize, move, redecorate or clean these days and Lord have mercy on anyone or anything that gets in the way...wait a second, have my kids had lunch today?? ;)

I'm almost done with Mia's room and I will be posting pictures soon!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Random and Sporadic = Me

Be prepared. This one is going to challenge you...cause you to think, be still, go deep.

Or none of the above. I am not feeling deep at all. In fact I am feeling happy and full. Some dear, sweet friends of ours introduced us to "The Egg and I" and from here on out I will blame them for any weight gain I have. Their gigantic waffle is quite possibly the most delicious thing I've tasted since hitting somewhere in the 2nd trimester when food became not so important or interesting and instead SLEEP seemed much more delicious than any food could.

Hello run on sentence! I'm not going back to edit today though, you get what you get because quite frankly I realized I haven't been too good at updating this and I am going to regret it after Mia gets here. So basically I'm just writing whats on my mind. It will probably be sporadic, random and full of run on sentences without proper punctuation. But that's basically me if we were to hold a real conversation in person. Just go with it. Don't be one of those people who edits while reading cause thats annoying. (I totally am one of those people).

Time. Where on earth is it going? Right out my window apparently. I keep thinking I've got all this time to take updated belly pictures and to write. And then another day goes by...another week and then a month. Ok, I'll be honest on the real reason I haven't been so good at belly pics...Why am I using the word belly? I hate that word....Anyway, are you ready? It's really good. Ok, I never feel cute enough. Good, right? No. Dumb. I know. I've been struggling a bit with how I feel and look. I've cut my hair way too many times to count during this pregnancy and it just gets shorter and shorter instead of cuter and cuter. And even though I haven't gained near as much weight as I did with Asher, I still feel like that girl who turned into a giant blueberry on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Except not blue. And with short hair.

I'll take this opportunity to do the proverbial "but it's ok because I am so blessed to be pregnant and even if I feel like Humpty Dumpty, it's all worth it for my sweet baby"....because it's true. It really is. And everyone knows how thankful and blessed I feel to be having this precious girl. But let's be real. It ain't always rainbows and sunshine and its ok to show that sometimes right? right!

It's so easy to get caught up in all of those vain insecurities, until I realize what I'm doing, bring myself out of myself (if that makes sense, it will if you are deep, like me) and start focusing on other things. Particularly other people. Amazing how moving your thoughts and perspective to others can change your entire day around. But now I'm getting deep and thought provoking and I said I wasn't going to do that in this one so lets move on.

I am in TOTAL nesting mode. As if I already didn't LIVE in nesting mode, it's now reached a whole notha level. I'm somewhat hooked on one particular blog where this mom does all kinds of crafty things and art projects with her kids, while baking up these elaborate desserts. Yeah, thats not me. But I can pretend. It's inspired me to get a little crafty. Which for me, a little is a lot. So I set out on a couple of projects for Mia's room that I'm pretty excited about and have also decided to make Bella's costume this year. Not sewing or anything, lets not get crazy...just putting some pieces together and hand making a couple of pieces as well. If you never hear me speak of these projects again, then you'll know none of it actually played out in real life like it has in my imagination and I gave up, got in my car to go to therapy (Target) and ended up buying it all instead. Which is what I usually do....and you should probably just not ask me about it. Ever.

It's a beautiful day. I'm sitting outside on our patio with my Bella girl. She loves to come out here and just sit. She puts her little hands on the chair arms, looks around, listens to the birds and says "this is nice." We've all got our allocated seating arrangements according to the princess. She's bossy. We just go with it. We can only do this when Asher is at school. Otherwise sitting still is unheard of and they'd be exploring on the forbidden side of the house, getting into dirt and things that I pretend to not know about. When it comes to boy stuff like digging in the dirt and/or eating it. I've taken on the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" rule. Keeps my blood pressure down. Which is good for Mia, right? Right. Or I'm just choosing to be ignorant because ignorance is bliss. But I'm still gong to use Mia as my reason because I can for another few weeks. Thankfully there are baths, which to me are the answer to everything. So nowadays my kids are free to get into whatever they want and then I just throw them in the bath with some bubbles and call it a good day.

I've started waddling. Notice there was no ease of transition to tie in these two unrelated paragraphs? Like I said, I'm not editing today. Back to the waddling...I realize I'm doing it and then try to stop but it doesn't happen. It's inevitable. You try walking like Ms. America with a watermelon throwing you forward. You know it's become obvious when Bella is playing mommy with her babies... puts her hand on her back while holding the baby, walks with a limp to her play crib, sticks out her tummy and says "Oh baby, I got to put you down, you too big for mommy."

All in all, I'm feeling good. I'm 32 1/2 weeks. No this is not my first, yes those two are mine, it's a girl and she'll be here in November...Oh sorry I went into my recorder mode. My brain is triggered to answer all of those questions after the first one of "How far along are you." Whoever gets me that t-shirt will be my new best friend. Or you can just follow me around and answer the questions for me. That'd be great.

Fortunately my hormones have taken an up turn in the mood department and I no longer have to force myself to show you the love of Jesus and fight to keep myself from giving you a dirty look if you get on my nerves. You need to know something about me though. The looks are not always intentional. Keep that in mind the next time you think your getting one from me. Evaluate the situation. If you didn't just steal my Famous Amos cookies then you are probably ok and I'm just thinking about something else. Like my bed and wanting to be in it.

So there it is, a small glimpse into my 8 month of pregnancy with Mia Glory. We're keeping busy, enjoying, cherishing and loving our life and waiting patiently to add her into the mix of it all. This one is a little long, but thats ok, you can read it sporadically through the next couple weeks since I probably won't update it again until then. Or maybe I will. If the temperature hits just right, my sweet cinnamon pumpkin oil is burning, I've got mommy's juice in a hot mug next to me and the kids are playing nice. It just might happen sooner.