Because I (apparently) have no shame I'm going to give you a little advice:
Don't ask your husband when Cinco De Mayo is... He will not be impressed.
{You're welcome.}
Monday, April 30, 2012
Uh....thanks?
I made the mistake of asking Carter if I looked good for 31 years old this weekend because apparently I'm a glutten for punishment.
His response?
"Well, I think it's safe to say that you look pretty good for....forty."
Right. Thankyouverymuch.
[Please disregard previous post. A girl would have never said something like that.]
His response?
"Well, I think it's safe to say that you look pretty good for....forty."
Right. Thankyouverymuch.
[Please disregard previous post. A girl would have never said something like that.]
Sunday, April 29, 2012
I dare you to say that again.
This weekend I was out and about with my boys while Natalie was spending the night at her cousin's house. We ran into a lady who looked our family up and down (sans Talie, obviously), pointed at my baby bump and said, "For your sake I sure hope that's a girl in there!"
Um. It's not.
Oh, and news flash, lady: It's none of your business. But because you're so inquisitive, I'll just let you know that I already love this little boy (whom I've never so much as actually laid eyes on) more than I could ever love a thousand little girls and I don't know why (even if we didn't already have a daughter) 3 boys would be considered a burden (or whatever was running through your mind).
Granted, I'm sure you were just saying that because girls are fun blessings that happen to be completely different from boys (remember, I have one?) but they are certainly no better than boys. I have the children that God wants me to have - and there could not (honestly) be any others that I could possibly love more than thethree four He's blessed me with.
Not to mention that my sons were standing right there listening to you say that and one of them asked me later why we wouldn't want another boy. [Break my heart.]
Anyway, I'm sure my frustration is just raging pregnancy hormones, but I'm impressed with how fast my protective Mama-Bear instincts came out... and I'm pretty sure God made us Moms that way on purpose - so next time, Ma'am, feel free to hold your tongue, mmkay? Thanks.
Um. It's not.
Oh, and news flash, lady: It's none of your business. But because you're so inquisitive, I'll just let you know that I already love this little boy (whom I've never so much as actually laid eyes on) more than I could ever love a thousand little girls and I don't know why (even if we didn't already have a daughter) 3 boys would be considered a burden (or whatever was running through your mind).
Granted, I'm sure you were just saying that because girls are fun blessings that happen to be completely different from boys (remember, I have one?) but they are certainly no better than boys. I have the children that God wants me to have - and there could not (honestly) be any others that I could possibly love more than the
Not to mention that my sons were standing right there listening to you say that and one of them asked me later why we wouldn't want another boy. [Break my heart.]
Anyway, I'm sure my frustration is just raging pregnancy hormones, but I'm impressed with how fast my protective Mama-Bear instincts came out... and I'm pretty sure God made us Moms that way on purpose - so next time, Ma'am, feel free to hold your tongue, mmkay? Thanks.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
I Cheated
On Thursday I had the ultrasound to make sure Baby Boy (whose previous name is officially up in the air, so for those of you whom might have heard it, we're back to the drawing board) is growing properly (sans blood clotting) and I'm so (SO, SO, SOOOO) happy to report that he's healthy and happy and very active.
It was a little difficult for the ultrasound tech to get good measurements because he would.not.hold.still. but she said (with a "fair amount of confidence") that he's approximately 5 pounds and is actually measuring a couple weeks ahead and is looking beautiful. Blood flow is good (no clotting - YAY!) and there looks to be plenty of fluid in there as well. I prayed a prayer of thankfulness and sighed a sigh of relief. Our son is looking perfectly healthy.
After the ultrasound tech got all the "technical" stuff out of the way, she informed me that our doctor's office just got equipped to do 3D ultrasounds and asked if I had a few minutes for her to take some pictures and practice.
Lemme think about it. YES, YESIDO.
It was amazing. Even though his little arms were crossed in front of his face, she could still get a couple of shots and it was just amazing to see the shape of his nose and the same furrow in his brow that so resembles Carter when he was born (think, "cute grumpy old man furrow"). I was so excited to see him...but then I immediately felt guilty.
I felt like I cheated.
Honestly, it felt like a groom seeing the bride for the first time on their wedding day before she walked down the isle...or skipping ahead and reading the last couple of pages of a book because you just can't stand to wait to the end to find out what happens.
Silly? Probably. But it was really odd seeing his features so clearly and yet not getting to kiss them.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't take it back. I loved seeing his sweet little face (the shape of his nose and his chubby cheeks) and knowing (seeing with my own eyes) that he's doing amazing was beyond good for this Mama's heart. I love him so much!
Five more weeks!
:: And I would share a couple of pictures, but I had forgotten to bring a CD with me, and our scanner isn't working. UGH. (And sorry!) ::
It was a little difficult for the ultrasound tech to get good measurements because he would.not.hold.still. but she said (with a "fair amount of confidence") that he's approximately 5 pounds and is actually measuring a couple weeks ahead and is looking beautiful. Blood flow is good (no clotting - YAY!) and there looks to be plenty of fluid in there as well. I prayed a prayer of thankfulness and sighed a sigh of relief. Our son is looking perfectly healthy.
After the ultrasound tech got all the "technical" stuff out of the way, she informed me that our doctor's office just got equipped to do 3D ultrasounds and asked if I had a few minutes for her to take some pictures and practice.
Lemme think about it. YES, YESIDO.
It was amazing. Even though his little arms were crossed in front of his face, she could still get a couple of shots and it was just amazing to see the shape of his nose and the same furrow in his brow that so resembles Carter when he was born (think, "cute grumpy old man furrow"). I was so excited to see him...but then I immediately felt guilty.
I felt like I cheated.
Honestly, it felt like a groom seeing the bride for the first time on their wedding day before she walked down the isle...or skipping ahead and reading the last couple of pages of a book because you just can't stand to wait to the end to find out what happens.
Silly? Probably. But it was really odd seeing his features so clearly and yet not getting to kiss them.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't take it back. I loved seeing his sweet little face (the shape of his nose and his chubby cheeks) and knowing (seeing with my own eyes) that he's doing amazing was beyond good for this Mama's heart. I love him so much!
Five more weeks!
:: And I would share a couple of pictures, but I had forgotten to bring a CD with me, and our scanner isn't working. UGH. (And sorry!) ::
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Geared Up
Today I made my favorite baby purchase as of yet (not to be confused with actually purchasing a baby) - I bought my Ergo carrier!
I had found one on Craigslist this morning that I thought might be perfect (pretty good price, no pattern/girly look lest my husband refuse to wear it, etc.) only it was an "Ergo Sport" which I wasn't sure about because it doesn't have as padded of straps (we tend to have big babies - well, you know, after the first one and all) and I didn't want the straps digging into my shoulders, and it just didn't seem to have the same amount of support and I want to feel pure bliss when I wear my carrier (this baby will be in a carrier a lot).
So anyway, after deciding not to get that one, I read reviews on Amazon and found out that the Original Ergo would probably be the best fit for both Jeff and I (and the major difference in our sizes)... and then I found one for cheaper (brand new!) than the used one on Craigslist!
:: Happy Dance! ::
I had found one on Craigslist this morning that I thought might be perfect (pretty good price, no pattern/girly look lest my husband refuse to wear it, etc.) only it was an "Ergo Sport" which I wasn't sure about because it doesn't have as padded of straps (we tend to have big babies - well, you know, after the first one and all) and I didn't want the straps digging into my shoulders, and it just didn't seem to have the same amount of support and I want to feel pure bliss when I wear my carrier (this baby will be in a carrier a lot).
So anyway, after deciding not to get that one, I read reviews on Amazon and found out that the Original Ergo would probably be the best fit for both Jeff and I (and the major difference in our sizes)... and then I found one for cheaper (brand new!) than the used one on Craigslist!
:: Happy Dance! ::
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Listening
Honestly, you guys, "life" has been getting in the way of living well and it needs to stop.
No more lists (well, no more obsessing over lists). No more freaking out and counting down the days until the baby's arrival (OMGoodness, 42). No more worrying over making sure everything is perfect (newsflash: it never will be).
Seriously, I have three amazing children that need me in the details of each passing each day. Each passing day. I just have to trust everything else will (somehow) fall into place if I invest my focus on what matters most to who matters most.
Right now it's time to enjoy the moments that come and go so quickly right before my eyes with the blessings that God has so graciously given me and take the time to just listen to them. Like, for real.
No more lists (well, no more obsessing over lists). No more freaking out and counting down the days until the baby's arrival (
Seriously, I have three amazing children that need me in the details of each passing each day. Each passing day. I just have to trust everything else will (somehow) fall into place if I invest my focus on what matters most to who matters most.
Right now it's time to enjoy the moments that come and go so quickly right before my eyes with the blessings that God has so graciously given me and take the time to just listen to them. Like, for real.
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