Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Here's how it works....The first 5 people to respond to this post will get something made by me, especially for you.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make but I hope you will.
2- What I create will be just for you.
3-They say I have a year to get it to you.
4- You have no clue what it's going to be. It’s a surprise to both of us at this point.
The catch? You must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
What triggered this bout of sadness was a facebook post authored by a long-time friend of mine. She simply posted: "I can't believe I only have 8 weeks left!" How could that possibly trigger sadness? She and I shared an October due date. I was due the exact same day as her. So, when I read "only 8 weeks left", I am reminded of that precious baby that I would've been holding in just 8 short weeks.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up this little man in my uterus now, not the one I've felt rolling, kicking, punching. I realize that I could not give birth both that baby and this guy. But, I still miss him/her. I still wish that I didn't have to say good bye so soon.
It is getting easier, of course, to deal with the grief when it hits. Mainly BECAUSE of baby boy. But, honestly, I thought that once I got pregnant and it stuck, that I wouldn't be crying over the one's I lost. But, I've slowly come to realize that that grief never goes away. It just gets easier to deal with, and its not as constant.
And, now, for the shameless photo plug of my children- on their knees, praying.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Why I love this part:
- I don't feel like I'm going to up chuck every two seconds.
- I don't feel the need to close my eyes every time the children are engaged in an activity- just for a little rest.
- I got to see my baby via ultrasound, and watch it move all around, suck its thumb, and put its hand up by its face over and over again.
- We found out its a boy! It always is more fun for me to call the baby a "he" or "she" instead of an "it".
- Baby boy's kicks are getting stronger. I love feeling those kicks. I almost always stop what I'm doing to just relish them for a few minutes.
- The baby's kicks are getting strong enough for others to feel! Yipee! E felt him move last night, and the kids both felt a kick this morning. O's face was just unbelievable. Seriously, unbelievable! I wish I had a video of her reaction when she felt his kick. She said "momma! it just gave me a tiny kick!" She got to feel it three times, when all was said and done. If A wasn't begging for breakfast, I'm sure O would've sat there for many more minutes feeling baby boy move.
(Normally I would include things like "I'm not so uncomfortable", etc. However, I am finding that the third baby somehow makes your body think its in the third trimester a bit early. I'm not uncomfortable from my belly, per se. Its more the pelvic pain I feel when I stand or walk too long. It feels like my uterus is falling out.)
So, I am relishing these weeks of my pregnancy. I don't want them to last forever, since I do want to meet this little one. But, I'll love every movement and bump from with in until I do.
Friday, August 14, 2009
*I officially have less then 20 weeks to go before we meet this baby.
*I just bought my almost 4.5 year old a pair of 2T jeans.
*Every time I go into Gymboree, I leave wanting things. I should probably just avoid it all together.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Then I heard a voice from heaven say, "Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on." "Yes," says the Spirit, "they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them."
For God has not destined us for wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us so that whether we are awake or asleep we might live with him.
—1 Thessalonians 5:9-10
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
E and I kept seeing the "turtle" pop up while the technician was measuring the baby's legs. I said "is that what I think it is?" She said "what do you think it is?". I said "a penis." She replied "yep".
There it is. :)
Monday, August 3, 2009
I remember my parents saying, when I was growing up, that they didn't want me to be normal or average. They wanted me to be smarter, more mature, and braver than the other kids (hey, 1 out of three isn't bad. At least I was more mature than my friends. Eat that, suckers!) I find myself wanting the same sort of things for my children as well. I want them to excel, not just be middle of the road. I want them to be truly happy, not just normal kid-happy. I want them to be joyful, not complacent like the average or normal person.
However, as I find myself looking towards my anatomy ultrasound in two days, I realize I have never wanted anything to be more normal. To hear the word "normal" on Wednesday would make me joyful beyond belief.