Changes

We are getting things ready for Baby E (as he is affectionately known by his big brother) & things are almost good to go. We are still lacking the actual installation of a car seat base in either one of our cars, but that's fairly inconsequential at this point. We've put enough in that we can almost do that blindfolded.

Now we all have to do is sit back & wait. But, it shouldn't be too terribly far out from the blessed event. We found out today that I'm 3cm already. Now, while there's still 7 cm to go before we meet this little guy, this is definitely a good start!

Just have to get some good sleep & finish up the last little details........we'll be seeing our little guy before we know it!

Sicko

Know what's worse than having a horribly nasty head cold that nothing seems to remedy?


Being 35+ weeks pregnant while having a horribly nasty head cold that nothing seems to remedy.

True Love...

I think I've truly reached a new point in my life. My view on love has changed....perhaps to be more in alignment with that of a child's. But, then again, sometimes being a pregnant woman in her 3rd trimester is like being a child all over. Thankfully, Danny is catering to many of my whims. Here's some of the wonderfulness that has gone on lately.....

• Danny rubbing my hugely swollen belly with calming lotion, etc.
• Danny rubbing my back/hips whenever they hurt.
• Danny getting up with the munchkins on the weekends so I can sleep a little more.
• Danny replacing the kitchen faucet.
• Danny folding all the laundry in the house.
• Danny running to go get me a snack late at night. (Or ordering one to be delivered.)
• Danny offering to get someone to scrub the baseboards for us.
• Danny encouraging me to buy some new stuff for the baby.

Some people want hugely romantic gestures, but I'd say that rubbing my feet would equal that these days.

Inspiration

In all my interneting (is that a word?), I came across a recent source of inspiration. So many of my friends are busy mommies that I am amazed by them. However, I think I have found a clear winner....Becca Edwards! I realized that if she can consistently, thoroughly, and humorously blog while working on her dissertation AND successfully raise 2 boys under the age of 2, then I can at least be better about blogging myself.

On that note, if you don't know what's gone on in our lives since I've last posted, then that's OK. No lengthy catch-up notes here. Just jumping back in with two feet.

I'm (we're?) 32 weeks pregnant with a boy and planning on meeting him some time between the end of March and the beginning of April. Other than the fantastically hot cankles I'm growing, nothing huge to report on that end. Poor little Ava is about to have her world rocked....thank goodness she's enamored with her big brother.

More to come in the future, along with the possibility of some humor along the way!

For Lindsey

Hey Linds....'Sup!

Thought I'd throw this out for you. :) Nothing inspirational or exciting to write about, but I thought I'd try to appease you.

For everyone else, yep I'm still preggo. 30 weeks. T-minus 70 days & counting 'til my due date. Of course, we've never made it to a due date yet.....so we shall see. If I get brave, I'll eventually take a picture & maybe even post it.

Right now

You know those times when everything is wonderful in your life & you feel so lucky to be experiencing it all? This is not one of them for me. I neither can, no do I want to, pretend otherwise.

I'm in a very blah season right now & everything seems to be compounding the effect. And while I'd love to be "getting into the spirit of the season," I am just NOT in the mood for it. Nor am I in the mood for the excess of cheer (or the pretense of it) that people feel the need to shovel on to everybody else at this time of year.

I'm sick of the expectation that I should be in an incredibly upbeat mood because my life is now how the rest of the world thinks it should be. What if I was perfectly happy before some of these changes? What if I have no desire to live up to the rest of the world's expectations of what a "perfect" mom, wife, etc. should be? Am I really a bad mother or an inadequate wife if I like working the hours I do or don't enjoy cooking or playing the part of hostess? Am I less of a woman if I can't "handle" the roles society has deemed necessary?

Perhaps the only consoling things in all of this are the people that greet me at the end of the day. No matter what else is going on, I know 3 people think the world of me & are happy for me to just be me. They all know how, in their own special ways, to make me smile when nobody else can.

Hmmm....

I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm not in much of a mood for baring my soul or anything of that sort.

Kids are great, pregnancy is moving along nicely, and Danny & I both have new jobs that are going well.

Beyond that, if you want to know right now, call & ask me. I don't feel the urge to share with the whole world at this particular time.