The Fat Lady is Singing, and We All Know what that Means!

I AM DONE. Sick of multiple bathroom trips, constant heartburn, and my husband's chuckling as I waddle up and down stairs.

With only a few weeks left now I am trying to patient and grateful for the wonderful experience of pregnancy, but, I will admit to struggling a little. The physical discomfort is only one thing. As I get closer to when my last child was born, I am getting a little anxious and I have to keep reminding myself to relax and be faithful.

This pregnancy has been so different from my last and there is no reason to think that it will have anything but a happy ending. The baby is big, healthy, and extremely active. For this, I am very grateful. My health has also been great, so I can remember to be thankful for these blessings. It is only when I am alone during the day or during the middle of the night when doubt tries to seep in and ruin my happy thoughts. Oh well, as I said, only a few weeks left, then the real fun begins!

Thanks for listening to the whine, I promise to try to be better.

Ready for baby?

8 weeks left.
Dr. Schubert has decided that this baby is going to be delivered early, and I have 2 months to get my head ready. Physically, I am absolutely ready. I am almost impatient for this baby to come. I feel as though I have been pregnant for three years, and, if you include the time trying to get pregnant, the time being pregnant, and the short times in between pregnancies, it has been pretty close to that amount of time waiting for a baby.

Mentally, there are so many things racing through my head that I am concerned that the crazy is going to come bursting out through my ears! I nearly had a panic attack the other day because I couldn't remember what the book said about cleaning the new baby's belly button. Really, belly button angst. What a stupid thing to get stressed about! I am also driving Mark crazy with my "nesting." Most nights I am up until after 2 am reorganizing and throwing things out. I can't help it. Giant ball of crazy, remember.

Anyway, time will tell how the next weeks go.

Fat and Sassy!

No one ever told me how different one pregnancy can be from another. I honestly have to say that if this is what normal pregnancies are like, then I would probably do it again.
Life is good. Lots of tests and scans and all of that, but Sprout appears to be growing well and is certainly making its prescence known in the form of twists, turns, and boots to the tummy.
The thing that is seriously throwing me off is the weight thing. Still losing weight this time, but I am bigger girth wise than I was when I delivered last time. I actually look pregnant this time. It is a little weird. Oh well, there are worse things in life than a tummy bump.
Baby comes in 12 weeks! crazy!

News! aka the stuff miss laura was hinting about

So, anyone heard any news about me lately? I have! Apparently there is change coming in the future, in the form of a 6-8 pound delivery in May.

Okay, enough beating around the bush, as it were. Mark and I are very pleased and excited to announce that we are expecting again. Baby will be arriving no later than mid-May.

So far, everything is great and we have no thoughts that are contrary to that. Sorry to have kept it quiet for awhile, but that is just how we do things.

Thanks to all who found out early and managed to keep it under wraps. We appreciate the effort.

Bit of a drought

So, been a while. My only excuse is that I have been busy. Mark and I are finally in our new place. It feels great to be getting settled in and comfortable. We are still working out some bumps etc. but I think that everything is going to be great.

My dad had surgery this week. He had his knee replaced and I have spent a piece of each day in the hospital with him making sure that he had what he needed and that he was okay.

Both Mark and I have been playing pass the flu. I feel that we have switched off for the last month. I hate being sick! I feel like I can't get anything done. Kari is going to fire me from Young Women's if I don't get my act together. My words, not her's.

So that is my life right now. Centered around family, church, and work. As usual. Man, my update is boring! If only there was something interesting to say! Oh well. Maybe next post!

Havin' a bad day

I get knocked down, but I get up again, and you're never going to keep me down!

This has become my own personal chant today. Not even noon. Depressing! Sometimes, you just gotta have a bad day.

Overdue Update

I guess that I should follow up on my promise to tell all about what we did on the anniversary of Eric's birth. Sorry for the wait.

Well, I was really curious to know what was worse- the anticipation, or the day itself. Without a doubt, it was the anticipation. Or, to be honest, it was the day before. This was the worst day that I have had in a really long time. That evening was so long. During the day wasn't so bad. I was busy with clients and had no real time to reflect. But as the evening approached, I found myself watching the clock, without really knowing why. Suddenly it hit me that I was watching and remembering what had happened at this exact time last year.

When it was that I thought something was wrong.
When I picked Mark up so that we could go to the hospital.
When I was admitted.
When they did the first tests.
When they told us our baby was gone.
When we had to make phone calls.
and so on and so forth.

Hideous, ugly, horrifying thoughts poured into my mind. Things that I thought that I had forgotten came flowing back into my mind with perfect clarity. All night long I was plagued with these thoughts and with them came fear. Fear of having to do this with future pregnancies. Finally in anguish I turned to Mark and asked him to help me find relief with a prayer. Thank goodness for righteous husbands who put aside their own grief to help with someone else.

The next day was fine. We went to breakfast together. I went shopping with my sister in law (really, a sister of the heart) who made sure I was okay. Mark and I had a nap. Then we went out for a wonderful supper together to celebrate our son. We went to the cemetery to pick to weeds and reflect. Then we came home and chilled out for the rest of the night. A good time was had by all.

We know that our son is doing great. How many parents can say that with total conviction? We love him, miss him, but we are ready for all that the future has to hold.

Thanks for all of the flowers, mementos, etc. that so many were kind enough to drop off. We love you and are very thankful that you are our friends.