Sunday, July 28, 2013

39 Weeks and Thoughts

39 weeks-fixed

This last week marked week 39 of this pregnancy. We will be meeting our little girl much sooner than later. It’s shocking how fast this time has gone by but also how slow this time at the end seems. We want to see her face, hear her noises, and smell her perfect little baby smell. As real as it is, it’s still unreal.

I’ve had a lot of time for reflection over the past few days in between my ridiculous nesting rampages and random naps. I’ve been thinking about the blessings in my life. Bryant and I are truly blessed. We have the support of wonderful family, but I’ve really been thankful this week for friends. You see, I am an introvert. I don’t have an easy time making friends. When I find a good friend I keep them. My closest friend I’ve known for 23 years. I also want friendships. I have on more than one occasion thrown myself a giant pity party because I didn’t feel like I had many friends or sometimes-at my most dramatic-that I didn’t have ANY friends nearby. Obviously this isn’t true, but during a dramatic meltdown it seemed very true. There was a time when it seemed that many of my friends were moving far away, but that trend seems to have stopped.

Friends have moved back, or I’ve reconnected with friends over impending motherhood, or maybe I’ve just slowed down long enough to take the time for friends. No matter what the means to these friendships-I’m thankful for them. I feel like I have a support system around me. We are really doing life together. Up until now life has been pretty simple. Wake up; go to work; eat dinner; sleep; do it again. There were few things that really needed doing. I didn’t need advice. I didn’t need to connect-heck, I was talking to at least 150 different people every day; I didn’t have the energy to connect. I was doing okay if I sent out a text every now and then. Now, my life has changed. I don’t have a schedule. I’m about to have a baby, and most of my friends have babies too. We can connect. We can go on play dates and lunches and zoos. These wonderful people have offered to help me in any way they can. They are asking if they can bring meals and come visit to see my new baby. They are bringing me exercise balls to sit on to (fingers crossed) make this baby drop. They are keeping me company on days when there is just too much on my mind and I’m going stir crazy all at once. They are just doing what friends do, and it’s so nice.

If you are my friend near or far, thank you. You have no idea how much you’ve touched my life recently and how much it means to me to have you around. I can’t wait to see how our stories intertwine.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Guest Posting for another Kate

Hi guys, I'm writing about writing for another writer named Kate today. You can see my post here. I hope you'll check it out!
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Friday, July 19, 2013

Weeks 37 and 38

I think it's pretty clear that baby girl grew between last week and this one. I saw the doctor today, and she's guessing that the baby is already weighing in at about 7 and 1/2 pounds. We are both healthy according to the doctor! 

I have to say I'm feeling some mixed emotions about the end of this pregnancy. I'm so excited and anxious and ready to meet my baby, but I have also loved experiencing this part of her life that I haven't had to share. I've gotten to feel the little swirls and kicks and nudges and hiccups that no one else can experience. At the same time, I'm ready to have the weight of this baby in my arms instead of inside my abdomen. I'm ready for her to see her daddy and for  him to experience life with her. I can't wait to see how they interact and build a relationship. Father daughter relationships can be so precious. I hope and pray that my two will have a special bond. I can't wait to see them giggle and play together. I can't wait to see how quickly he's wrapped around her little finger. I can't wait. 
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Most Offensive of Pregnancy Commentary

I've mentioned before that people say rude things to pregnant people. This isn't a news flash. It's pretty common knowledge that people put their nose where they shouldn't in life in general and feel especially free to do so when you're carrying around a baby bump.

I have been able to tolerate a lot-the cute old ladies, the well-meaning extended family members, the complete and total strangers.

The one comment that I cannot tolerate is the one about how long I've been married. Bryant and I have been married for 7 years. Apparently, this is far too long to wait to procreate, and people seem to feel very free to comment on that. My number one issue with that is that I have many friends who have had terrible trouble conceiving. Let me be clear, this is not a struggle that Bryant and I faced. I feel incredibly blessed by that every day. I've seen the heartbreak and heard the stories from many many friends. What if we had had trouble? What if we had been trying for 7 years? Every single time someone comments on the unthinkable amout of time we spent without child, I think of those friends. I think of how it must cut to the absolute bone if you've experienced infertility, and I find it offensive.

The rest of my reasons are as follows.

 I was 21 years old when I got married. 21!!!! I know very few people who are ready to have a child at that age. I certainly wasn't. I'm not even sure I was ready to get married at that age, but I did and it worked out. We are blessed. 

 I got married before I finished college. I still had one semester to go. Why would I have wanted to be pregnant for that?

 Bryant and I have accomplished a lot in the last 7 years. We built our relationship-which I believe is crucial for creating a healthy and happy family. A child needs the security of that, and I can assure you that if we had had a child early in our relationship, we wouldn't have had time to grow into our relationship. We bought a house. I got a master's degree. He started  more than one business. He has grown his art business. I've had no fewer than 5 different jobs. I've learned to be a teacher, and to love children that are not my own.

We've both learned to love in a bigger way than we ever would have had the capacity to 7 years ago. So to everyone who believes we've waited too long, please think twice before commenting to me or any other pregnant ladies on the length of time they waited before having children. You don't know their story. You don't know their struggle. You don't know their accomplishments. Be proud and excited for them. They've probably been trying their hardest to build a nice life for their future children. 
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Friday, July 12, 2013

The Joy of Weekly Trips to the OB/GYN

Last week started the first of my weekly visits to the lady doctor. Basically, I'm going there what feels like all of the time. I don't mind. It's always exciting to hear baby's heartbeat! I had an especially colorful trip into the office today, so I thought I would share.

 The adventure always begins with parking. You have to park in the correct section of the correct level and start a series of elevators and cross walks into the building. It might as well be a ropes course. As I was taking one of the many elevators on my journey today, one of my elevator mates was an adorable old lady with puffy white hair, a striped button down shirt, and flip up sunglasses-snazzy. 

As I entered the elevator, she made a loud "whooo-wee" noise and proceeded to announce to the rest of the group that she was glad she wasn't carrying "that" around giving a generous nod to my stomach. I giggled and answered the following questions about when I'm due and whatnot. We got off the elevator and were walking the same direction at the same speed. Yep, my waddle has reduced me to the speed of puffy white hair old ladies. 

As we walked past the line of people waiting to get on the elevator that we had just exited, she stared belly level at every woman we passed all while loudly declaring the enormity of their baby bellies. Then she started the story that really made me chuckle. She said in a perfect southern old lady voice with eyebrows raised, "I saw a lady with four little kids once and I asked her if she knew what caused that(she pointed at the imaginary children when she said this). That lady looked at me and said, 'yes, and I like it.'" She raised her eyebrows even further in a clear look of disapproval while pinching her mouth just like she had too much lemon in her sweet tea and finished, "I'll never ask that question again." 

She may not be asking any questions, but that tiny little lady is not shy about her belly stare downs. 
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Thursday, July 11, 2013


I'm going to be honest here. Often, I'm a very petty self-absorbed person. I don't give thanks enough. I don't appreciate enough. Today I am humbly and truly thankful. If you've been reading this blog for any time at all, you probably caught on to the fact that my family is everything to me. I'm absolutely blessed to come from a super close, loving family. We don't fight. We just have fun together, and I am thankful for that. Today I am extra thankful because my daddy had surgery yesterday and it was a little scary. He did great! He's recovering well and the surgery went smoothly. There were no glitches or problems. Let's get real though; it's dang scary when someone you love has surgery. There is so much out of your control. You just have to let it all go and have faith that your family will be taken care of. It's so frustrating when you can't do anything to help, because there's just not anything you can do. I did get to talk to him on the phone. He was cracking jokes and being himself which made me feel tons better. I can't wait to lay my eyes on him and know he's okay. If you get a chance, pray for quick healing. He's got some grandpa-ing to do soon!
Thankful, thankful, thankful today and every day
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

B's Birthday known to others as the 4th of July

Yep, my husband was born on a national holiday and he's a twin. Yep, he thinks he's the coolest thing for it. It's a good thing I think he's the coolest too. His twin brother lives in other parts of the world, so it's been odd for the last few years celebrating solo. I've tried to make his birthday an extra special occasion, and I think he has enjoyed it. Last year he turned 30 and he got a gift on the half hour for 12 hours. That, my friends, was a lot of fun. This year I didn't have a scheme planned out, but I did have a plan for his gift. Anyone who knows Bryant knows that his interests are unending. He likes hunting, and art, and music, and fashion, and photography, and just about anything else. The sick part about that long string of a sentence is that he's really good at all of those things. I mean the dude has talent, y'all. It's no wonder I went all starry eyed over him nearly 10 years ago.
 Anyway, at Christmas  my cousin got a ukulele and B thought it was super cool. Since Christmas I've had a secret plan to get him a ukulele for his birthday. How cute would he be playing a tiny instrument and singing to a tiny baby. I mean for real; that's too much to handle. I had this all planned out and was so excited until a few weeks ago when he started talking about wanting a new guitar. His guitar is a hand-me-down and he said he'd never had his own acoustic. *Light bulb moment* I got him a new guitar for his birthday. He loved it! Let me tell you; it was a shot in the dark. I'm about as musical as an anvil falling on a piano. My friend Emma and I walked into the guitar store and the guy immediately said, "whatever you're looking for I can find it for you." He did. I was so relieved that B liked it. He played it all day and has been playing it so often ever since. I was one happy lady! 
I couldn't wrap it, so he had to discover it hidden in the back of my car.

It was a very happy birthday to B and a happy 4th as well!
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