Christmas of 2003

Bryan and I had been together since May of this year. I was in my third semester of college and was working as a waitress until October, so I had very little money. Bryan was working for his dad at the time. He was able to put a lot of money into savings and had a really great truck! My dream truck.
But, that's another story.
So, one weekend while I was visiting Bryan, close to the Christmas holiday, he told me that he was going to give me my present early. I argued because I don't like opening gifts early and there really wasn't any reason because we were going to be spending the holidays together anyway. But, he convinced me it was for a good reason.
On Friday night, Bryan tells me what my gift is: He was going to pay for the presents that I picked out for my family.
So, on Saturday morning, we headed to the bank and he pulls out a nice chunk of change. I asked if he really needed that much and he said that he wanted me to be able to pick out whatever I wanted for each of my family.
Out we went. In one day, we got each of my family a gift and Bryan managed to pick out his own family's as well.
Come Christmas day, it was wonderful watching every open their gifts. We even got "chewed" out for buying my grampa a gift. He thought it was too expensive but we argued that that was my Christmas present and that's what we wanted to get for him. So there. :)

Best Christmas present, ever.

Our daughter's poo smells like buttered popcorn.

Oh yes, it's true. It really does. And the weird thing is, I don't eat buttered popcorn.

Bryan went to the store for me yesterday. I asked him to pick up some deli roast beef for sandwiches. He bought a pound and a half at $10.99/lb. He just thought that's how much it was. What he didn't know was that the cheaper $2.99/lb was hidden to the right by very sneaking Hy-Vee masterminds.

We have been warned of a very horrendous winter storm. I'm still waiting for it to unleash it's fury. Should I say that? Will it be worse because I did?

Have I mentioned how gorgeous my daughter's eyelashes are? They are incredible. Bryan has them, too. Not me. Well, they're long but not thick and bat-licious. You know. How girls will bat their eyes at guys.. oh, nevermind.
Oh! She laughed for the first time yesterday! It was beautiful. And Bryan was the cause. He's so proud. And he should be.

6 days til Christmas and I still have 4 presents to buy for. Bryan has one. Me! And he still hasn't bought it. However, my bro-in-law still has like all but a couple of the family (his and his wife's) to buy for. Crazy.
Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my favorite Christmas present of all time. My very favorite. I'll give you a hint.. it's from Bryan. Can you guess? I bet not.

Three Months Yesterday

I was going to blog yesterday but I only found time for one post and it wasn't even that long! I think it took me a minute and a half to write.
So anywho...
3 months.. can you believe it?? Oh, sorry. Amelia is three months (and a day, now). So let's update:

• She can hold her head up really well now
• She follows us with her eyes as we move around the house
• We're working on tummy time but she still doesn't really dig it
• She gets really excited when we are getting ready to change her diaper/clothes -- kicking her legs
  
• She fusses to stand and she stands really well.. dancing and such when she's up
• She's getting a schedule down
• She goes to sleep at 8pm, eats at 10pm, 4am and 6am -- so not too bad, we're working on it
• She's almost has a laugh happening -- right now it comes out as one "ha" mixed in with a sqeal
  

There's probably more but 9:47 is still early for me so I'll just have to add more in future posts.

So, yesterday, we got a lot of snow. Yay. I always enjoy snow. I don't mind driving in it (since I'm from Iowa and we have gotten snow every year since we've moved here ;) but I do always like it better when I don't have to go anywhere.
I did manage to get some laundry done yesterday. All of it, in fact, made it to the washer at least. Bryan was lovely enough to put it into the dryer for me this morning.
Last night, Amelia was off. I'm not sure what was wrong but she didn't go to sleep at 8, but sneaked past her bedtime hour and stayed awake until 10. She was so upset that she was crying so I sang her our song. Yeah, we have a song. When I was pregnant with her I would sing to her His Eye Is On The Sparrow so that is what I started singing to her last night. And it worked like a charm. After a few moments of singing it to her I took her into her room to change her diaper. As we were heading in there she started to calm. By the time I laid her on the changing pad she was happy as a clam. Smiling, kicking and no fussing or crying. She just kept on as I sang to her. After changing her diaper I put her in her bassinet and it took her a half an hour to fall asleep. You'd be proud though, when she fussed a bit I didn't take her out, I just gave her her paci back, or rocked her bassinet. I did want to take her out and cuddle with her when she still wasn't falling asleep but "drawing" with her finger on the wall of her bassinet. But she fell asleep quickly then so did I. She didn't have a great night of sleep but it wasn't bad.
So anyway, that's my Amelia story of the day. Right now she is sleeping peacefully in her swing so I should get some laundry folded and put away.

You'll like this one

Indian Corn

Ingredients:
1lb hamburger
1 can of corn
1 can of salsa
cheddar cheese
sour cream

Directions:
Cook hamburger until browned. Add corn, let simmer until corn is heated through. Add salsa, heat until everything is heated thoroughly. Serve in bowls. Add cheese and sour cream to liking. Dip with chips and enjoy!

As long as you have someone to hold onto.

I realized that I talk a lot about Amelia and not enough about my Bryan. So in light of Emily's Thankful Thursday, I thought I'd list the things I love and am thankful about my husband.

• I'm thankful that he chose me to be his wife.
• I'm grateful that he is a wonderful daddy to our daughter.
• I appreciate how smart he is, that he shares his wealth in knowledge and that he makes you feel smart right along with him.
  
• He is a wonderful provider and takes care of us.
  
• He's a sexy geek. Can I say that? Yes, I can because he is :D
• He's handsome and doesn't know it which makes him all the more handsome.
• I love his sense of humor and he's really funny.
• He makes me smile.
• He makes me happy.
• He's really sweet.
• He gets along with my mom really well.
  
• He only wants to get the best for me. Have you seen my easel? Have you seen my camera??
• He forgives me.
• He loves me.
• He has a love for music.
  
• We share similar passions.
  
• He's fun to play video games with.
  
• He takes care of me when I'm sick.
• He's considerate.
• He's kind.
• He's great conversation.
• He knows lots of weird facts and they're interesting.
• He's generous.
• I'm grateful that he's so understanding.
• I love the fact that he's willing to cuddle.
• I enjoy it that he finds it silly that I miss him when he's even upstairs.
  

I could probably go on and on but these are just a few of the things that I'm really thankful for in him. He's a blessing to me and I'm really thankful that he's Amelia's dad. I didn't have that in my life so I'm grateful that she gets it in hers. It's one of the reasons that I married him, I knew he'd be a great father to our children.
So, thank you Bryan and I give thanks for you. I love you. A lot, a lot, a lot.

My house is a disaster area and I don't care

Well, I do. Really. But I realize that Amelia wants to be held, cuddled and played with and I'm willing to do that because it won't last forever.
So last night, when Bryan was ready for bed at ten and Amelia was fast asleep, I got my burst of energy to clean because I hadn't been able to all day. Amelia had to get a shot at three but she was a trooper. Literally crying for only a few mere seconds before looking at me and smiling. Seriously, I didn't even get the chance to console her is how quick she sucked it up. I was proud. But for the rest of the day she was off, and I didn't get anything done. So, when ten came, sleepy didn't. Which was fine because I got to clean. I cleaned the living room, dining room, picked up the kitchen and threw in a load of baby laundry. In an hour. Woot.

In Amelia news: Um.. she pooped today :)
Not much else. Lots of drooling, talking, wiggling, some standing, not much sitting nor tummy time. She still needs a bath. Haven't had one for a few days. Good thing she's cute!

Squeal if you hear me!

She started squealing today! It's so much fun. No laughing yet, but there are definite squeals of delight and big ol' smiles. I love it.

She pooped yesterday!

And a bath today.
She was stinky.
We (as in I) made up a pee song.
It goes something like this:

We gotta get ya dry,
and put a diaper on ya,
so you don't pee everywhere
especially on your mama.

She liked it.

Then I didn't get her dressed fast enough.
She did not like that.

I haven't talked much about Amelia lately...

She's "talking" a lot more. Lots of "ooh" and "ooh, ooh, ooh" as well as "ahHh." She talks a lot. Not kidding. She talks to the television a lot. This is what she says:
"Oooh. Ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh. OoOoh."
Something like that. :)
Not to forget the fake coughing that she's perfected. If the oohing and ahing doesn't get my attention then she'll "cough" until that does. It's soo cute.

She's holding her head up a lot more. We'll help her to stand and sit and she'll just look around. Her head is wobbling a lot less and she can hold it up a lot longer.
She's also fascinated with the lights and fans. If she starts fussing we'll just show her one, the other or both and her eyes are right there. I can also soothe her by singing to her. She'll smile really big.

Speaking of, she smiles a lot now. Tons. All I have to do is smile, talk or look her way and she'll get this big ol' smile on her face. She hasn't quite gotten to the point of laughing yet but it's getting close. When she smiles she'll shake her head like she's wanting to laugh but it's just followed by a bigger smile. Sometimes a happy "cough" or an "oOoh."

We're sort of getting into a schedule. She'll go to sleep about 8. Wake up at 10 to eat. Twice again in the middle of the night. Awake at 7 or 8. Nap at 10 or 11 for a couple of hours then again at 1 for about 3-5 hours. Asleep again by 8 or 9. Not too bad.

She's also a cuddler. When she takes her morning nap, I'll lie with her on the couch. Mainly because I don't feel like getting up and getting ready yet. So she'll snuggle into me and fall asleep. I love it. I know pretty soon she'll have to nap in her crib.
She's still in her bassinet but for two reasons A) I'm not ready to put her in another room to sleep, yet. and B) she still wakes up to eat twice a night. She gets thrown off so much that her schedule keeps taking a set-back.

She's nearly 2 months and 3 weeks and growing like a weed. She's already out of her 0-3 months clothes. It feels like it went quick but I think that's because she was in NB for a month and a half or so. Today I put her in a 3-6 month.

::sigh:: She'll be sitting up before we know it.

I failed...

...and I'm ok with it.
I know, I didn't blog the last three days of November. It just wasn't going to happen being down in the middle of no-where and all. So here is my weekend:

Friday-
It was nice because we had no need to rush around getting out of the house. Instead we took our time, packed, ate, got the house picked up and still managed to leave at 10:30. Once we got out we needed to stop at the Pitts' to drop off the Wii remotes, then we stopped to get gas but it was so packed that people were cutting in front of us to get to the pumps. Bryan got really frustrated so I told him to just go ahead and leave and we'd find another gas station that was less "flooded" by the "Black Friday" shoppers. Which we did, and off we were by 10 til 11.
We finally made it to the grandparent by 4:15. My sisters and a boyfriend were already there. We just got to hang around and out with everyone. Had dinner and played some yahtzee.
Amelia was having a good day so that was an added bonus coming from the day before.

Saturday-
our Thanksgiving day. Al of the family came down and we had a very good dinner. It was so good.. mmm. My mouth drools at the thought of those yams.
Later on we played Apples to Apples which was also fun but tiring.

Sunday-
We almost made it through church but Amelia realized that we were trying to pay attention so she got fussy. After church we had lunch. Then Bryan, Amelia and I got our Christmas pictures done by mom.
After that, Kimmy and I sat down and picked out some really cool colors for Amelia's room and the upstairs. I am so excited, I'll have to post pictures from before and after. She is so good at decorating rooms I thought it only smart to go to her. Thanks Kimmy!
Then we went out to the nursing home where my great grandma is and took a FIVE generation picture. It's sad, though, because her mind is going and she doesn't really know who we are. She used to but the last few years have really taken a toll on her brain.
Then to Alco where it was my last attempt to spend some time with my mom before she had to leave but she wandered around the store and I kept losing her.
My mom, both sisters and a boyfriend had to take off for home before the roads got icy. Although I wanted my family to stay it was a lot quieter at the house.
We watched a couple of movies and had some really yummy Stir Fry that my grampa made.. ooh it was so good.

Today-
We got ready, taking our time, chatting with the family and still managed to get out by 10:45. Not too shabby. We stopped for McyDee's before getting on the road. I fell asleep pretty early on and slept for 2 hours. I was SO tired from the weekend.
However, it was good to see the family and spend time with them but I sure am glad to be home.

Stulke family, we are praying for you guys and have been. We hope you are well.

"Here's to a lousy Christmas! And a crappy New Year!"

have twenty minutes to blog before I have to go and pack. So here I go...

Today was a long day.
Amelia set the precedent this morning with her crying.. nay, screaming.
All day it continued.
Sat down to eat, got my food, Amelia cried, I fed her, sat back down, Amelia screamed, sat down to rock her to sleep, finally got back to the table, my meal was cold.
In between talking with the family, playing Wii and reading magazines, Amelia cried, screamed, ate and sorta not really slept. Not to mention more screaming. (I have never heard my sweet girl scream like she did today... It broke my heart.)
We planned on staying til eight but decided to leave at 6 because Amelia wouldn't stop screaming and was SO tired.
Finally left extremely quickly at 7.
Amelia fell asleep in the car 30 seconds after we left. 2 hours later still asleep. Sweet baby.
Got home, threw in laundry, cleaned the living room, dining room and kitchen, balanced the ledger and paid some bills.
Time to pack and 1 minutes left to spare.

::sigh::

Another day on the couch

I seriously had one heck of a do-nothing day. Amelia didn't sleep the greatest after four so I was still tired when I finally got out of bed. We lounged on the couch and she slept for a few hours. After she woke up, ate, and we hung out for a bit she fell asleep again. This time I thought she would cat nap and be awake and ready to eat again in fifteen minutes. So, I was thinking that after she woke back up and ate I would put her in her swing so I could run out to the store for a bit. But no, she slept for a couple more hours. This resulted in me not getting anything done. Doesn't surprise me, it seems to be my days any more.
However, after she woke up, I took her upstairs to dad. I was feeling restless so I whipped out my Tai Chi video and did a 40 minute workout. My legs trembled by the end of it but it felt so good. As soon as I had finished up, down came Bryan with Amelia because she had a huge blow out.
We got her cleaned up, Bryan went back to work for an hour and when he came down I went to the store. I just needed to get out even if it was to stupid Hy-Vee. At the entry way I ran into Keith. We chatted for a few minutes then out he went and onto my shopping I went. Got my stuff and realized that I forgot my yeast AFTER I was in line and getting checked out.
For dinner we had frozen pizza and then cookies with ice cream for dessert. Totally blew my exercise but I figured I should get my goodies in now because once the New Year hits we are going to get healthy. And that's that.
So now I'm ready for tomorrow. I have things to do and the hopes to get it done.

A lazy sort of day

Well, not really but kind of. I felt really tired this morning so at 7 when Amelia wok up I pulled her into bed with me and fell back asleep. At 8 I asked Bryan to watch her and to wake me up at 9. At 8:40 Bryan comes into the room with Amelia saying she was crying, and in a baby tone, told me about her alligator tears and hunger cries. I fed her and then we fell back to sleep. I kept getting woke up by little fingers and "talking" from a tiny face inches from mine. Finally, from the persistant fingers, I woke up and she fell back asleep.. I got up, it was 11 after all, got her up, changed, dressed and talked to my little girl as she smiled and "talked" back.
I took her upstairs announcing my "gift of joy" to Bryan so I could go shower. I got my hair stuff figured out this time and got my hair to perform. Amelia was snuggly today so Bryan had to put her in the snugli (convenient name). She cuddled up and fell asleep.
Soon enough we were on our way to the doctor's office for an appointment. She was due for her first set of immunization shots. As always, she was fawned over. Mostly because Grandma works there and everyone knows us, not to mention they were the ones who did the pregnancy test, blood work, check-ups, etc. We got her in, weighed (12 #, 15 oz), measured (23.5 inches long) and checked out. Everything looks good. Back in came grandma who fawned over Amelia some more but conveniently left when the shots were there. She didn't want her face associated with the shots.. but it was ok if we were...
The first was oral, not too bad. We got most of it down. Nurse even let me do it so she would take it better. She had two shots coming because the third wasn't in.
Two nurses.
Two shots.
Two little legs.
In 3, 2, 1...

I watched her face and for a split second she was okay. Then it hit her- a stunned look and then the cry. Her little face squinched up, got all red, a huge cry and tears. I saw it for two seconds before my face was instantly next to hers, kissing her cheeks and telling her it was all right. The crying didn't last very long, 30 seconds maybe. And much to my surprise, I didn't cry. Truthfully it was nothing compared to our last trip to the hospital where they pricked and poked her. Then I cried. A lot.
Anyway, I comforted her for a bit before grandma came back in. The goose. We talked for a bit before leaving. Bryan picked up his contacts then I ran into the pharmacy to get some meds.
This evening Bryan went to a Tweet-up. I teased him calling it his "nerd gathering group." He had fun and brought me cheese wontons. Anyone know the place he went?
But, he's home now so I'm going to spend some time with him.

Have a great night and a great Tuesday!

A Sunday kind of day

today was surprisingly productive. First, church was good. I've noticed that I have become the lady who bore Amelia. People would come up during greeting time, ask how Amelia is doing, stand in awe of her, smile at me as they walked away.. say wha?? ...geesh.
After church I ran into Hy-vee to get some groceries. After getting home, eating lunch and feeding Amelia, I realized that I forgot the very thing I ran in for.. more bra pads. Yup.
However, Bryan got the itch to tear down and pack together all of the cardboard boxes that had been sitting on our porch. We had tons from unpacking from our move, then my mom decided to throw them on the porch.. Out of sight, out of mind. Yes, two months later we got it taken care of.
Then we put up our Christmas tree. Yes, already. Having a newborn is tough around the holidays. So we put it up so after Thanksgiving all we have to do is decorate it. Otherwise, I figured, by the time it got up and decorated it would be Christmas and the joy of the tree would have been futile.
We also got the rest of the chores (except for folding laundry because Bryan avoids that at all possibly odds) and played some Guitar Hero. Gotta love resurrecting a past love... er... addiction. Followed by a movie. A decent way to spend a Sunday.

Girls night in

Bullet points of last night:

* It was fun.
* The girls held Amelia for the first time in a while.
* Watched a Bind-it-all demonstration by Emily.
* We never did work on our scrapbooks... indstead:

1. Emily worked on cleaning her room,
2. Linda "auctioned" off Emily's things,
3. Rachel and I left with a large loot.

* Linda has found her true calling in life ...a QVC spokeswoman.
* We got to enjoy each other's company since we haven't in a while.
* Laughed
* Talked.
* Chloe was a pill.
* Keith was crazy.
* Keith drove Emily crazy.
* Left at 10:30 exhausted realizing that, again, we are old folgies.

It was good times had by all.

Today:

* Bryan and I had plans to get a few things done.
* We've done nothing but

1. cut Bryan's hair,
2. gave Amelia a bath,
3. and ordered pizza.

* Realized we should have sat on Keith for driving Emily crazy.
* Plan on doing the things we didn't do today, tomorrow.

Have a great night!

It's lonely without Courtney

I am going to blog now because soon I will be bathing my daughter and then heading over to Emily's for a scrapnight! Wha-hoo! I'm so excited. I just hope they are all feeling well because we don't want the bug that is going around. However, we did get our flu shot so hopefully that will help.

Courtney did indeed go home this morning. It doesn't feel like this morning but it was. It probably feels like another day because I did nap with Amelia this afternoon. I was tired from staying up with Court til 1 in the morning.
I've also bought some curl enhancing creme. It's very cool and my hair is very curly. I did add a little too much and it looks a tad oily but I'll just know better for next time.
Bryan had an eye appointment (finally after two months of nagging!) on Wednesday and today he got his new glasses. We're still waiting on the contacts. And that boy made me go into Mt. V to get his glasses for him even though we'll be in town on Monday for a Dr. appointment for Amelia! He's crazy. But I did it because I love him.
I miss my daughter.. she's upstairs sleeping in her swing. :(

It's a little odd not having Courtney here...

Going home already?

Today... hm...
Courtney was planning on going home. I was also planning on taking her down to Silver Spider. Neither happened. We did go to Panera. It was my "thank-you" for all her help this past week and a half. It was also me sending her off with a full belly.
But after chatting for two hours she decided to stay one more night. Which was great for me because she helped me clear our upstairs to get ready for a desk. WHICH I'm stoked about. I sat down and drew it out, so now I have exactly what I want down on paper and we (as in Keith and Bryan) can get it made.

Get 'er done! as my father-in-law would say, followed by his infamous chuckle.

But, yes, my drawing of my future drawing area is aMAZing! Woot! Can you tell I'm excited???

I'm also really excited about tomorrow because tomorrow I'm getting together with Rachel, Emily and Linda to do some scrapping. I am (finally) starting Amelia's scrapbook. Only two months later! Good golly.

What else..

Amelia's cradle cap was bugging me so I took a comb to her little flaked head and scraped it off as she slept. A good majority of it is gone ..along with a few of her baby hairs. :(
She is getting so long. Soon she'll be riding a unicycle and speaking 3 different languages while solving political debates. Ok, maybe not but it she has turned into such a little person! My favorite is when she smiles at me because she knows it's me! I love it.

Chloe puked on our down feather comforter tonight.

I'm hungry.

...

Well, I really thought I had a lot more to talk about but since I'm digging I'm gonna watch some Estate of Panic. It's amusing.. what can I say?

A little something extra

Over at Wee Ones Little Things Tami is having a contest, giving away over $130 in baby products. She makes these really cute items, and all of her profit goes to help support their adoption of their son Joshua.
This blanket is my favorite. I also like this one and this one. Here is a really cute bib, a sweet thanksgiving bib, a burp cloth, and my favorite burp cloth.
She makes baby slings, loveys (tag blankets), bags, and much more!
SO PLEASE go enter the contest do some shopping and tell her September @ Rain Drops Fall sent you!
Remember Christmas is coming and it's a great time to buy gifts and support a Stay at home mom.

Guitar Hero Retarded

At least my pinky is anyway.
I haven't picked up the guitar for Guitar Hero in a very long time. Like since before Amelia was born.. before we moved even. So it's been a while. But Courtney wanted to get it out so we gave it a shot. Bryan's sitting here now jamming out. I asked if he plays in the middle of the night because it seems as though his fingers are exercised in the art of the Wii.
Courtney and I went out today. We still have a lot to get done inside but I figured we could run some errands and get that out of the way. We stopped at Goodwill drop-off to load a few of our unwanted items into their laps. Onc man's junk...
Then we headed to Lemstone to pick up a "tea set for one" for my grama. That's what she wanted for Christmas. It's a tiny teapot that fits on top of the matching tea cup. It's sweet, covered in grapes and ivy in a white antique finish that reads the scripture "I am the vine, you are the branches..." I think she'll dig it. Plus, another name crossed off the list.
After we finished there we went to Michaels, I had a coupon and I needed to pick up an album to get started on Amelia's. However, my coupon isn't activated until Sunday but I needed the album for a Girl's Scrap Night over at Emily's. Otherwise I wouldn't have anything to work on which would be especially silly since I was the one who wanted to do the scrap night.
Then to the bank, followed by the P.O. and then onto Wally world.. again. Picked up a couple of things we were out of as well as a few things for Amelia (i.e. a Christmas dress and shoes, a few toys for her to grasp and chew on). I also bought some shampoo to enhance the curl in my hair also some anti-frizz creme and some mousse. I'm hoping that will bring out some loveliness in my hair cause I was thinking about cutting it off.. short. But I really don't want to. This is the second time in my life I've had long hair, the first time for my wedding. And this time it's thicker because of the pregnancy and prenatal vitamins. I like it, their is just some getting used to it being so long. Plus it's curly! Who wouldn't love that after a lifetime of straight hair and multiple times curling it into Shirley Temple curls??

9 weeks today.

I know, weird, right?
She's two months on Sunday and 9 weeks today.

Today, Courtney and I did much of nothing. I did manage to return the hospital's breast pump (which I never used) but other than that... nothing. We had just worked so hard yesterday that we were pooped today.
We did manage to jump around on the air mattress, flinging each other into the air as we searched for a teeny hole that Chloe had managed to create, thus leaving Courtney as a airbed taco by morning. We also managed to sit on the couch and watch Patch Adams.
However, we did go over to Norma's tonight. She made some great food and we enjoyed ourselves a game of 10,000. We left at a quarter til' ten cause we're old. Yes, not 78 year old Norma who can casually stay up until 2 in the morning.
Anyway, like I said, I'm old and I need my sleep.

Babysitting is fun at bedtime.

Did I mention that my daughter is two months old yesterday? I just can't believe that two months has passed already. But then again it feels like we haven't not had her. How can that be? I don't know and I don't claim to know any of the perplexities of life. So we'll just leave it a mystery.
Many are the wonders of Amelia.
She:

• 's (very well, might I add) holding her head up on her own.
  
• recognizes my face and my voice, searching me out if she hears me.
• loves lights.
• talks to us. Coos, yells, "speaks," grunts and the like.
• fake coughs to get our attention.
• smiles at Bryan and I when she finds our faces.
• grumps for me
• grumps for her paci At night. While I'm sleeping...
• stretches and puckers her lips in her sleep.
• cuddles with me.. a lot.
• turns on her side.
• has the most beautiful face.
• has the cutest yawn.
  
• growing like a weed.
  
• 's just great.
  

Tonight, Bryan, Court and I got to watch the Pitts kids. Watch, as in, make sure they get their pj's on and sleep in their bed as we lounge and watch T.V. downstairs. Ahem. Yes, watch. It was lovely. Such good kids. We only had problems with the babe spitting out her paci as a fun game to keep the adults coming back into the room. It only happened once with each of us (because we didn't communicate the not-going-back-in-part) and then it was over.
They got home and we got to talk with them for a bit. Court and Keith go at it like Brother and Sister. It's quite amusing as she serves the dishes he gives... what?
Anywho.
Court and I got a lot of cleaning done today. Her the bathroom and kitchen, me the dining room, living room and lots of laundry. It was a chore. Tomorrow we have more. We are going to tackle the upstairs craft area so I can have an area to craft in.
Pardon me as I sit and dream a bit.

Off to bed. I'm zonked.

2months!! jeesh.

Say "Goodnight," Gracie.

Bryan and I went out to eat for the first time since Amelia was born. It was interesting. I also had to feed her in the booth. Then we went to Michael's so I could pick up some little gifts to fill a shoebox for Operation Christmas Child. When we got home, I had every intention of making cookies but Amelia was extremely clingy so I was stuck on the couch. However, Court is still here and she stepped in.

We had an early Thanksgiving dinner tonight at church. The youth ran it and it wasn't at all too shabby. The only thing missing was a good canned shaped blob of cranberry sauce. Mm-mm. I got to hang out with Emily at the kids section seeing as how she was the only adult. I couldn't allow her to be left alone like that. A) how boring and 2) having to watch all those kids on your own when you didn't even want to in the first place?? Well, then Amelia wanted to be fed and when it's time, it's time. Thus resulting in my missing the little kids putting on a performance. I could kind of hear them but I was disappointed I didn't get to watch their little faces as they put on their little show. What can ya do?
However, I did get to talk with Emily, Jolene and Sheila. Individually and together. Such nice girls.

Afterwards, we went to Keith and Emily's. She was pulling down baby clothes to sort through and donate to.. me :) I came home with a medium box and a garbage bag full of clothes. I was very happy.

So now after watching a very dorky The Mummy's Return, I am heading to bed.

Good night Gracie.

A somewhat productive Saturday.

I actually got things done!

• woke
• ate breakfast
• watched tv with Bryan
• fell asleep on couch with Amelia
• woke and ate lunch
• lounged with Court
• folded laundry
• cleaned and vacuumed
  
• made dinner
• watched a movie
• ate ice cream
• heading to bed

...hey, I said *somewhat productive...

Do I gotta?

So another day.
It's been interesting to say the least. Here's some highlights:

• My sister is still here. I don't think she ever plans on going home.
• My daughter fussed to be held by me then snuggled into my neck and fell asleep.
• Interesting conversations have been held.
  
• I got to chat with my mom for a little bit.
• I took a nap.
• Court, Amelia and I went over to Emily's. We stayed until 20 til 11. She still has proof-reading.. poor girl. BUT! we had a good time.

...not so much of a productive day but it's okay. Tomorrow we'll be more productive.. maybe.

Thursday hum drum.

I need to blog.
I really have nothing to say except for:

I need a break.
I need a change.
And I need some norm.


That's all.

Wittyless title

I am sitting here enjoying my daughter suck her fist. She has just recently discovered it and it's many uses a) being a great substitute for her paci. She isn't a pro at it yet. Her fist making wet circles around her mouth and chin. She's also talking to it -I think. Something anyway. Maybe just herself.
She's the sweetest.
She's been awake more often. I don't mind it because it's fun to watch her. Plus she's so good I can let her lie on the couch while I do things around the house. We all know that that can last only so long before she finally learns to roll over. She's been getting up onto her side. For a few weeks now. We should have suspected it since she came out of the womb with her eyes open and holding her own head up. My crazy little over-achiever. Have I mentioned how spectacular she is??

At four I dropped off Court to take her compass test. They said an hour and a half to two. So far it's been the former. After I dropped her off I went to wally world. It's insane there and I don't enjoy it.

I need to start working out. I know how good I feel when I do, so why do I put it off? Does someone want to be my workout buddy?

I'm ready for the day to be over.

It hasn't been a horrible day. I did get to sleep to sleep in until 11, but it wasn't a wonderful sound slumber. I still had to wake up every time she needed her paci, to feed her and when she was awake to make sure she was ok. Not only that but my sinus' were getting plugged and I had to keep blowing my nose. Being sick is no fun. Especially when it lingers and you think you're getting rid of it then you get a new symptom.
Headache to sore throat,
sore throat to stuffy nose,
stuffy nose plus runny nose,
stuffy/runny nose plus cough.
It's good fun. Cause then you tack that on to doing mom things especially when you breast-feed...

Court's here. She's taking her test tomorrow. Yup, for KCC. She'll probably being staying for a day or two. It'll be nice. Even though I just saw her this last weekend and two weeks ago. And I'll see her again for Thanksgiving weekend. It's a good thing I like her.

I really need to start on Amelia's scrapbook. I haven't yet so that puts me incredibly far behind... eek! Getting started is not cheap but then again the whole thing isn't anyway. I just need to suck it up and go get it. Get'er done!

I have to go run errends here soon.. anyone want to go to wally world for me?

So, compared to yesterday, Amelia hasn't slept much today. She took a good nap in the afternoon but has catnapped ever since. Fingers crossed for a good nights sleep.


P.S. Amelia's 8 weeks today.

Monday, Monday.

I really don't know what to blog.


Christmas gifts are getting done. I have to start this early because we have a large family so it takes time to find all the gifts when you don't have yet the ideas for everyone. So far I have 5 bought for, 8 planned but not bought yet, and 5 to figure out yet. That's not including me, cause that's Bryan's job. However, I am including Bryan and our sweet girl.

I need to get on the making of Christmas cards.

I'm feeling better. Just a little cough now and again and a really running nose. But I'm not too shabby.

My sister is coming up again this week. I just don't think she can get enough of me :) We just saw her on Sunday. But she's coming up to enroll in the college here.

I cleaned the living room today. Yay. We have ordered ourselves to keep it clean so tomorrow I can work on another room rather than the same one every day of the week.

My love bug has been sleeping most of the day. She's recouperating from the weekend. Hopefully she'll be back to herself tomorrow.

Pete wrestled my gramparents big black lab and hurt his eye. He's donning the pathetic card really well. Bryan laid out a blanket for him to lay on...


Ok.. I think I'm done. I really didn't have much to talk about plus Bryan's complaining of being too warm from holding his daughter. Silly man.


*edit
...oh sure, he's got her now..

Aaaand we're back

Friday night was awful. I even thought about turning around and coming home. We were suppose to leave at 5 but didn't get out of the house until half past. Then because Bryan didn't let me know his Rx was ready and I didn't go to town to get it we had to head that way costing us another hour. Plus, needed some food so we stopped at Hardee's and they took FOR-EV-ER. Literally. We sat for almost 10 minutes at the drive-thru window waiting for them to get us our food. So by 6:30, in the snow we were heading south..

We stopped twice to feed her, once in Colona to check the tires and also to take Pete out to pee (cause he's a boob) and again on a very dark country road with twenty or so cars just passing us and only one stopping to check if we were ok. Where is the common curtesy? I also had to feed and change her in the back seat without opening the door for room. That's tough. We finally made it to grama and grampa's house by 11:22.
::sigh::
We finally got into bed around midnight. Our sweet girl was awake and so I didn't fall asleep til 1:30 and Bryan 2. Then at around 6, Pete started whining because he heard grama and grampa getting around. It wasn't cause he needed to go potty. No, he did that at 1. So until about 8 he relentlessly whined while we relentless shushed.

Saturday, my throat was still hurting but my headache was less severe. My mom and sisters showed up by lunch time so we finished watching Wipeout before heading to the kitchen for lunch. Grampa had something done in his right jaw a few days before and it was starting to swell into his throat. So that morning he went and got some antibiotics to help with it. After lunch, and after feeding Amelia, my mom and I went out to the dollar store and some rinkidink poor man's wally world. We found some Christmas presents and other little odds and ends. Needless to say, by the time we left I was feeling worse. My mom wasn't feeling so swift either. We got home and she ended up vomiting. I had a swollen, red throat that hurt when I would swallow. By the time it was evening I felt so horrible. I did manage to blog via Bryan's iPhone, hence the few odd words. Grampa's right side of his throat and jaw were still swollen and not getting any better.

Today, I hadn't slept well last night. My nose was terribly plugged and running. You know the one, super runny nose but you can't sniff it back in so it runs like water all down your face. Mm-mm. No one but grama went to church. I slept in til 9ish and mom til 10:30ish. So my throat isn't hurting but still a little swollen and now my voice is incredibly hoarse and funny sounding and my nose is still off/on stuffy. Grama decided she was going to take grampa into the hospital since his swelling only seemed worse so we went ahead and got ready to go.

Our sweet girl slept all through the trip, which was nice. I'm feeling a little better. Grampa got some stronger antibiotics. Mom got home and went to bed. We had a safe journey. It was nice to see everyone, in spite of illnesses. I've gotten three more gifts taken care of. And. all in all, we had a not so bad time. I can't complain because I got to see some of my fam. And they are great.

Another four hour journey in just two weeks.

I'm sick

Yup it's official. My throat got worse last night. It was subtle at first bow today I have a full blown sore and swollen throat. It hurts to swallow. And I'm starting to get some body aches. Not to mention that my mom just got sick...literally. Baby girlbis feeling clingy too. It wouldn't be so bad normally but I just feel poopy. Oh well. Maybe she's my medicine.

So, I'm gonna go and focus on swallowing with minimal pain. ::sigh::

I should get moving.

I have a headache today.

We're leaving for -New Market- today... possibly.
...depending on this headache of mine.

My daughter is the cutest.
She "talks" all the time -getting more and more vocal daily.
She even fakes coughs to get our attention.
It's cute.

I have to finish packing.

I want a nap.

Thursday already?

I'm gonna have to pack.
We're planning on heading down to my grandparents for the weekend. I'm excited because I don't think I've been down there since before Amelia was born. I miss it down there. That is if it doesn't snow.

Today I went out and bought a nice dress coat. I really needed one. Who wants to dress up really nice and then throw on a big, poofy, red snow coat? Not me. Makes me feel like I'm back in high school. Not quite sure why. I just seem to remember girls dressed up really nice for a dance or church and having a poofy coat on over it. Not so classy. And, I think I've been watching too much What Not to Wear. Good or bad? Who's to say but I did take their rules in finding a coat and I think I did a swell job. Tweed, sinches around the waist, chocolate brown. I think it's a good buy.

So having made it to Gordman's and Ulta, I get called back home to feed Amelia before I make it to Lemstone. Bryan has suggested pumping but I'm just not sure I'm ready to have her feed from a bottle rather than myself. It's a bond I'm not ready to share, I suppose.

I could.

I could kill our cat.
Last night, Chloe was starved for attention and started crawling all over Bryan and I as we were laying on the couch. Amelia was laying down next to me dozing off. Chloe kept meowing at me so I sent her over to Bryan but seeing as how that wasn't good enough for her she began crawling towards me onto Amelia. I tried picking Chloe up to throw her off the couch but she squirmed and for the second time, landing on Amelia this time scratching her forehead. She got deep enough to break the skin and Amelia woke up and starting screaming and crying. I could kill our cat.
Chloe knew she was in trouble. We kept her out of our room the entire night and this morning she would barely meow at me. I told her this is strike two. I know she didn't mean to but she hurt my baby. I know all of you mothers out there understand exactly.

I voted.

For Bob Barr that is. Basically like voting for McCain without the idiot sidekick, or keeping the troops in Iraq and.. he has a really cool mustache. Speaking of idiot.. I also voted to keep the constitution the same. I like the word there. It's straightforward. No bs (Baby Squirrels) about it. Plus it's just fun to have in a legal document. Why not?
That's it.. that's all my political ranting.
What else for today... Amelia has been waking up more often in the night. Plus it doesn't help that I'm really trying to get her to sleep in her bassinet. She keeps fussing when I put her in there so I have to pull her out and place her in our bed. It helps, plus I don't have to sit up and find her paci when she fusses. I just have to quickly locate it and pop it back in her mouth. However, she still seems to wake up every 15 minutes or so resulting in her cat napping which leaves me with a "tired" headache. You know the ones where it's a dull ache from the front of your forehead leading down into your tight shoulders. Mm-mm good fun.
I'm also suppose to be dieting. I haven't gone back to the Maker's Diet yet but I don't think I'm ready. It's a really hard diet that you have to be mentally prepared and willing to go into. But that means no chocolate for 4 weeks but also no, none, zero, zilch cake and or other sweets (except chocolate).
Bah.
I really do like the way I look even now after having Amelia, except for my baby belly. So, I'm trying to eat right and start exercising. Hopefully that will work in itself.
Bryan finished a big project with work yesterday. Someone wasn't doing their job right and costing the company face. So Bryan took it over, got it done and made his boss proud. Not only his boss but his wife. He's so smart and such a good, hard worker.
Anyway, that's all I've got for today. So, if you haven't already, get out there and vote.

It's a Monday...

And what a sorely boring day.
I did get bills paid, however. Oh yes. Who knew babies cost so much. We have over twenty five hundred dollars to pay just for having her. And I'd do it again!
So, since nothing exciting happened today, except for getting to spend sweet, sweet time with my baby, I will talk about yesterday's bon-fire.
It was great. The first of the season and we didn't take any pictures. I got to sit around and chat with Emily and Sheila. It was fun. Especially getting to reminisce about how much weight I gained with Amelia!
We sat around, ate s'mores, sang songs and chatted with everyone. It was a really good time.
Anyway, Bryan's done with work so I'm going to go and enjoy his company. Have a great night.

National Blog Posting Month

Annnnd, I've already missed a day. Let's see if that's the worst I can do.

So let's back up... Tuesday, Courtney came on up for a visit. She needed to get away for a bit. I don't blame her. Between losing her job, mom getting remarried to her ex amd him moving back in, she's under a lot of stress. Also, Amelia turned 6 weeks.
Wednesday, Court and I went shopping. She needed new clothes. Steve & Barry's is closing so we hit there first. After 3 hours of shopping we leave with her getting one shirt... I also got to feed Amelia in a changing room. Woo-hoo. Next we hit Target. Mainly because there was an office desk I was going to pick up. However, we started browsing the clothes and found a really cute blouse for Miss Thing. We got the desk and had some guys load it into the truck for us. Now, please tell me what kind of store doesn't carry come kind of twine, string, or zip ties of SOME kind to strap down a trunk?? So we drove home with the trunk flopping in the wind. Good times.
Thursday, Court and I went out again. This time to Gordman's. After some careful searching she walks away with 5 or 6 really cute tops and a rockin' new purse. I love it.. a little bit jealous. I also walked away with some really cute jeans. The FIRST jeans I've worn in MONTHS! I still have some baby weight and it will be a while before I can get into my pre-baby jeans but the ones I bought are awesome. Stacey and Clinton would be proud. After we left Gordman's we headed to Wally world for some groceries. We ran through the store since Amelia hadn't eaten in three hours, was still sleeping and was bound to wake up at any moment. She woke up a bit when we put her back in the car. Gave her her paci and out until we got home. Perfect timing. Gotta love it when that happens.
Friday, we chillaxed (haha.. that word is so dumb, I love it) at home. I got four loads of laundry done, pulled out my winter clothes and swapped them for my summer and maternity clothes. Come to find out, I'm in need of some winter tops. We waited for Bryan but he never made it down so we carved pumpkins on our own. The Pitts stopped by to show off the kid's costumes and they were soo cute. We passed out normal sized candy bars. It was fun to see the kids faces as they got to pick out a big ol' candy bar. We watched Sleepy Hallow (as scary as it gets for us) and ate lots of candy. Mm-mm.
Saturday, Courtney went home. I was sad but it was good to have her here for a bit plus I get to see her next weekend along with all the rest of my side of the family.
Today, I woke up thinking it was 9:30, rushing to get Bryan up when he reminded me of Daylight Savings.. duh. Chruch was good and soon we'll be heading over to the Pitts' for a bon fire. I'm excited. I've been needing a good fire.
So, does this make up for not posting yesterday?

The importance of a well-stocked diaper bag.

Friday night we brought Bryan's brother, Bruce, home by train for their mom's birthday.
So today we returned him to the track for his journey home.
Since the train was around 40 minutes late on Friday, we expected the same today
so Bruce called to clarify so we wouldn't be sitting at the train station for another 40 minutes.
The train was running 48 minutes late so we all slept in and left accordingly.
Turned out that once we got there the train was running an additional 50 minutes behind.
So we sat.
And waited.
Which was fine cause we got to hang out with Bruce for a little bit longer
before he was gone for another month.

Well, Amelia started farting but the poor thing had been constipated for days.
So as Bryan is holding her, and she's farting, she starts to poo.
Bryan let's me know this and that she's on the verge of a blow out.
The diaper bag was out in the car because, going in to the station,
we thought we'd be there for only a few minutes.
I went out to get it and when I returned Bryan informed me that she had had destroyed her diaper.
So, Bryan goes to stand and out comes a lot of baby pee ... and onto Bryan's pants.
Not just onto his pants but on the crotch of his pants.
Oh yes.
So, Bryan lays her down and undresses her to change her diaper.
Not only is she wet but she has liquid baby poo all over.
Her diaper is filled.
Her onsie- white- is soiled.
And the inside of her duckie outfit is covered in a nice mustard-colored layer.
To make matters worse, we only had two wipes left,
and I had forgotten to put a replacement outfit in the diaper bag.
::sigh::

Yes. This was our day. And yet, it was still a good day.

Recently...

Let's see.. what's been going on with me...
Not much. Ha. Probably why I haven't blogged.

Amelia is doing really well. Other than her pumpkin being stolen (which I have replaced) and being quite constipated (well, not anymore because of her huge blowout last night), she is happy as a clam, growing splendidly (already in her 0-3 months) and outdoing the norms (she's becoming better at reaching her goal of turning over -whether she actually understands what she's doing or not).
She has also discovered a paci that she will take. One that is nipple-like in form and reads "precious" on the front. A little silly for me but, hey, she enjoys it. She also has a fun game that she likes to play with dad: sucking on her paci for a few minutes before spitting it out then grunting until daddy puts it back in so the game may start all over.
Her and I very much enjoy our days together and when she's not with me but upstairs with dad in her swing, I find myself missing her very much. It's funny to me because when she's downstairs with me I can't get much if anything done, but when she's upstairs allowing me time for things, such as chores or errands, I miss her. I miss her and long to hold her even it if means back to not getting anything done. How long will she stay this little anyway? Not long from the looks of her eating habits :)
What else? She is quite the talker.. er.. grunter/cooer. I guess that's talking, eh? They are the cutest little noises. I've also noticed these funny little characteristics about her that she gathered from us. For instance, she will spread her toes with the three in the middle remaining close to each other or she'll curl all but her big toe under, these both she got from dad.

As for me... well, I finished a scrapbook. The first year of Bryan's life that we'll be giving to his mom for -a- special occasion. Not sure which one, yet but we'll decide. Her birthday is on Sunday but Christmas is coming up- even though it feels like a Mother's day gift. What do you guys think?
The house seems to get messier a lot quicker. I'm sure it'll be worse when Amelia is contributing purposely. It's not like the dirty diapers or "destroyed" clothing is left on, well, everything by her. Oh well. I am now a mother and I have learned how to clean a room in 5 minutes. I've gotten very good at it.
Had a follow-up doctor's appointment today. He said I've healed really well and I'm looking good. Speaking of, they had to weigh me when I got there and I've already lost 30lbs of the baby weight! Wha-hoo. Only X amount left to go. You didn't think I was actually going to say how much I put on, did you??? Ha.
Bryan and I have decided that it's time to get my craft area up and going, so Keith has offered to help Bryan make a desk and shelves for me and all of my crafty goodness. I'm very excited. Right now I'm just trying to figure out exactly what I would like for them to make.
Last thing.. I need to go on a "spending money" diet. I've spent more than I probably should have these last couple of weeks. So back to an allowance.. boo.

Anyway, that's really all I've got. I'll try to have more exciting things to talk about next time. Have a good weekend!

More ridiculousness

Today after church, Bryan and I were relaxing at home when I heard someone step onto our porch. I told Bryan and he got up to look out the window but he didn't see anyone. So we went back to watching TV. Later on we were heading out to our friends house when I noticed that one of our three pumpkins were missing.

What the...

Someone came onto our porch and took our pumpkin. Amelia's first pumpkin. Yup, that was her first pumpkin and someone swiped it. And it wasn't cheap either.. not that that's the main factor ...but still!
Needless to say, we were pretty angry.

My baby is 1 month old today!

Amelia's a few pounds heavier,
a few inches longer,
holding her head up more,
more awake and alert,
focuses on us better,
is a really good eater
and still as sweet as can be.

She's so wonderful-
we feel blessed to have her everyday.

I've got to blog this ridiculousness

So, I went to Hy-Vee and I grabbed a cart next to my car so I could pick up some pumpkins on my way inside. They have these new carts that are uber huge. They're like double wide and even taller. So, I grab that and then start picking out pumpkins. As I'm doing this the cart keeps drifting toward the road. After having placed two pumpkins in the cart and working on the third the cart decides it misses the road to much, falls off the curb and lands on it's side. I am still not suppose to be lifting anything heavy, which this cart is, along with two pumpkins, which both were. So as I am trying to pick this very heavy cart off the road, oh.. roughly twenty or so people pass by me.. staring.
"Yeah, you dog-gone, good for nothings! Watch this poor woman as she struggles to lift a very large cart off the side of the road as it continues to cling to two equally large pumkins! Go on. Keep walking.. you stinkin', frinkin' frackin.. grumble, grumble, grumble." Ok I wasn't mad.. just annoyed.
So, I'm lifting, or at least attempting it and finally this redneck type guy stops and asks:
RG: Do you got that?
Me: Nope.
RG: Well at least you're honest.
He comes over and helps me lift it. While people still continue watching. Good gravy.
That's my story for the day.

have a good one!

Story time

So this morning, I had Bryan change Amelia's diaper since I was so tired from getting up to feed her in the night. I had just finished feeding her and Bryan wasn't changing her quick enough. Amelia started out by farting continuously. Laughing, Bryan reminded me that she IS my daughter. So then she started by peeing on Bryan. Then as Bryan went to get a new outfit she pooed all over her old diaper and receiving blanket. I'm sitting there laughing as Bryan walks back in to find her new presents for daddy. Then she starts peeing again. I'm rolling. Bryan's laughing although beside himself with all of the waste being expelled from this tiny person. Finally we get her changed. But not before getting her a new diaper, new outfit and new receiving blanket.
I love my little poo monster.

I have no words

This morning my mom calls me and sounds very upset. Asking what is wrong she asked that we not allow Amelia to sleep on our bed anymore. I had been bringing Amelia onto the bed at night to feed her and rest at the same time. So my mom is crying asking us not to do this anymore. Of course, I'm like, "sure.. not a problem." But I had to ask what was wrong.
Through tears she tells me that her co-worker accidentally smothered her 3 month old on the couch. Turns out she was lying on the couch with her son sleeping on her chest. She didn't mean to fall asleep but when she did her son slipped off of her into the crack between her and the couch with his head down. It had only been a few minutes because his body was still warm but she couldn't revive him.
After I got off the phone with her I went and kissed and hugged Amelia a ton of times. I feel so heart-broken for this mom. It's completely devastating, so if you all could keep her in your prayers. I don't know how she will deal with this, so if you would, pray for God to bring her comfort. Her name is Misty.

Trip to the hospital

We just missed it so much we went back for a visit!
Ok, not so much.
Monday night/Tuesday morning, Amelia felt really warm. So I stripped her of her sleep blanket down to her onsie, fed her and went back to sleep. A couple of hours later I woke to her fussing for food and felt that she was still really warm. So I fed her then checked her temp. 101.7 according to our stupid slow thermometer. In to the hospital we went at five in the morning.
I figured they would think I was some over-protective mom, give us some Tylenol and send us home, but they said to bring her in if her temp was ever over 100.4. We ended up having a ton of doctors/nurses/residents take a look at Amelia and ask us the same ten questions over and over again. Finally a doctor wanted to run all the tests needed done on her. They drew blood, pricked her foot, stick an IV in her little hand, did a lumbar puncture and chest x-ray. It was awful. We had never heard her cry like she did. I think I cried about as much as she did.
We were moved to a room by 8:30. Bryan's mom came to help out, let me sleep, and so forth. Amelia had to have wires to monitor her heart, breathing and oxygen levels. By 5 my grandparents showed up and only 10 minutes after my mom and younger sister showed up as well. I ended up letting my grama hold her that night, but only her so Amelia wouldn't become sore from passing off. Most of the tests came back and they were negative but we had to wait til morning to hear about the blood cultures. They were testing for some of the more serious illnesses like menengitis.
They continued taking her temp and it went down to normal. We just needed it to stay that way. She sure did like the grape Tylenol, though. It was pretty cute. Her face would go from an "Oh, what in the world..." to a "...mmm... I think I could get used to this..."
The night was a little rough from lack of sleep and all the wires getting in the way of trying to feed her. Having to manuvre the stinkin' things around or risk the dang things beepin' annoyingly.
Wednesday morning the preliminary blood tests came back negative but we still had to wait for the final results plus they wanted to continue giving her antibiotics just to be sure. So this time grampa got to hold her and he said a blessing on her. It was sweet. They grandparents had to get going back home since they have livestock but my mom and sister stuck around. Sarah ended up staying with me last night to help with Amelia but I ended up letting her sleep instead.
So this morning all the tests came back and they were all negative, Praise the Lord, and her temp had gone down and stayed down. They don't mess around, they want to be sure with babies so young since they are really susceptible to such illnesses.
So about nine this morning we were finally discharged and are now home. It's very nice. And Amelia is doing very well.. in spite of the stinkin' cat waking her up only 30 minutes into her nap.. That did not make for a happy baby which in turn did not make for a happy mom. But nontheless it's good to be home.
Sarah is here for a night while my mom is in Dubuke for a work retreat. She'll be back tomorrow then they'll head home on Saturday. It's always nice to have family here.
Anyway, I just wanted to update. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. We can't tell you how much we appreciat(ed) it.

...I'm a mom...

wow.

I've been home now from the hospital for a week -but it feels like so long ago. It has been such a whirlwind of an experience.
Right now, my daughter is lying on my lap fast asleep. She is a mommy's girl. She immediately knows when it's me. However, she does love her daddy.
I tried putting her in her bassinet and she woke up and became fussy. I know she needs to get used to it but I can't help it when she looks up at me with those sweetest eyes. She's beautiful, and wonderful, and charming.
From day one, I've had a hard time parting from her. Even when it was for sleep. And then when I came home I would have a hard time leaving the room. I'm OK if someone wants to hold her for a little bit as long as they stay close- even the grandmas. I do miss when being pregnant she was with me every moment. So now there's a little separation anxiety.
The first few nights home, about eight o'clock when I would become very tired, I would start sobbing. Probably not what you think- it was about how in love I am, how she'll grow up too fast, how one day I'll have to part with her. Then all the worries of someone harming her, serious illness or injury, not being a good enough mom and the like.
Come Monday morning, I had one more sob fest and that's when I just had to give it up to God knowing that I couldn't carry such thoughts. Why worry?
So here are a few of my new favorite things:

• the way daddy adores his daughter
• how she snuggles into my neck
• that I can soothe her just by taking her into my arms
• her tiny little hands and feet
• the faces she makes while she sleeps
• her sneezes
• that I can see both Bryan and myself in her little features
  
• her big bright eyes
• how she stretches and the face she makes
  
• the snorting noises she makes when she's hungry
• her squeaks
• when she snores
• her leaky right eye
  
• that she can't get enough of mommy

I am blessed

Welcome to the world, Amelia.

Amelia Sue
7 pounds exact
19 inches long
September 16 at 3:37 am

I'll update for you all but it will probably be the quicker version. We're still in the hospital and will be until Friday morning.
Here's the story:

Monday, after the doctor's appointment, I went home and contractions started becoming a little more frequent and more painful. By 20 til 5 they were 3 minutes apart for a half an hour. I called out to Bryan telling him it was time and so we left. We got to the Baby Center at about 5 and was having strong consistent contractions. After two hours they decided to admit us. Contractions were at an 8 out of 10 and I was beginning to cry. They moved us to our new room and they were now at a 10. I was sobbing. I asked for an epidural and my (very kind) regular doctor said to get me out of my misery although I was still at 1.5 cm dilated and 80% effaced. Got the epidural, which was amazing, at about 10 and the only thing that hurt about it was the tape coming off. Owie. Rested for an hour and a half, happily, checked me again and I was now at 7.5 cm dilated. Relief. He broke my water which was an extremely weird feeling. They waited until I was complete and then I started pushing. I prayed throughout pushing for our safety. I was pushing fine but Amelia wasn't moving too much. They could see her in the canal but she just wasn't progressing. The doc was getting worried because her heart rate kept dropping from 180 to 70. It fortunately kept going back up but the doc wasn't going to keep it up because he didn't want her becoming stressed. He said it might come down to a c-section. I pushed one last set and she just wouldn't budge. C-section. I was scared but remained calm. I would do whatever it took to keep our baby safe. I prayed it wouldn't come down to one but since it had I again prayed for our safety. I just wanted my baby safe. We went into surgery and I could feel him tugging at her. It didn't hurt, it was just weird. Bryan got to see her pop out and said she was bright eyed. They brought her to me and I got to see that beautiful little face. They gave me more drugs and I was out for the closures. After they were finished they woke me back up and got me ready for recovery. Bryan went and showed his parents and my mom (the brand new, proud grandparents) the pictures. Amelia stayed with me and we bonded. It was pretty amazing. The rest of the morning/day I was pretty delerious, in and out of consciousness and getting to feed ...and it was great. She is the most wonderful, beautiful creature I have ever seen.
Praise God for He is good.
Thank you all who have been praying for us. We are recovering and ridiculously happy.

:: Just to let you know ::

I could not sleep last night, or at least well, and I didn't fall asleep until around one. Waking up quite frequently within each hour from intense menstrual cramps, I finally got up at a quarter til 5 to eat something and walk around. Since menstrual cramps are a possible sign of labor on it's way, I was hopeful. In pain but hopeful.
This is the first time when having possible signs of labor that I was ready. Each time before I would become a little panicked not quite ready to give up being pregnant, but last night I was ready. I kept thinking, "Alright, let's get this started."
I ate a small bowl of cereal to calm the crabbiness of my empty stomach and then tried to go back to bed. But since I was still in pain and rolling around, I came out to the couch so as not to wake Bryan up. I thought that if I were going to go into labor soon I wanted my main support to be well rested.
This morning I didn't go to church because of the cramping and pain and whatnot. And throughout today I have been continuously having these pains which I think may have turned into labor pains. Quite painful, I tell ya.
I'm hoping that it's getting close, but I thought I would let you all know just in case I don't blog for a few days. Then again I may blog tomorrow telling you nothing has happened.
We'll see.

Same Ol'

Doc says I'm still at 1cm dilated.
He jokingly said, "You have a crappy cervix."
I laughed cause so I do.
He STM once again and this time it friggin hurt... a ton.
I think he was trying to do as much as he could since it was the third time-
but still.
He also said that since I'm still only 1cm he couldn't induce me
and can't until I'm further along.
So I go back in again on Monday to see where I'm at and then we'll talk.
It turns out my mom has a "crappy cervix" as well.
She had to be induced with all three of us girls two weeks after our due date.
*Sigh
I'll let him know that the next time I see him.
I told the doc about how after the last time I was in and he STM I felt really off the rest of the day.
And then that evening I got sick and threw up.
His answer: an optomistic "Good!"
He said that when he hears that it usually means labor isn't too far behind.

So after my appointment, I felt a little off.
I had to pee when I got down to the main lobby and found I was spotting a bit.
I was going to go to some stores to look for a crib bumper
but as I got to the car and was sitting talking to Bryan, I felt stranger.
He told me to come on home and so I did.
It must have really taken it out of me because I just needed to lie down and possibly sleep.
-which I did.
The BH I've been having seem different now.
I also have this "band" of pain that wraps around my lower back into my lower belly.
And I really feel like she's been pressing more on my cervix.

Anyway, that's the news.
We're hoping that these are some good signs
and that she may like the sound of coming on her due date.
That would be spectacular.

Still pregnant with baby

So, yes. No baby.
At least not yet anyway.
And at least not outside of the womb.
So, tomorrow I go back into see the doc.,
and he'll try STM one last time.
Friday is my due date so let's hope
that this baby knows that and she's planning on it ;)
Here's hopin' anyway.

Oh.. and full moon isn't until Monday..
which is when he plans on inducing me.

Weekend Recap and Dr. News

Last Friday-- My Birthday!!
Woke up and Bryan and I went to see the Dr. at 10.

• He checked my dialation -1cm still
• Effaced at 60%
• And stripped my membranes -which hurt :(
• He had to do it twice cause I kept scooching my butt away... can you blame me???

Went home and I got my birthday present from Grama and Grampa (I got one from Mom the day before). Then, I got my took a nap but only got an hour.

• I heard knocking on the screen door that was locked.
• I figured if they really cared they'd call Bryan.
• Heard the phone ring.
• Bryan came down and answered the door.
• Told me I had a visitor.
• I jokingly told him to tell them to go away.
• It turned out it was my younger sister, Sarah, coming to surprise me for my birthday since I couldn't go home to see anyone.
• (Bryan kept this a secret...)
  

Got up and hung out with Sarah until 4:30 when my mom-in-law and Bryan's sister-in-law showed up.

• We headed out for my surprise gift.
• I had a hunch but didn't want to ruin the surprise so I didn't say anything to anyone.
• Turned out my hunch was correct and we were headed to a nail salon.
• I got a mani and pedi.
• The pedicure was AMAZING.
• My mom-in-law is wonderful.
• I thanked her repeatedly and told her that it was exactly what I needed... especially since I can't reach my toes.
  
• (Bryan kept this a secret, too...)
  

We got to the in-laws house late for dinner because this nail salon doesn't know what an appointment is and it took us an hour longer than we planned for. However...

• I walked in to find the Pitts (yay!)
• (which Bryan kept a secret as well!! Good job, Bryan!)
  
• even though Bruce didn't get to be there (boo...)
• We had an awesome meal and just as awesome dessert (mmm)
• And I got a $25 gift card (from the Pitts) to Michaels.
• Our bassinet was there so we got to take it home, it's lovely.
• We hung around chatting until 10.
  

On Saturday, Sarah and I went to Michaels. The gift card was burning a hole in my pocket. I bought some more stuff to finish Bryan's mom's birthday present. Then we stopped at Village Inn to buy a pie with the gift card Sarah gave to me to curve my cravings of pie. We got to hang out and eat until 7 when Sarah had to take off for home.
On Sunday, Bryan and I went to the church potluck then came home to relax.
So... today, I went back to the Dr. for another appointment. He wanted me to come back in if I hadn't gone into labor from him stripping the membranes on Friday. So, in I went. He checked me and I'm still 1 cm dialated, 60% effaced and he stripped the membranes once again. He said for me to come in again on Thursday if nothing has happened. He'll try stripping the membranes one last time and if there is still nothing then he'll put me on the list to induce me on Monday.
So now I'm praying that I will go into labor here sometime this week. I am praying for God's will and His timing but I've heard that inducing can be way more painful than just doing everything naturally. So hopefully His will is this week... *sigh.
What is funny is that both my mom and grama said that the moon has changed and it should be a full moon tonight. They say that's when all the babies are born... ha.. we'll see.

Cleaning for a cause...

...the cause being-
Trying to get this baby out!

Ok, so I love this kid,
I've loved being pregnant,
but I'm ready.
Ready for whatever pain labor brings,
ready for crying and feedings and changings and burpings and bathings,
ready for God's timing to be here.

The laundry needs done
but we're almost packed,
we've got almost all that we need
to bring the baby home.

At this point, I don't care if the baby is born on my birthday.
Just one more reason to celebrate.

Can't sleep.

Night two of not being able to sleep.

First-
Saturday, Bryan and I were just hanging out.
At about 4pm I was sitting on the couch when I got this painful contraction.
It hurt around my lower back into my front and down my legs.
I couldn't move and I had to breathe through it.
Then at 3am, I woke to another contraction.
This one much more painful and I had to remember to breathe through it.

Sunday, I took a nap after church because I just couldn't stay awake.
I slept for a good couple of hours.
We went to Keith and Emily's to hang out for the evening.
Got home about 10:40 and I was beat.
Went to bed.
Then, in a timely fashion, proceeded to wake every hour.
Literally. Every hour.
I remember looking at the clock at each new number.
Whenever I can't sleep like this, I can usually fully fall asleep towards 5 or 6.
Not that night.
Not until 8:30, when I slept until 10.

Monday, no nap.
I wanted to sleep tonight.
Struggled to stay awake all day.
Braxton Hicks all day.
Went to bed about 10:30.
Slept until 12:30, waking up to a Braxton Hicks and needing to pee.
Went back to bed and continued waking up to Braxton Hicks every 15, 40, 30, and 25 minutes.
Officially awake at 2:30, I got up and here I am.

...I really want to sleep....


When can I have this baby?
Not that sleeping gets any better but at least the Braxton Hicks will stop.
I am so taking a nap tomorrow.

So much anxiety.

I know it must be getting close to delivery because my mind is more of a blinding jumbled mess of worries rather than focusing and dealing with one at a time.

Worry #1
Today, a few people are saying that they think I'm having a boy.
What?? Are you kidding me??
So during church I kept thinking:
People think I'm carrying like a boy.
I've heard that boys weigh more than girls at birth.
I thought I was having a boy originally.
What if the ultrasound tech was wrong??
I've heard too many stories of people expecting one and getting another.
If it is a boy, I've already got the room set up for a girl,
I have tons of girl clothes,
the name is picked out,
I've made decorations for a girl.
My mind and heart are already set on a girl.
What if it's a boy??

So, first, I've decided, next time we're not finding out the sex.
Two, if we ever decide to find out again, we're getting a fluid test for certainty.
I kind of wish they could do one more ultrasound (even this soon) just so if the baby were to be a boy I could prepare mentally and literally -changing the room, buying boy stuff, etc.
And three, if it is a boy I would really be happy either way. We just want the baby healthy. It's just difficult being told one and getting your heart set on that with the thought of a little bit of "plumbing" having been missed.

Worry #2
Yesterday, we went to birthing classes. Although they were very informative and helpful, watching a baby coming into the world has a tendency to freak a soon-to-be mom out! How in the world does a woman's vagina come back from something like that!?!! I've always understood how labor and birth works but to see it when it's going to happen very soon is incredibly disconcerting.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
Like my mom said to me today: "...remember labor can't be THAT bad or each woman would only have one child!!!!"
She's had three. I can at least do one.

Worry #3
It's also kind of frustrating wondering when it will happen. And since I've never done this before it's hard to tell what my body is doing/saying. I'm showing plenty of signs that it could be very soon but at the same time I'm not due for another 2 weeks and 5 days. I know it's a guesstimate but still, Dr.'s have to somewhat know what they are talking about. I just wish they would check me already!
I feel like I'm ready to have this baby. I want to have this baby. I'm excited to have this baby but then I remember labor.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

In spite of you possibly thinking that I'm totally not ready and am unprepared for this (you're probably not- well let's hope that you're not anyway), I'm actually the opposite. I couldn't be more (than anything) excited, (as) ready (as I can be) and (somewhat) prepared.
Just a first time soon-to-be mom.

I thought I'd blog since Bryan is taking forever to finish up work.

I had another Dr. appointment today. He was suppose to check if I'm dilating any but didn't for some reason or another. My mom, mom-in-law and grama are all kind of bummed and worried that he hasn't checked me for dilation yet. I'm a little frustrated too.
He also measured my belly and said I was measuring at 38 weeks when I'm 37 today. That's the second time in a row my belly measured a week larger. He also said we're looking at a 7.5 to an 8.5 pound baby... eek! I'm praying really hard that we won't end up looking at a c-section. I really don't want to have to go that route. And I'm really scared and nervous about it.

Btw, God is good.

Our house looks like a baby store vomited.

I asked Bryan to empty out the baby's room so I could organize it. Emily has been wonderfully giving us bags of baby clothes and other items. Then Keith and Em had a garage sale which we ended up taking more stuff that they were happily giving away.
So now our dining room is FULL of baby items.
A boppy, a swing, baby tubs, decorations, and lots and lots of baby clothes, blankets and what not.
It's insane.
At least it's getting somewhat organized.

Weekly visit

Today I had another Dr. appointment. This time with a different doc because my regular is on vacation. He seemed nice enough.
Checked for strep, then he measured my belly. Then he checked the position of the baby- she's in position. Yay. Then he told me that she feels like she's about 6-7 pounds. So maybe an 8 pound baby ...eek! I'm hoping he's really off. Or that I'm further along than they thought. Something!!
I can feel her squirming around in there. It feels like she's trying to push her way out and sometimes it can be painful. Just a little and not for long. But still.
I'm also having Braxton Hicks contractions. They are crazily all over the place. I did get a little worried the other night when they were at 5 minutes apart but then they went back to 30 minutes and an hour or so apart. They don't hurt but they are certainly tight.
I gotta tell ya, I love being pregnant but I'm ready to meet this little one.
Especially before she gets any bigger...

I want to ride my bicycle...I want to ride it where I like.

However, I can't.
Bryan and I have just recently discovered that my bike is missing from the garage. Nothing else. Just my brand new, only been ridden three times, first bike since I was 7, Schwinn bicycle.
Yeah it sucks.

My mom and sis, Court, were here this weekend. We were planning on getting the baby's room together but the weekend was so hectic that we only managed to go to target to pick up a few more necessities for the babe. However, that in itself was very helpful. I really don't know what I'm doing. So, it's nice to have a mom, especially my own, help me get more ready.
The only thing is that I'm afraid to wash anything girlie just-in-case. It's silly, I know. I would just feel so bad if we were all ready for a little girl to bring home and we have a little boy. However, my grama keeps dreaming of a little redheaded girl and no boys. So that does make me feel a little better.
The other thing is that we picked up wooden letters spelling the name "Amelia" and my fear is that she'll come out and won't look like an "Amelia." But I went ahead and decorated them anyway. If worse comes to worse, I'll just go buy new letters. Oh well, right? It'll all work out in the end.
I've also officially hit a wall again. I've gotten really tired and I just don't want to do a whole lot. Both my mom and grama said that that happens and then women will get a burst of nesting one more time right before the baby comes. But I did clean up my craft stuff and cleaned our bedroom today. Now I want to do the baby's room but I'm waiting for some more energy to appear.

My mom is officially single. Good riddance to that guy. He's not on my good list. I'm just glad it's over. My mom can move on and actually be happy, we can all forget about him and our baby won't have to ever know him.

My brother-in-law is officially married. It's weird and not in the same. I'm very happy for him but also that the whole wedding thing is over. It's been so hectic around here that I almost forgot about our anniversary on the 3rd and my birthday is coming up here on the 5th. Plus the baby has been kind of at the top of my thought list. Who can blame me, right?

Anniversary weekend

I should probably blog about our Babymoon before I forget it all.

Thursday night we decided to camp out. Bryan set up the tent and I took the very hard task of blowing up the air mattress. Then Bryan worked on the campfire and it took the poor guy for-ev-er because he didn't have any starter wood. After much determination he did it and we had some very tasty hotdogs. Then we roasted some marshmallows and had ourselves some s'mores. I think I had three... But they were gooood.
We were planning on staying out in the tent but we were both sweating.. Bryan really bad -dripping in fact. So we decided to call it a night and head inside to the air conditioning. Cheating, I know. But that's the beauty of camping in the back yard.

Friday, we slept in... 'til 10. It was great. We then lounged around until 4 when we went to see The Dark Knight. It was amazing. I can see why they are talking about giving Heath Ledger an award post-humusly.
For the evening we played nintendo and then went out to the tent. It was a gorgeous night so we couldn't pass it up.
I didn't sleep great. It's hard to sleep on an air mattress when you're pregnant and you just keeping sinking towards the middle. Bryan offered that we go inside but I refused cause I wanted to "rough it." I can do it otherwise so I was bound and determined to do it while being pregnant.

Saturday, we slept in and then took our time getting up and around so we didn't ge to Potter's Obsession until about 12:30. I started with a plate and Bryan a beer mug. I asked him what he was going to do with a beer mug since we don't drink and he responded with "It will hold a lot of anything." Meaning soda.
I finished earlier than Bryan so I decided to get a mug and saucer set. I'm excited to see how they'll turn out.
Then about 5:30 we headed out to a friend's large pond and went a'fishin'. Bryan caught a small bass. I was very proud of him. However, I didn't catch anything. I was a little bummed but I love fishing so it really didn't matter. Pete and a deer had a little run-in. They didn't quite hit it off.

Sunday, our 4th anniversary, we slept in a bit then headed to the Amanas for lunch. We ate at the Ronneburg which was really good. That is some really good German food. Afterwards we walked around and enjoyed the cute little shops for a while before the heat got to be too much and we headed to IC.
Bryan got a new baseball cap and I got to go to a maternity store. Lo-o-oved it. I bought the first outfit I tried on cause it was awesome. I wish I had known about this store since I started growing a bump.
We headed home and relaxed the rest of the night.

It was a grand ol' time.

Baby Moon

Today I felt our baby get the hiccups for the first time. It was the sweetest little hiccup I've ever felt.
I've learned to cherish every moment that I feel her squirm, wriggle, stretch or shift. I love her more than I can say I've felt for anyone whom I haven't even met.
And I've also realized that this truly is an amazing time. I'm truly appreciating it. She really makes all the tough stuff about being pregnant go away. Especially those darned stretch marks. I find that it's all worth it. My mom bears hers for me, so why not I bear mine for my own. Sounds like a plan.

Tonight starts our Babymoon. Our 4 year anniversary is on Sunday and we figured that this is our one last anniversary without kids. So we're going to make the most of it. Events go from tonight to Monday afternoon (when the cable guy will show up). We'll try to take pictures of our little rondevous to record this event.
The PG stuff anyway ;)



And a very happy anniversary of 9 years to Keith and Emily.
Congrats!

Baby Shower

Saturday I went to my baby shower. It was wonderful. The cutest little event.
Emily started us off by playing a couple of games. I sucked at it but it was still fun.
Then we cut the cake which was very tasty. The punch was also very good. Pink even! We sat around and chatted as we ate or rather enjoyed. We talked about what we'll be naming the baby when she finally arrives.
Then it was devotion time. Emily read from one of her favorite books 1001 Things It Takes To Be A Great Mom. As she was reading a few of her favorites she started to cry which made the rest of us at least tear up if not cry right along with her. Then she prayed for Bryan, the baby and I and it was a beautiful prayer. I told Bryan about it later that night and just how touched I was by it.
I love that girl.
Then it was present time. I took my time unwrapping and enjoying it gift as it came. We got incredibly sweet gifts. Every thing was so lovely.
We received three crocheted blankets. I love crocheted blankets, I always think that they mean more because the person put a lot of time and effort into them.
And this diaper bag that we received from my mom-in-law is SO cute. I'm excited for it. She told me that I was more than welcome to return it for one of the bags that I had originally picket out but I told her that she wouldn't believe how long it took me to find something that was decent without spending an arm and a leg. Plus she got me one with lots of pockets so it's perfect.
After the presents we played one more game which we ALL sucked at and ended up giving up in the end. It was really hard but still it was fun.
So thank you Miss Emily and Miss Rachel for a wonderful party. I am so grateful of it and of these two ladies.

After the party the in-laws came to our house to eat and see the new place since we've moved in. My mom-in-law said that all of our stuff looked like it was made specifically for this house. They really liked it and just thought it was great.
We sat around and talked for a while then the men went out and grilled and us women stayed in a rested. All the while we were talking.
Dinner was awesome. Everything tasted wonderful and we had sweet corn which was SOOOO good. I could eat that every day I think.
They stayed until about 8:30 before heading home. It was really nice to hang out with them.

Anyway, today I have a lot to do and I haven't started on any of it. I'm feeling lazy but it's gotta get done... after I nap.
I'm pregnant. I can do that. :)

I'm starting to dread bed time

The beginning of the week didn't start out so hot. Something had happened this last weekend that really upset me. But because of my wonderful husband, I feel vindicated and much relieved. It ended up taking a lot of hurt off my shoulders. Praise God.
Today, I went and got my hair cut for the first time since February? I had to wait around the mall for an hour and a half, bah. I needed my hair cut but it turned out I didn't need much taken off since I've taken such good care of my hair. But it was nice to straighten it out, cut off anything that was bad as well as getting rid of some of the old color. My hair is almost back to it's good ol' brunette self.

In other news:
I'm growing more and more uncomfortable. Especially in once relaxing positions and places such as the couch, the floor, and our bed. We have a full size bed which was great when it was just the two of us. I could roll over comfortably, sleep on my stomach/side, breathe. Even when our cat insisted on sleeping right next to me on the edge of the bed. No problem. Now it feels like I flop from one side to another, not fully falling asleep until 2 in the morning and am having to attempt kicking our cat out of the way. Which she refuses but ends up at my feet anyway.
I'm also seemingly not giving her enough attention nor am I allowing her to do things I once allowed her to (i.e. laying on the table). This, in turn, causes her to urinate on the open and unfortunately available things in my craft area. But this is neither here nor there. Back to not sleeping well.
So if you know me well, you would know that I am a worrier. Not about things financially, because I know that God will truly provide, but of things of flesh.
The last few nights I have lied next to my husband as he sleeps and began worrying about things I cannot have any possibility of controlling. Mostly losing him. The thought horrifies me. Horrifying being an understatement.
I'm such a worry wart.

Do Not Worry
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"
Matthew 6:25-27

Anyway, I don't have much else to say because I am so exhausted. Plus the baby is rumbling around like Tarzan on caffeine.
Good night... hopefully.

Date Night

Last night Bryan took me on a date. I was very excited.
We went to get our tickets at 5:30 at the Galaxy 16
for Dark Night at 8:30
but they were sold out until 11:30 :(
Bryan got us tickets to Get Smart instead at 8.
We headed back to Granite City
where we waited for a table for 45 minutes...
We were told only 20-30 minutes.
So we didn't get to just sit and talk for as long as
we would have wanted to but it was still fun.
The food was amazing.
I forgot how good it is.
Bryan ordered a pizza -yum
and I got a very tasty sandwich.
Then we headed to the theater
which we saw massive lines for the Dark Night.
It kind of made us glad we didn't have to wait in line
but got to go straight to our seats.
Well Bryan did,
I, on the other hand, had to go to the bathroom..
surprise surprise ;)
So when I got in there Bryan had sat in our favorite row
but with one seat on each side of him
forcing me to sit next to one of two really big guys.
I didn't mind until the one I did decide to sit next to
went and bought him and his wife
a fried food platter supreme extra with a side of heart attack.
At first it smelled kind of good but after a while
the stench of his hot dog with extra relish
and potato oles started to get to me.
I actually thought that I might throw up.
So I moved to the other side of Bryan.
Much better.
The movie was awesome.
Steve Carrell is really funny.
There were so many lines that had us laughing
that we couldn't remember them all.
The only sad part about the night,
other than it ending,
is that Bryan and I were both yawning our way home...
at 10 o'clock.
We're officially old.

Turkey's (almost) done

I had a dream this morning that my belly button popped out. I apologize to all you squeamish but it really does happen towards the end of the pregnancy.
However, in my dream it looked really weird and I could stick it out and suck it back in. I'm pretty sure you can't do that in real life.
This hasn't yet happened to me but I feel it's getting close.
The vast space in my belly button has closed in on itself so much that there's not much left to go. And my skin feels like it's being cut into shreds as I grow even bigger and endure the horrendous curse of stretch marks. It makes me sad.
The baby is getting so big that I can feel her even if she's just getting comfortable. People are getting the chance to feel her as well.
This weekend, I was sitting with my family watching TV and feeling the baby kick and hit, yes TWO places. So my baby sister tells me not to be selfish with a laughter in her voice and asks to feel. So I offer the "hands" side to her and ask my other sister if she would like to feel as well. She got the "feet" side. It's funny to me how much Courtney wants to feel the baby. I don't mind, I just didn't think she would always jump at the chance whenever the baby was moving.
Grama also got to feel the baby -for the first time. She was pretty excited.
So the baby has her quieter days and others she won't stop kicking my in the ribs. I have a hard time bending over because that leaves less room for the baby and then a kick to my side. For such a tiny thing (four pounds at the moment) it feels like she could crack one.
I'm not even that big but since I'm having a harder time bending over that means a harder time getting up. So, yes, rolling or having someone help me off -even the couch.
What's funny to me is that in spite of the difficulties -the punching, the stretch marks, the rolling- I still very much enjoy being pregnant. Yeah, I have days where I'm just too excited and can't wait to meet this tiny person or others where I start to freak out that I'll be a mom here soon and maybe I'm not ready for it, but I truly enjoy being pregnant. Knowing that there is this wonderful little person, this creation that God has allowed Bryan and I to be apart of, trusting us to care and nurture this baby, is somewhat miraculous. And scary.
So I guess that I can and cannot wait. For everything.