Blog Slacker

Maybe I can chalk that up to pregnancy exhaustion, I still have energy but whenever I sit down at the computer in the evenings my brain turns to mush and I can’t think of anything interesting to write about. I never claimed to be much of a writer.
I did go to Colorado 2 weeks ago to visit my family. It was a good time! It was fun to hang out with them and see everyone especially Rachel and Dad whom I haven't seen since Easter. I got to see my brother play in his first soccer game of the season. Good thing I was there when I was because he will be sidelined for the next 3 weeks due to a broken arm- unrelated to soccer. Yesterday was a big day for them, Ryan got his cast on and Melissa got her braces off. Poor girl has had to wear those for the past 4 ½ years, but she is looking good now! I do wish they lived closer and I enjoyed my short visit with them.

40 Days left and 40 seconds of rambling by me

That is the number of days my baby-gaga ticker says I have left. That seems like such a biblical number, 40 days and nights of rain, 40 years of wandering, Moses on the mountain for 40 days and 40 nights, Jesus fasted for 40 days and nights, and there are 40 weeks of pregnancy. Forty seems to be a period of testing, trial, probation. As I am writing this I am thinking since pain in child birth was God’s curse to women at the Fall of man maybe that is why there are 40 weeks gestation. Or maybe the “pain in child birth” is referring to all the ups and downs joys and heart aches of parenting.
While I certainly hope we don’t have 40 days of rain, I am definitely counting down the days until this little miracle is born.

Already!?

I am so bummed that summer weather is over. I love summertime, the warmth in the air the bright sunshine, even the humidity. I love that you don’t need to pack extra gear, you can just go and be free, I love that it feels good to wear skirts and sundresses. We all have limits and at times it gets a little too hot but overall I love summer. I don’t think there was more than a day or two where I wished it were a bit cooler and this is coming from a pregnant girl. Even on those days I enjoy a few popsicles and a bowl of ice cream to cool me down and all is good. I used to like all seasons, but quite frankly this fall weather is making be a bit grumbly. It signifies that the next 8 months are going to be cold, jackets, coats, hats, gloves, extra junk to haul around, static, shivering, numb fingers, frozen nose and yucky cold, biting cold wind that makes your eyes tear up and your nose run. I was made for the South. The worst part is I woke up freezing and I don’t have a single warm jacket that I can close around me and keep me and my protruding belly warm. Seriously I thought I was supposed to be hot and miserable while pregnant. Aside from the occasional hot flash I am probably the only 8 month pregnant girl who walks through the frozen food section shivering.
Enough grumbling, I will try to get a yummy apple cider or pumpkin candle to burn and turn the heat on.

Laidback Labor Day

The title pretty much sums up our weekend. We worked on the nursery a bit I sorted through the few baby things I have collected over the last few months. Looks like I need to hit some more garage sales, and make a trip to Ikea. Sunday evening we had a church picnic which was fun like always and today we spent the afternoon swimming at some friends pool. So really the name of the holiday should be Labor Free Day. Since after all that is the purpose of the holiday.

I am so excited that I only have to work 2 days this week and then I am off to Colorado to visit my family and some old friends!

As promised...

I feel like a big dork posing for pictures, so here are a few of the cheesiest...

30 weeks and counting down!

Was it planned?

Do things ever really go as planned? There are usually a few hiccups along the way.
Have you ever gotten that question before? I have had a few people ask or even say they thought that we just never wanted kids, which makes me sad. Do I seem like someone who would be a bad mom or not like kids? I can’t say I am real fond of large groups of kids that I am in charge of, that takes a special talent, but I love kids, a few at a time, and think they are adorable, I most especially like babies.
But really how do you answer that question, “Was it planned?” I guess that would depend on your definition of ‘planned’. So, my answer would be, no, it wasn’t planned. If I got pregnant according to my plan we would already have a 2 year old. Yes we have always wanted children but, no, it wasn’t according to my plan, therefore, in my opinion it was not planned. I always thought it would be fun to be one of those people that unexpectedly gets pregnant (inside of marriage of course) and it throws them for a loop, but also be overjoyed at the change of events, a fun surprise. In a way, God gave me what I wanted, just not the way I was expecting, a surprise pregnancy, just when I think I would never be blessed with carrying a child, boom, God gives me my joyful surprise!
I am very excited but it still seems surreal at times! The clock is ticking though and we are getting closer and closer to B-day.
70 days. 10 Saturdays. minus 2 Saturdays due to trips. to get things done.
That’s all if everything goes as planned…..


Quote: “Asking someone if they like kids is like asking someone if they like adults, it depends on the adult.”

P.S. Belly pictures coming soon.

Black hornets are mean

Saturday night we went to an Art fest where my friend *Abigail Charlton Art* was set up. It turned out to be a beautiful night, low humidity a cool breeze and we enjoyed lots of good company and free dinner and shaved ice.

I heart summer festivals. I heart Abigail Charlton Art.

Sunday turned out to be quite the opposite with unbearable heat which prompted our decision to hang out at our friend’s swimming pool. Now that was relaxing. We played some pool volleyball, which is harder when you are pregnant. When you jump and reach for the ball you realize that you re already stretched to the max, then skin and other things get pulled, needless to say I am a little sore. My game was cut short though after a giant black hornet the size of a small humming bird decided to pick on me and stung my wrist. Let’s just say it feels like getting hit with a baseball thrown by a major league pitcher. Two days later it is still red and puffy and hurts and aches like half way up my arm. So the rest of the pool time was spent floating, which is my favorite thing to do in a pool anyway.