I remember thinking this (and perhaps even blogging it) a year ago at this time. A heavily pregnant woman should have a person designated to her for her pleasure--to serve her and to keep her company. I have my husband home for 2 weeks and although he wasn't at my beck and call (completely!), it was so nice to have him around. Now that he's back to work, I miss his company...and his help. I was telling him last night that before his leave, I was doing just fine, but after him being home for 2 weeks, I no longer feel capable of doing all of this on my own. I know that I am, but seriously, the last days/weeks of waiting for a baby--along with all of the bigness and soreness and all that goes with it, are so difficult to sit and wait through. It would be so nice to have someone (my MOMMY would be great! Or my sister!), just to be here with me. As it is, the day is rainy and dreary...we cannot go outside and I don't feel like doing anything anyway...and it makes the days drag. I've already taken a nap...and honestly, I could probably easily go back to sleep again if given the opportunity!
But alas, that's living in dream land...it's back to reality. Time to wake the baby, correct and continue school work and just enjoy my children.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Luke is hilarious!
Tonight Luke said, "I like easy jokes...like, 'what's 5+5?'".
Jeremy looked at him and said, "What? You think math is a big joke?" and Luke started cracking up. He's such a goof ball. Then he said, "Why did the frog cross the road? Because it had a knife sticking out of his eye!" and he started cracking up again...oh how wonderful it must be to be able to crack yourself up like that! He said another whopper, but I don't remember it now.
A bit later he told me that I'm the "meanest mommy he ever had". That's totally okay with me though because I'm also the "nicest mommy", "prettiest mommy", "sweetest mommy", etc. he's "ever had" at any given moment. Fickle boy!
Jeremy looked at him and said, "What? You think math is a big joke?" and Luke started cracking up. He's such a goof ball. Then he said, "Why did the frog cross the road? Because it had a knife sticking out of his eye!" and he started cracking up again...oh how wonderful it must be to be able to crack yourself up like that! He said another whopper, but I don't remember it now.
A bit later he told me that I'm the "meanest mommy he ever had". That's totally okay with me though because I'm also the "nicest mommy", "prettiest mommy", "sweetest mommy", etc. he's "ever had" at any given moment. Fickle boy!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Denial
Yes, I'm in denial.
I am almost 39 weeks pregnant and I cannot believe I'm pregnant at all. I'm huge, I'm uncomfortable, this baby wiggles like mad, but I still cannot believe I'm going to be holding her in a very short time. It seems so surreal to me that there is a little human baby in my tummy, an eternal soul, sent to me by God to raise up for His glory. It just seems too, well...I don't know...just strange.
I don't remember feeling this way when I was pregnant with Savannah or Abby. I don't know why, I mean, with Savannah I had never had a baby EVER, but it was exciting and crazy and wonderful...but not this weird feeling that maybe I'm just crazy and am not actually GOING to be having a baby afterall. With Abby, same thing. I don't remember feeling this way at all. But when I was in the hospital with Luke and Aaron and now, I have this really strange feeling that maybe I'm imagining it all. It's strange because in reality I KNOW I'm pregnant. I KNOW I'm having a baby soon and I'm very excited and I love this baby and I'm looking forward to it...not to mention that nearly ALL of my thoughts and my language pretty much centers around baby and labor and contractions, etc. I know, I drive my dad and probably my husband (and perhaps EVERY other person I'm around) absolutely NUTS because there is not much more I can think of to talk about because it's on my mind SO much. Anyone who has EVER been pregnant knows what I'm talking about...these last few weeks or days or whatever they may be, it's hard to take your mind off of every little wiggle and tightening and twinge. You're waiting with everything you have for that moment when you KNOW that you're in labor and will be giving birth to that precious little bean who has completely taken over your body in the past 9 months.
I'm extra excited this time too because my girls are at the age now where they're really excited about it all as well. They were last time, but this time the whole labor thing has them excited. Every time I take a deep breath or sigh or stand and hold my tummy, Savannah will ask, "Are you okay? Are you having contractions?". It's really cute. I'm really looking forward to going into labor naturally...and I really hope that this will be the first baby to come BEFORE or VERY near her due date. Either way, within the next 3 weeks, I'll be holding a new little pink (as far as we know) bundle...a new little joy to learn about, to care for and to love. It's all so very exciting!
I am almost 39 weeks pregnant and I cannot believe I'm pregnant at all. I'm huge, I'm uncomfortable, this baby wiggles like mad, but I still cannot believe I'm going to be holding her in a very short time. It seems so surreal to me that there is a little human baby in my tummy, an eternal soul, sent to me by God to raise up for His glory. It just seems too, well...I don't know...just strange.
I don't remember feeling this way when I was pregnant with Savannah or Abby. I don't know why, I mean, with Savannah I had never had a baby EVER, but it was exciting and crazy and wonderful...but not this weird feeling that maybe I'm just crazy and am not actually GOING to be having a baby afterall. With Abby, same thing. I don't remember feeling this way at all. But when I was in the hospital with Luke and Aaron and now, I have this really strange feeling that maybe I'm imagining it all. It's strange because in reality I KNOW I'm pregnant. I KNOW I'm having a baby soon and I'm very excited and I love this baby and I'm looking forward to it...not to mention that nearly ALL of my thoughts and my language pretty much centers around baby and labor and contractions, etc. I know, I drive my dad and probably my husband (and perhaps EVERY other person I'm around) absolutely NUTS because there is not much more I can think of to talk about because it's on my mind SO much. Anyone who has EVER been pregnant knows what I'm talking about...these last few weeks or days or whatever they may be, it's hard to take your mind off of every little wiggle and tightening and twinge. You're waiting with everything you have for that moment when you KNOW that you're in labor and will be giving birth to that precious little bean who has completely taken over your body in the past 9 months.
I'm extra excited this time too because my girls are at the age now where they're really excited about it all as well. They were last time, but this time the whole labor thing has them excited. Every time I take a deep breath or sigh or stand and hold my tummy, Savannah will ask, "Are you okay? Are you having contractions?". It's really cute. I'm really looking forward to going into labor naturally...and I really hope that this will be the first baby to come BEFORE or VERY near her due date. Either way, within the next 3 weeks, I'll be holding a new little pink (as far as we know) bundle...a new little joy to learn about, to care for and to love. It's all so very exciting!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Nesting of another sort...
Today I had a list a mile long of things I needed to accomplish: doctor, dentist, DMV, pre-register at the hospital and return some moldy bread to the store. It actually went surprisingly fast and I got ALL of this accomplished in under 4 hours! It feels good to have my ducks in a row. I'm not feeling 100% ready for this baby and I don't think I will simply because I know it's going to be hard and I'm going to have to go through some adjustments with EVERYONE, but especially with Aaron, my little baby...and honestly, I'm not looking forward to it COMPLETELY. I'm certainly not dreading it my any means, I'm so excited about seeing this baby girl...I love feeling her little wiggles and playing with her little feet (which are ALWAYS on my right hand side by my ribs). I look forward to seeing her sweet, TINY little parts...hearing her little noises and nursing another baby. So yes, I'll say I'm ready. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
This evening I made up the last of our apples into applesauce, I vacuumed and mopped the house and I'm getting ready to go scrub the grout in my bathroom. Jeremy has weeded and feeded the grass (our grass is pretty funky and needs some serious help, so this will be wonderful!). I feel like nesting is taking place in full force and, Praise God, I've got the energy enough to do what I need to do. I even got a little rest in this afternoon AND read 2 chapters of our book to Savannah!
So quick update on pregnancy: I have not had an internal exam yet, so I have no idea about any dilation or anything of that sort. My Strep B test was NEGATIVE, so I'm VERY excited about that. That means that when I go into labor, I don't have to hurry to the hospital. I don't need an IV, etc. It will be wonderful because I was positive with both of my boys. I've had a lot of swelling in my feet. Last night it was pretty bad, so I went into the doctor today, just to be safe. I feel fine, it was just different from my normal. Everything is fine though. My blood pressure is fine, no protein in my urine, etc. It's just excess fluid. My doctor told me that I "carry nicely", for a very pregnant woman, that's quite a compliment! :) I have heartburn like you wouldn't believe. I've had to drink baking soda water multiple times a day, especially in the evening...and even then I wake up at night and my esophagus is just BURNING. YUCK!!! I need to bring some Tums to bed with me because it's very uncomfortable. I'm not sleeping well, but since Jeremy has been home for this week and a half, he's been SO incredibly helpful. I usually sleep decent in the morning, but Aaron has been waking up early, so Jeremy gets up with him and lets me sleep until 7:30-8ish. It's been awesome! I don't know how I'd be getting by without him right now, it's been such a blessing having him here.
Hmmm...what else?!?! That's about all I can think of...I'm too sore to sit here any longer, so I shall go for now--my grout is awaiting me! :) I don't presume that I'll be going into labor any time soon, but I can always hope, right? As long as I can get through each day, by God's grace, and mostly maintain a positive attitude, I'm just gonna keep chuggin' along. I'm really, really hoping to go into labor naturally and to have an unmedicated birth. Only the Lord knows how it will all pan out, but I'm working toward those goals with a positive anticipation of what is to come.
This evening I made up the last of our apples into applesauce, I vacuumed and mopped the house and I'm getting ready to go scrub the grout in my bathroom. Jeremy has weeded and feeded the grass (our grass is pretty funky and needs some serious help, so this will be wonderful!). I feel like nesting is taking place in full force and, Praise God, I've got the energy enough to do what I need to do. I even got a little rest in this afternoon AND read 2 chapters of our book to Savannah!
So quick update on pregnancy: I have not had an internal exam yet, so I have no idea about any dilation or anything of that sort. My Strep B test was NEGATIVE, so I'm VERY excited about that. That means that when I go into labor, I don't have to hurry to the hospital. I don't need an IV, etc. It will be wonderful because I was positive with both of my boys. I've had a lot of swelling in my feet. Last night it was pretty bad, so I went into the doctor today, just to be safe. I feel fine, it was just different from my normal. Everything is fine though. My blood pressure is fine, no protein in my urine, etc. It's just excess fluid. My doctor told me that I "carry nicely", for a very pregnant woman, that's quite a compliment! :) I have heartburn like you wouldn't believe. I've had to drink baking soda water multiple times a day, especially in the evening...and even then I wake up at night and my esophagus is just BURNING. YUCK!!! I need to bring some Tums to bed with me because it's very uncomfortable. I'm not sleeping well, but since Jeremy has been home for this week and a half, he's been SO incredibly helpful. I usually sleep decent in the morning, but Aaron has been waking up early, so Jeremy gets up with him and lets me sleep until 7:30-8ish. It's been awesome! I don't know how I'd be getting by without him right now, it's been such a blessing having him here.
Hmmm...what else?!?! That's about all I can think of...I'm too sore to sit here any longer, so I shall go for now--my grout is awaiting me! :) I don't presume that I'll be going into labor any time soon, but I can always hope, right? As long as I can get through each day, by God's grace, and mostly maintain a positive attitude, I'm just gonna keep chuggin' along. I'm really, really hoping to go into labor naturally and to have an unmedicated birth. Only the Lord knows how it will all pan out, but I'm working toward those goals with a positive anticipation of what is to come.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Mmmmm....Possicles!
Luke calls Popsicles Possicles. I think it's so cute. It turns out that we've got another big fan of Possicles around here...it's fun to have Aaron share in dessert time in a way that isn't TOO terribly unhealthy and man, does he ENJOY it! :)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Standing Tall
This evening Aaron started standing on his own. He'd stand up against me and then let go and stand for a good 20-30 seconds! What a big boy!!
He's gotta be teething again too...he was COVERED in drool this afternoon...and his nose was running, and he was exceptionally fussy today. Poor guy, there is just SO much going on at this stage in life!
He's gotta be teething again too...he was COVERED in drool this afternoon...and his nose was running, and he was exceptionally fussy today. Poor guy, there is just SO much going on at this stage in life!
Submission: Accomplished
I've been reading this wonderful book, Raising Godly Tomatoes. It's a parenting book with lots of scripture back up and the author herself is the mother of 10 children, so I think she knows a thing or two.
Anyway, one of the main premises of the book is getting your child to submit to your authority. If your child submits to your authority, there are so many battles that you don't have to face in the future. So this morning Aaron was having a full out temper tantrum. He has learned how to get through our gate on the stairs and take off upstairs. Unless the gate is TOTALLY latched (which I now have to train my big kids in), he can push it in against the stairs and make a little Aaron-sized hole that he can get through. So I grabbed him and told him no and he threw a major fit. So I took him to the sofa and sat him on my lap. When he started to scream louder and wiggle off of my lap, I gave him a gentle swat on the tush and told him "NO". He'd scream and cry and wail and we did this over and over for probably 5 minutes or so (it felt like longer than it really was). Finally he decided to submit. He stopped screaming, he stopped wiggling. Once I was sure he was done, I turned him around and snuggled him. This was the sweetest moment...he laid his head on my shoulder and just cuddled. It was TOO sweet. He was perfectly cheerful afterwards. Apparently showing a child who is boss really does work--go figure. It's definitely not fun and you really have to be willing to win any battle you choose to fight, which takes a lot of time, commitment and stick-tuitiveness on the parents part. I think it's worth it though, to have a child who is happy and comfortable knowing that they are being taken care of. Right now it seems like there are so many battles to be faced, I'm definitely not taking them all on at this point--there is just no way I can put in that energy when I'm this close to having another baby...but sleep-training MUST commence. We had another potentially rough night last night and I just thought, "No, there is NO way I can go on like this". My 11 month old does NOT need 20+oz of formula during the night. He's going to HAVE to learn to fall back asleep on his own. When I left his room last night (after his bottle), he started crying again. I went in, held him, put him back in bed and, of course, he cried. I picked him up again, put him back down again and left. He cried for maybe a minute or two and slept for the next 6 hours or so. My goal is to get him taking in more calories during the day--sticking with the bottle for naps and bedtime (and first thing in the morning), but not giving him a bottle before 5am. I know he doesn't NEED it, it's just the "easy" way out for me, but it always comes back to bite me in the rear. So I may be in for a few rough nights, but in the long run it will all be worth it...not to mention that this is the time to take this on--while Jeremy is home and we don't have another baby yet.
Anyway, one of the main premises of the book is getting your child to submit to your authority. If your child submits to your authority, there are so many battles that you don't have to face in the future. So this morning Aaron was having a full out temper tantrum. He has learned how to get through our gate on the stairs and take off upstairs. Unless the gate is TOTALLY latched (which I now have to train my big kids in), he can push it in against the stairs and make a little Aaron-sized hole that he can get through. So I grabbed him and told him no and he threw a major fit. So I took him to the sofa and sat him on my lap. When he started to scream louder and wiggle off of my lap, I gave him a gentle swat on the tush and told him "NO". He'd scream and cry and wail and we did this over and over for probably 5 minutes or so (it felt like longer than it really was). Finally he decided to submit. He stopped screaming, he stopped wiggling. Once I was sure he was done, I turned him around and snuggled him. This was the sweetest moment...he laid his head on my shoulder and just cuddled. It was TOO sweet. He was perfectly cheerful afterwards. Apparently showing a child who is boss really does work--go figure. It's definitely not fun and you really have to be willing to win any battle you choose to fight, which takes a lot of time, commitment and stick-tuitiveness on the parents part. I think it's worth it though, to have a child who is happy and comfortable knowing that they are being taken care of. Right now it seems like there are so many battles to be faced, I'm definitely not taking them all on at this point--there is just no way I can put in that energy when I'm this close to having another baby...but sleep-training MUST commence. We had another potentially rough night last night and I just thought, "No, there is NO way I can go on like this". My 11 month old does NOT need 20+oz of formula during the night. He's going to HAVE to learn to fall back asleep on his own. When I left his room last night (after his bottle), he started crying again. I went in, held him, put him back in bed and, of course, he cried. I picked him up again, put him back down again and left. He cried for maybe a minute or two and slept for the next 6 hours or so. My goal is to get him taking in more calories during the day--sticking with the bottle for naps and bedtime (and first thing in the morning), but not giving him a bottle before 5am. I know he doesn't NEED it, it's just the "easy" way out for me, but it always comes back to bite me in the rear. So I may be in for a few rough nights, but in the long run it will all be worth it...not to mention that this is the time to take this on--while Jeremy is home and we don't have another baby yet.
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