You would think that since I’m done working, I’d have more time to blog. But nesting has reared its ugly head, and between that and putting my grotesquely swollen ankles up, time quickly slips through my pudgey hands. I am definitely in the home stretch. I am 36 weeks pregnant, 37 this weekend, which is… Continue reading Time bomb
Dear Third Trimester, You know, I’m not one to believe in rumors. I didn’t want to believe what they said about you. They said you made things uncomfortable (even miserable), you slowed everything down, and you made sure my thighs went straight down to my feet, not bothering to distinguish between knees and ankles. They… Continue reading Dear Third Trimester,
I will admit that it is pretty easy to get inspired when you’re pregnant. Your hormones are crazy, your emotions are up and down, and you look at the world completely different when you’ve got a person wiggling around in your belly. Something about having the ability to GROW AN ENTIRE HUMAN BEING within the… Continue reading It doesn’t take much.
As I am typing this blog post, Michael Buble’s song “The Best Is Yet To Come” is playing on Pandora.com. That is the perfect way to describe the way I feel on the morning of the first day of my third trimester. The past couple weeks, I have been pretty stressed. With nesting and work… Continue reading Third trimester jitters…
Last Friday, I got to use a gun all day. And by gun, I do mean scanner. And by “use,” I do mean I zapped bar codes. Registering for baby items is unlike anything I have ever done in my life. A week and a half ago, I got a little taste of it while… Continue reading I’m pretty good with a gun…
I subscribe to Relevant Magazine, and I read an articlethis morning entitled, “Plan B, or C, or D: Can You Trust God When Trusting Isn’t Easy?” I read a quote I wanted to share (actually quoted from another book): Clowns are not the center of the events. They appear between the great acts, fumble and fall,… Continue reading Dance, monkey, dance!
I really have to tell this story about my trip this weekend before the wonderfulness of it fades away. This past weekend, I drove down to Nashville, TN to participate in the Country Music Mini Marathon (which I signed up for BEFORE I found out I was pregnant…just for the record). I stayed with my… Continue reading Storms and bridges
Finding out you are pregnant is one thing. But finding out if you are having a little boy or little girl is something that’s hard to describe. Cody and I had our big ultrasound last week. It went pretty good, though Cody thought it could have gone better. Peanut’s head was tucked down to its chest,… Continue reading Princess Peanut and Magnolia Trees
I kid you not; here is a post I began last week: I have to preface this post by saying I am taking a huge risk in publishing this. I am knocking on wood for all I’m worth now, and telling you not to be surprised if another post pops up tomorrow that more or… Continue reading the only thing that makes sense right now is cookies
One super fun thing about being pregnant (even during these recent very slow parts) is watching Cody handle the transformation. Sure, he was excited at first but now that my belly is starting to show, he will eyeball it now and then and say, “wow there really is a baby in there.” And he’ll say… Continue reading Guys and girls, trucks and dolls
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