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March 22nd, 2010

I’m trying to ignore the mess in my house.

Last week, if you recall, I spent the weekend cleaning, cleaning to the point of crying because my body hurt so bad but I just couldn’t stop. Well, this weekend was the opposite because my body is done. I am exhausted and in pain and my uterus is always tight and I’m just done, it’s just time for me to sit. or lay down.

ALL DAY LONG.

And now, my house? It is suffering.

So, when I get up (to pee or for food) and I see the state of my end table in my living room? I become so frustrated.

gah

(showing you this photo PAINS me, but if I can show you a picture of me in my underwear, well, I can show you anything.)

(and make no mistake…this is not the only mess. Oh, it so is not.)

So, where there is only one week left of this awesome pregnancy, one week left until we meet, hold, love, kiss, smell, snuggle and feed this tiny little blessing, well, it will be a week of me trying not to lose my mind with all of the things that “need” to be done, all of the things that I’m just too tired to tackle. (oh and my kids are on spring break which makes the whole trying to clean the house and keep it clean? IMPOSSIBLE.)

I’m trying to focus on other things.

Like, how I only have a week to eat as many buffalo chicken sandwiches, as possible.

How I only have a week to have mornings where I can eat breakfast … three times.

How I could, potentially, ask Brian to bring me my favorite Coldstone concoction, but never, ever do.

or how I seriously think I could live off of cookies dunked in milk and some good ol’ sausage for the next week.

Man. I love food.

But the food can only distracts me for so long.

The mess wins.

damnit.

Friday Morning Coffee

March 19th, 2010

I’m sitting on my couch, drinking coffee. I am not eating Cocoa Puffs or Chocolate Cheerios because Brian and I are going out for breakfast. We’ve decided to go on a morning “date,” since we figure this will be the last chance for a long, long time to have any kind of date. (which we are totally okay with, of course.)

Our date will consist of breakfast, either with chocolate chip pancakes or a cheese omelette (which would you choose?), a trip to the chiropractor for me, a visit to Target and then to Old Navy. One of my goals today is to get all of our Easter shopping done since I’ll be busy the week before Easter mothering a newborn. The other goal is to not spend a lot of money, things feel so financially tight around here, I need to be careful!

I’m feeling extra crampy today, particularly in my lower back and abdomen. I find it exciting that my body is preparing for labor, even though I will not have a vaginal delivery. I found out the details of BIRTHDAY yesterday and it has made me very excited.

Oh and the baby’s room is nearly 100% complete. I’ll be sharing with you next weekend. (when it’s 100% complete.)

We’ve had amazing weather this week, as I sit I can hear birds singing outside. They must be so happy to be back in our area, there is so much singing! Yesterday, I took the kids to the park with my friends and their kids and everyone else in the world and their kids and it was nice, a little chilly, but the sun was vibrant and the children’s laughter and screams were wonderful to hear. Tomorrow is spring!

All of this sunshine is needed because this week has taken an emotional toll on my family. My brother Dan, left last night for his fourth (YES, FOURTH) tour to Iraq. Dan is an amazing man. Awesome brother, son, husband, Dad. He has three kids. He’ll be gone for one year and my heart, it aches. All of our hearts ache.

I wish you could meet him, he really is one of the funniest guys on earth (and becomes even more hilarious when he’s around his identical twin brother, Dave), the most generous, he has the biggest heart and takes every role in his life very seriously. (he is also responsible for my interest in photography.) I guess this is what makes him such a great soldier, a highly-decorated Major in the Army.

dan

As much as I want this year to go so slow with the baby coming and growing so quickly, I want to snap my fingers and be resting safely on March 19, 2011, knowing that his arrival back home is imminent. And knowing that he is safe.

We could use your prayers for his safety, his heart, his wife’s heart and for their kids. They are all SO STRONG, but we could all use the extra prayers, if you have them. (and please, if you have the chance, could you leave some words of encouragement with my Mom? Your words may seem small, but the impact is immeasurable. This, I promise you.)

dan 2

Give extra hugs this weekend, love extra hard.

That’s an order.

And so it is.

March 17th, 2010

Friends, I’m uncomfortable. I’m teetering on the edge of miserable but what’s keeping me from going straight to miserable is that I think it’s wrong for me to say I’m miserable when I have this beautiful, healthy baby inside my gigantic belly.

So, I’ll leave it at uncomfortable. I’m also feeling grateful, which is nothing new, but now I’m grateful knowing that I am about to end the healthiest pregnancy I have ever had. That, in itself, makes me want to sing to the world. And I probably would if I wasn’t so tired.

But I am so tired.

I’m also grateful that during a dinner out with Lovelyn, Erin and Stephanie last night (BUFFALOCHICKENSANDWICHES – also the reason why I did not live-blog Idol, SORRY!) they made me feel so much better about my discomfort. Erin, could commiserate, Lovelyn told me how she cried at night and Stephanie would continue to say “YOU’RE ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY.”

{And then they’d all take a drink of their fancy, awesome margaritas and giggle because margaritas are awesome and I want one but really I want like ten.}

Anyway, it’s what I needed to hear, I hate complaining but I’m having a hard time not complaining. I find myself apologizing to Brian for complaining and apologizing to my friends for complaining and then not liking myself very much for complaining and I realize the end is near but that doesn’t help my back RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND.

But it does help when I see each of my friends for the first time individually last night and each of them says “you look so cute.” And I groan at them because how could I possibly look cute and then Lovelyn says “just say thank you” and I say “maybe tomorrow” and she laughs and says “okay.”

Even though I wasn’t very comfortable last night, I was very comfortable last night. (ten margaritas would have been helpful, too, but you know how that goes.)

Anyway.

Yesterday, I was 37 weeks, 3 days and I looked like this:

37 weeks

When I showed the picture to Brian, I asked him if it did me justice and he replied with “NOT AT ALL.” So, I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination.

14 days

March 15th, 2010

Not that I’m counting down or anything but 14 days until the baby is born. On one hand, I am pretty panicked about the whole life changing thing that is about to occur. There is so much to do and so much to clean and so much to prepare for, I’m slightly overwhelmed. This weekend I definitely nested. I cleaned and scrubbed, dusted and mopped, washed every rug in the house (rather, Brian washed every rug in the house, he’s the laundry man right now) and we’ve almost completed the baby’s room.

But with every inch I scrubbed, I found another that needed it, every cabinet I reorganized there are seven more that are in complete disarray…you get the picture.

So, my nesting instinct? Was stressful. And painful. But I’m still glad it came because this house needed it…BADLY.

I’m not sure how much more uncomfortable I can get, hopefully this is the extent of it. I feel things on my pelvis bones that I have never felt before. This child is nestled in exactly where he needs to be.

I can finally grasp how big he really is, just by his movements, I always joke that he just took his first step, while in utero, his movements are so severe and dramatic. So unbelievably beautiful.

I’ve been spending a lot of time reflecting this weekend, (while cleaning, of course) and I can’t believe this journey is almost over for us.

Except then I realized, this journey is truly just beginning … there is so much more ahead for our little family and for this beautiful boy and potentially more children in the future … it’s exciting and mind blowing and I can’t wait for tomorrow to come but I’m also SO happy with the current moment I’m living in.

Feet in the ribs in all, it’s all so good. Everything happens so fast. We just want to take it all in, as calmly and as purposefully as possible.

It seems like just yesterday that the baby in my belly, who is now compared to a watermelon, was once the size of a pea and we had no idea where this road take us …

MIRACULOUS.

Friday Morning Coffee

March 12th, 2010

I just finished a bowl of Cocoa Puffs Chocolate Cheerios, this is where I combine Chocolate Cheerios with Cocoa Puffs into one beautiful bowl of cereal and I eat it, happily. I enjoy the two textures and the slight differences of flavors together.

It’s a beautiful union.

Speaking of food, this week I was able to enjoy a Buffalo Chicken Ranch sandwich from Chili’s. I had only had a bite or two of one before in my life and it didn’t really do anything for me. But this pregnancy, I seem to enjoy THE HOT AND SPICY, the spicier, the better and could not get one of those sandwiches off of my mind.

On Monday, I looked at Brian with big, puppy dog eyes and said “honey, darling, sweetest husband in the world, you know I rarely play the pregnancy craving card but I must have a Buffalo Chicken Ranch sandwich from Chili’s as soon as possible, or else I’m certain I will die.”

He smiled and said “whatever you want.”

So off we went and when my plate arrived in front of me, my mouth? IT WATERED. And I ate every last bit of that sandwich and can not wait to have another.

Like soon. Maybe now. Also, would love a beer with it. YES. A BEER.

I need to change directions, food is way too important to me right now and I can’t seem to focus on anything else…let’s see what else is going on? Pubic bone pain, not sleeping, backaches, bursts of energy, allofthedischarge, swollen feet, not sleeping, NST’s, Braxton Hicks …

hmmmm…

there is a baby who is going to be living with us in just a few short weeks. Last night, the four of us were hanging out in the baby’s unfinished-but-soon-to-be-finished nursery. The kids were playing catch with a hippo (not a real hippo, I stuffed one), Brian was laying on the floor and I was sitting on the glider. I said “friends, do you realize that in three weeks from today, our family of five could be hanging out in this very room….TOGETHER?”

It was an exciting thought. (actually, exciting feels like such an obvious word … it was a beautiful thought. Amazing. Magical.

Forget it. There is not a word to describe it.

We just can’t wait to bring him home and create our life as a family of five.

I leave you with a picture of the three of us, while watching TV one night.

evening time

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