(and 17 months and stinkin' cute!)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Who gets sick on top of being 9 months pregnant and miserable?! Geez louise! I'm getting a cold or sinus infection, so I slept terribly and feel terrible this morning. My body is suddenly swelling for some reason, and the pressure between my legs, I kid you not, is nearly unbearable. I woke up every single time I turned over because I was groaning from the discomfort. And I'm not a baby! I usually tolerate pain pretty decently. I'm just praying that this baby girl makes her appearance ASAP. Well, preferrably in a few hours, as I need a few hours to finish the task at hand. What task you ask?
Let me tell you about my night.
We got home about 8 or 9, I don't remember, and after giving myself 20 minutes on the massage chair, I got to work. I started by directing Jordan on where to put the things I'd already sorted in Corban's new room, and then began my bedroom. I ended up cleaning out my closet completely- which was a HUGE task. I then cleaned out all of my dresser drawers, and ended up with 2 trash bags full of clothes for Goodwill. After that, I moved to Corban's room and cleaned out his closet and put into tubs everything he has already outgrown. I finally took everything off of hangers (that had been hanging there since last January, unused.- I put all of his clothes in drawers). I think I need to invest in a few more totes though, as he's now outgrowing his 12 month stuff, and I have no where to put them. His drawers need to be reorganized, but that's the least of my worries today.
My sitting room in my bedroom is still pretty messy. I've taken care of one tote, but have a mountain of clothes to fold and put away on the couch. I still have one tote to go through. Then I need to straiten up my vanity, and my bedroom is completed. You don't know how long it's been since my bedroom has looked even as good as it does right now. It feels good, that's for sure.
I also feel incredibly compulsed to clean out the 'laundry' closet, which is our big closet upstairs. It serves as our linen closet, dirty clothes closet, and Jordan's camping gear closet. And right now, it's doggone messy. I finally have all of the dirty clothes clean, but I now need to clean off the rest of the floor so I can put baskets in there to sort clothes as we dirty them, as opposed to making mountains like I usually do.
Jordan and his buddy Chris ripped up the carpet in the cat pee room (Corban's new room), and man oh man, does it smell like cat pee. I sprayed the subfloor with vinegar to help remove the smell, but we're laying some sealer and laminate wood flooring on top of it, and the carpet and pad have been removed, so I think we'll be alright. Jordan and his dad are laying the laminate today, and then we can move the rooms! Corban's current room is crazy messy because we have every baby thing we own and baby girl stuff and dresser in the middle of the room. Soon and very soon, it'll all be organized. It's so close I can taste it... ahhh.. :)
You have no idea (well, maybe you do) how good it feels to finally get this stuff done, for there to be some organization, to de-clutter. We took out the seats of our van, and it is full of stuff to take to Goodwill, and we're not finished yet. I'm just amazed (and repulsed) at how much excess we have. Normally, I would like to give this stuff to people we know, but I just want it gone. So it's either been in the Goodwill pile, or the trash pile. And both piles are getting reaaaaaaaaaaaly big. But I'm glad.
Anyway, I'm off to tackle the Christmas presents, which are in a giant pile in the living room floor. Then to fold the laundry that's downstairs, and then to finish my bedroom. I'd start there, but Jordan is fast asleep, and I don't want to wake him. Oh- did I mention that I could've slept in today, as my son is with my mom? But no, drainage, discomfort, and pressure kept that from happening. I was up at 7. Boo to that. Anyway, hi ho hi ho, it's off to work I go!
Let me tell you about my night.
We got home about 8 or 9, I don't remember, and after giving myself 20 minutes on the massage chair, I got to work. I started by directing Jordan on where to put the things I'd already sorted in Corban's new room, and then began my bedroom. I ended up cleaning out my closet completely- which was a HUGE task. I then cleaned out all of my dresser drawers, and ended up with 2 trash bags full of clothes for Goodwill. After that, I moved to Corban's room and cleaned out his closet and put into tubs everything he has already outgrown. I finally took everything off of hangers (that had been hanging there since last January, unused.- I put all of his clothes in drawers). I think I need to invest in a few more totes though, as he's now outgrowing his 12 month stuff, and I have no where to put them. His drawers need to be reorganized, but that's the least of my worries today.
My sitting room in my bedroom is still pretty messy. I've taken care of one tote, but have a mountain of clothes to fold and put away on the couch. I still have one tote to go through. Then I need to straiten up my vanity, and my bedroom is completed. You don't know how long it's been since my bedroom has looked even as good as it does right now. It feels good, that's for sure.
I also feel incredibly compulsed to clean out the 'laundry' closet, which is our big closet upstairs. It serves as our linen closet, dirty clothes closet, and Jordan's camping gear closet. And right now, it's doggone messy. I finally have all of the dirty clothes clean, but I now need to clean off the rest of the floor so I can put baskets in there to sort clothes as we dirty them, as opposed to making mountains like I usually do.
Jordan and his buddy Chris ripped up the carpet in the cat pee room (Corban's new room), and man oh man, does it smell like cat pee. I sprayed the subfloor with vinegar to help remove the smell, but we're laying some sealer and laminate wood flooring on top of it, and the carpet and pad have been removed, so I think we'll be alright. Jordan and his dad are laying the laminate today, and then we can move the rooms! Corban's current room is crazy messy because we have every baby thing we own and baby girl stuff and dresser in the middle of the room. Soon and very soon, it'll all be organized. It's so close I can taste it... ahhh.. :)
You have no idea (well, maybe you do) how good it feels to finally get this stuff done, for there to be some organization, to de-clutter. We took out the seats of our van, and it is full of stuff to take to Goodwill, and we're not finished yet. I'm just amazed (and repulsed) at how much excess we have. Normally, I would like to give this stuff to people we know, but I just want it gone. So it's either been in the Goodwill pile, or the trash pile. And both piles are getting reaaaaaaaaaaaly big. But I'm glad.
Anyway, I'm off to tackle the Christmas presents, which are in a giant pile in the living room floor. Then to fold the laundry that's downstairs, and then to finish my bedroom. I'd start there, but Jordan is fast asleep, and I don't want to wake him. Oh- did I mention that I could've slept in today, as my son is with my mom? But no, drainage, discomfort, and pressure kept that from happening. I was up at 7. Boo to that. Anyway, hi ho hi ho, it's off to work I go!
Monday, December 29, 2008
It's a little sad that I don't feel too bad about accomplishing nothing today except cleaning my kitchen. Hey- at least something got done, right?
I had a dr's appointment this morning, and Baby Girl passed her BPP in lightning speed. She had the hiccups duirng the ultra-sound, which counts as the breathing movement, so that sped things along. The lady doing the ultrasound could barely even see any of her head, as it is wedged so far down in my pelvis. Thus the explanation for the extreme discomfort I am now experiencing. Waddling has never seemed so appealing... Even though she is low, she's at -2 station, and I'm only like, 1.5 cm dilated, still 50% effaced. But, it could happen at any time. I was asked (and not told!) that I could schedule my induction for next week if we wanted to go that route. I declined for now, but would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. They will strip my membranes at my next appointment (as I'll be 38.5 weeks), and we'll go from there. My normal doctor (who is very pushy about induction) is out of the office for the next 10 days. The doctor who delivered Corban (and is much more lax) is on call, and has absolutely no problem with letting me go on my own... if it happens before 40 weeks. Once we hit 40 weeks, he is more aggressive. Crossing my fingers that this baby girl comes SOON, and on her own accord.
I'm having a baby. Like for real. And really soon. Realizing that I could plan her birth to be seven days away has made this a sudden reality. Whoa. I'm excited.
I'll be even more excited after Wednesday, because Corban will have a new bedroom, and Baby Girl will have a nursery- not that she'll be in there any time soon, but still.
Anyway, I fell down the stairs tonight... while holding Corban. It really hurt, and I hurt a muscle in my forearm when I fell. Thankfully, we were both fine, but it was really scary! I'm sad to admit that it's the second time in just a few weeks that that has happened, but this time was much more of a fall than the last. It's hard to walk down stairs while practically doing a back bend to keep from falling forward- haha. I successfully ripped the handrailing off of the wall on my most recent fall though. Oops.
And... it's time for bed. Tomorrow is looking to be more productive, as I will be staying home most of the day. Goodnight!
I had a dr's appointment this morning, and Baby Girl passed her BPP in lightning speed. She had the hiccups duirng the ultra-sound, which counts as the breathing movement, so that sped things along. The lady doing the ultrasound could barely even see any of her head, as it is wedged so far down in my pelvis. Thus the explanation for the extreme discomfort I am now experiencing. Waddling has never seemed so appealing... Even though she is low, she's at -2 station, and I'm only like, 1.5 cm dilated, still 50% effaced. But, it could happen at any time. I was asked (and not told!) that I could schedule my induction for next week if we wanted to go that route. I declined for now, but would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. They will strip my membranes at my next appointment (as I'll be 38.5 weeks), and we'll go from there. My normal doctor (who is very pushy about induction) is out of the office for the next 10 days. The doctor who delivered Corban (and is much more lax) is on call, and has absolutely no problem with letting me go on my own... if it happens before 40 weeks. Once we hit 40 weeks, he is more aggressive. Crossing my fingers that this baby girl comes SOON, and on her own accord.
I'm having a baby. Like for real. And really soon. Realizing that I could plan her birth to be seven days away has made this a sudden reality. Whoa. I'm excited.
I'll be even more excited after Wednesday, because Corban will have a new bedroom, and Baby Girl will have a nursery- not that she'll be in there any time soon, but still.
Anyway, I fell down the stairs tonight... while holding Corban. It really hurt, and I hurt a muscle in my forearm when I fell. Thankfully, we were both fine, but it was really scary! I'm sad to admit that it's the second time in just a few weeks that that has happened, but this time was much more of a fall than the last. It's hard to walk down stairs while practically doing a back bend to keep from falling forward- haha. I successfully ripped the handrailing off of the wall on my most recent fall though. Oops.
And... it's time for bed. Tomorrow is looking to be more productive, as I will be staying home most of the day. Goodnight!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
So I'm sitting here, eating popcorn and chugging a 7-up, even though I'm not even a little bit hungry and I don't like the taste of 7-up at all. Procrastination at its finest.
Once upon a time, I had motivation. And energy. And more flexibility than a piece of metal.
However, I am now 37.5 weeks pregnant, not sleeping, and walking around with a bowling ball between my legs. Put those things together, and you have a big pile of laziness. Massive pile. A stinkin mountain, for crying out loud. There is not a clean room in my house. Really. It has mostly to do with me being gone for a week, but Jordan being here for a few days by himself, bringing in 4 garbage bags full of (free!) baby girl clothes, two vehicles worth of Christmas presents, piles of 'take to goodwill' stuff, and a few loads of clean-but-not-yet-folded laundry. Not to mention the needs-to-be-swept kitchen floor, the crumby counters, the carpet screaming for a vacuuming. ..
But here I sit. Putting it all off. Wishing it would clean/sweep/fold/put away itself... all while I sleep until it's time to have this baby.
Anyway. I'm still pregnant. Having lots and lots and lots of contractions. The discomfort of pregnancy is increasing by the moment. Walking is becoming a chore, and I exaggerate not. I'm even starting to swell! Wierd. I'm not a big fan. I can't complain about the swelling though, because it's minimal. I still wear my wedding rings and everything, but they're tight and leave marks, just like the elastic on my socks suddenly do. Hm. I go tomorrow for another appointment, and I'm more than a little afraid to have her check me again. I was a cm dilated and 50% effaced last week. I will cry if things aren't any further this week.
I say all this... but then I think about the condition of my house. How there isn't a clean room, clothes everywhere, dirty floors, etc. You know, all the things I wrote about a few sentences ago. I would be mortified if anyone were to come to my house right now- so it would be bad if I went into labor right now, right? Oh, how impossible am I!?! My poor husband... haha.
Christmas and my birthday were great. It was just nice to be with family. And now, it's nice to be home. Jordan will be off of work Wednesday through the rest of the week, so I'm really looking forward to that. We're going to rip up the carpet in Corban's soon-to-be big boy room and lay a new floor (which we have to decide just what we're going to put down- really, just whatever we can get cheapest is what we'll do). Then I'll be able to put the nursery together and Corban's room together, and I'll feel much better about things. Hopefully, anyway.
So- I've run out of pop to drink, and I can't bring myself to put another kernel of popcorn in my mouth. I guess I have no choice but to go clean my kitchen. And then straiten the living room, and then clean the toilets, and then...
Goodnight, all!! Wish me luck on getting this house clean. Or just come do it for me, either way. :)
Once upon a time, I had motivation. And energy. And more flexibility than a piece of metal.
However, I am now 37.5 weeks pregnant, not sleeping, and walking around with a bowling ball between my legs. Put those things together, and you have a big pile of laziness. Massive pile. A stinkin mountain, for crying out loud. There is not a clean room in my house. Really. It has mostly to do with me being gone for a week, but Jordan being here for a few days by himself, bringing in 4 garbage bags full of (free!) baby girl clothes, two vehicles worth of Christmas presents, piles of 'take to goodwill' stuff, and a few loads of clean-but-not-yet-folded laundry. Not to mention the needs-to-be-swept kitchen floor, the crumby counters, the carpet screaming for a vacuuming. ..
But here I sit. Putting it all off. Wishing it would clean/sweep/fold/put away itself... all while I sleep until it's time to have this baby.
Anyway. I'm still pregnant. Having lots and lots and lots of contractions. The discomfort of pregnancy is increasing by the moment. Walking is becoming a chore, and I exaggerate not. I'm even starting to swell! Wierd. I'm not a big fan. I can't complain about the swelling though, because it's minimal. I still wear my wedding rings and everything, but they're tight and leave marks, just like the elastic on my socks suddenly do. Hm. I go tomorrow for another appointment, and I'm more than a little afraid to have her check me again. I was a cm dilated and 50% effaced last week. I will cry if things aren't any further this week.
I say all this... but then I think about the condition of my house. How there isn't a clean room, clothes everywhere, dirty floors, etc. You know, all the things I wrote about a few sentences ago. I would be mortified if anyone were to come to my house right now- so it would be bad if I went into labor right now, right? Oh, how impossible am I!?! My poor husband... haha.
Christmas and my birthday were great. It was just nice to be with family. And now, it's nice to be home. Jordan will be off of work Wednesday through the rest of the week, so I'm really looking forward to that. We're going to rip up the carpet in Corban's soon-to-be big boy room and lay a new floor (which we have to decide just what we're going to put down- really, just whatever we can get cheapest is what we'll do). Then I'll be able to put the nursery together and Corban's room together, and I'll feel much better about things. Hopefully, anyway.
So- I've run out of pop to drink, and I can't bring myself to put another kernel of popcorn in my mouth. I guess I have no choice but to go clean my kitchen. And then straiten the living room, and then clean the toilets, and then...
Goodnight, all!! Wish me luck on getting this house clean. Or just come do it for me, either way. :)
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
It was clear! It was clear!
JD's MRI came back free-of-tumor.
We had a tense few moments (okay, when I say tense, I mean we laughed at Brandon nearly falling out the window, and JD throwing his coat on the floor bc he didn't know where else to put it) waiting for Dr. Young to come back and give us the results.
In Kramer fashion, he threw open the door and said "First things first, the MRI looks good." Mom literally jumped and hugged the dr. and was crying, we were all grinning, saying variations of 'oh my goodness' and 'hurray!'. Dr. Young was visibly sharing in our relief, I do believe. It was a sweet moment. The first good news we've recieved in quite some time.
'Twill be a Merry Christmas, indeed.
We had a delicious celebratory dinner (without JD, actually... he and Jack went to the Pacer's game) at the Olive Garden, and Mom and I went shopping afterwards while the boys and Brandon and Holly went back to our house. You could see it in Mom's face... a million pounds have been lifted from her shoulders. She couldn't stop smiling. Such a nice thing...
My plan was to walk out baby girl, but here I sit, as pregnant as ever. I had some serious tenseness/pressure in my lower back this morning- I was basically in fetal position but with my belly towards the ground trying to relieve it. It worked some, until I got up. But anyway. She'll come when she's good and ready, I suppose. But I do feel like I can have her now, that I can focus on her and not be wishing the timing of this all were different. I know there's still a long road ahead, with JD and everything, but this is tremendous news and we're still treating just cells, not a tumor. Praise the Lord... for real.
I woke up this morning to the sweetest voice in the world saying "DaaaDaaa. MaaaaMaaaa." Definitely a great way to start the day. SO I'm off to enjoy my boys, a family Christmas today, a family Christmas tomorrow. Merry Christmas!
JD's MRI came back free-of-tumor.
We had a tense few moments (okay, when I say tense, I mean we laughed at Brandon nearly falling out the window, and JD throwing his coat on the floor bc he didn't know where else to put it) waiting for Dr. Young to come back and give us the results.
In Kramer fashion, he threw open the door and said "First things first, the MRI looks good." Mom literally jumped and hugged the dr. and was crying, we were all grinning, saying variations of 'oh my goodness' and 'hurray!'. Dr. Young was visibly sharing in our relief, I do believe. It was a sweet moment. The first good news we've recieved in quite some time.
'Twill be a Merry Christmas, indeed.
We had a delicious celebratory dinner (without JD, actually... he and Jack went to the Pacer's game) at the Olive Garden, and Mom and I went shopping afterwards while the boys and Brandon and Holly went back to our house. You could see it in Mom's face... a million pounds have been lifted from her shoulders. She couldn't stop smiling. Such a nice thing...
My plan was to walk out baby girl, but here I sit, as pregnant as ever. I had some serious tenseness/pressure in my lower back this morning- I was basically in fetal position but with my belly towards the ground trying to relieve it. It worked some, until I got up. But anyway. She'll come when she's good and ready, I suppose. But I do feel like I can have her now, that I can focus on her and not be wishing the timing of this all were different. I know there's still a long road ahead, with JD and everything, but this is tremendous news and we're still treating just cells, not a tumor. Praise the Lord... for real.
I woke up this morning to the sweetest voice in the world saying "DaaaDaaa. MaaaaMaaaa." Definitely a great way to start the day. SO I'm off to enjoy my boys, a family Christmas today, a family Christmas tomorrow. Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 19, 2008
I don't feel up for the challenge today.
What challenge? Any of 'em, really.
I'm just feeling worn down, defeated, miffed, sad...
I could make a long list of all the reasons and things that are making me feel the above feelings, but I'll spare you the 'woe is me' post.
Bottom line- I need to get my eyes off of me and back on Jesus.
Can I just tell you that I am so, so, so thankful for this little guy though?
When I'm feeling like the first part of this post says, all it takes is one little snuggle from my Corban, and man oh man, do I realize that I've got it pretty good.
What challenge? Any of 'em, really.
I'm just feeling worn down, defeated, miffed, sad...
I could make a long list of all the reasons and things that are making me feel the above feelings, but I'll spare you the 'woe is me' post.
Bottom line- I need to get my eyes off of me and back on Jesus.
Can I just tell you that I am so, so, so thankful for this little guy though?
When I'm feeling like the first part of this post says, all it takes is one little snuggle from my Corban, and man oh man, do I realize that I've got it pretty good.
I think he knows something is up, that his world is about to be rocked (haha). All of a sudden, he is such a snuggler, asks for 'mama', wants to sit on my lap, etc. I'm loving it, but it makes me wonder....
He got 3 new teeth this week! Two molars, and a third bottom front tooth. He's added tons of new words to his vocabulary, learned how to wash his hands and put on lotion, and successfully unfolded every article of clothing I folded this week. He is suddenly in love with shoes, and walks around to all of my Christmas decorations (santa's, snowmen, etc.) and points out their shoes. He pulls down my dish towels every stinkin time he walks through the kitchen. And he likes to snuggle his mama, but just for a minute. What a boy I have. :-D I sooo love being his Mom, and am so thankful that I get to stay home with him.
There. I feel better already. He's fussing in his crib, which means he's probably thrown his paci, gotten rid of all his blankets, and run out of articles within reach to throw. So, off to rescue him I go. Happy Weekend!
Oh, and if you think about it, please be praying for my brother JD. He has his first post-op MRI today, the first one since chemo has started. Be praying for a clear report. I'm so nervous...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I am so tired.
I tossed and turned...
and then tossed and turned....
and tossed and turned some more
until Corban got up at 5:55a.m. I feel so tired right now.
And so, my friends, while my precious, rambunctious baby boy, who now is the posessor of 9 teeth sleeps... I think I will do the same.
I'm off to snuggle up into my bed and pray that an hours worth of sleep will make up for my lack of nighttime slumber.
Any good middle names to go with the name Cate?
Just wondering. You know, in case someone wants to name their daughter that one day.
My baby girl probably won't have a name until we meet her. Which I'm praying is soon, by the way. I had another over-an-hour bout of 4 minute apart contractions last night. They continued off and on throughout the night, and have been sporatic today. A handful of them have been pretty uncomfortable, but not regular, so it's just my body practicing, surely. I'm sure that she's dropped though, as I know how sciatic nerve pain down the back of my leg, feel like there's a bowling ball resting in between my hips, and can no longer find a shirt to cover the bottom few inches of my stomach. 4 more weeks of this?! Oh Lord, please, no! Haha. I'm not really that miserable. Just impatient and sleep deprived. Don't laugh at me. I got less sleep pregnant then I did when Corban was a newborn. I'm praying for another one of those.
Anyway, I'm rambling, this is pointless, and I'm wasting valuable shut-eye time. Off to dreamland I go...
and then tossed and turned....
and tossed and turned some more
until Corban got up at 5:55a.m. I feel so tired right now.
And so, my friends, while my precious, rambunctious baby boy, who now is the posessor of 9 teeth sleeps... I think I will do the same.
I'm off to snuggle up into my bed and pray that an hours worth of sleep will make up for my lack of nighttime slumber.
Any good middle names to go with the name Cate?
Just wondering. You know, in case someone wants to name their daughter that one day.
My baby girl probably won't have a name until we meet her. Which I'm praying is soon, by the way. I had another over-an-hour bout of 4 minute apart contractions last night. They continued off and on throughout the night, and have been sporatic today. A handful of them have been pretty uncomfortable, but not regular, so it's just my body practicing, surely. I'm sure that she's dropped though, as I know how sciatic nerve pain down the back of my leg, feel like there's a bowling ball resting in between my hips, and can no longer find a shirt to cover the bottom few inches of my stomach. 4 more weeks of this?! Oh Lord, please, no! Haha. I'm not really that miserable. Just impatient and sleep deprived. Don't laugh at me. I got less sleep pregnant then I did when Corban was a newborn. I'm praying for another one of those.
Anyway, I'm rambling, this is pointless, and I'm wasting valuable shut-eye time. Off to dreamland I go...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
brrrrrrrrr
Winter has made its appearance in mid-central Indiana. I guess it's alright, seeing as Christmas is 9 days away. Come January 1st, though, it can pack its bags and head right on out. After all, anyone who has been to Target or any other store knows that summer is right around the corner, with all the bathing suits and such making an appearance. Yes, seriously. Mid-December shoppers have a wide array of stinking bathing suits to choose from. And I thought it was nuts to see Christmas decorations in October. Let's not even put the summer stuff away next year, alright? Christmas decoration, all year round. Winter jackets? Let's put them out in April... you know, for those who like to shop 8 months in advance.
Geez, Louise!
Anyway, it is bitterly cold today, as it was yesterday. My new windows are doing a much better job keeping the house warm than our former non-windows ever dreamed of doing. It'd probably be warmer in here if I'd allow the thermostat to be set above 65, but anything warmer than that, and I'm sweating. This crazy pregnant body! We're supposed to get our first batch of bad weather tonight. Freezing rain, snow, and the like. It's supposed to be hitting around 3 or so this afternoon... I was supposed to go to the heart doctor today, but I post-poned my appointment because I didn't want to be driving in the weather. I'd be driving when the weather was supposed to be the worst, in the busiest part of indiana, during rush hour traffic. No, thanks.
I finished Christmas shopping today! Wooo!! And, I am very pleased with my purchases. I really really enjoy Christmas shopping. It's the wrapping that I find dreadful. Wanna come wrap my presents for me?
Whenever I cough, Corban barks. It's the funniest thing! And- he got 2 new teeth today!! One top molar, and one of his bottom front teeth. He's up to 8 now.
Oh, and speaking of new things!- This week, we got a new (used) 52 inch television, and a new (used) fridge. Just given to us. Randomly. Things that were far from necessary, but an absolute blessing. We are very thankful... I'm especially thankful for the fridge!!! I've been wanting (and needing) more freezer space.
My Baby Girl (whom, I'm sorry, Aunt Holly, is still without a name)'s bumper pad came in today. A rare occurance, imo, but I like it even more so in person than I did in the picture! It's beautiful!! And the backside of it, which I couldn't see from the picture, is pale yellow, green, and white stripes. It's perfect. Exactly what I was wanting, and then some. The right amount of girl to it, without being overwhelmingly pink. Yessssss! I can't wait to put her room together, but I have to do Corban's room first. But Jordan has to do the floor in Corban's room before that. And we have to decide what we want to do before that. And so the list goes.
Anyway, Corban is pulling wipes out and pretending to blow his nose on them, so I must go put a stop to it before the wipes run out. Ha. Adios!
Geez, Louise!
Anyway, it is bitterly cold today, as it was yesterday. My new windows are doing a much better job keeping the house warm than our former non-windows ever dreamed of doing. It'd probably be warmer in here if I'd allow the thermostat to be set above 65, but anything warmer than that, and I'm sweating. This crazy pregnant body! We're supposed to get our first batch of bad weather tonight. Freezing rain, snow, and the like. It's supposed to be hitting around 3 or so this afternoon... I was supposed to go to the heart doctor today, but I post-poned my appointment because I didn't want to be driving in the weather. I'd be driving when the weather was supposed to be the worst, in the busiest part of indiana, during rush hour traffic. No, thanks.
I finished Christmas shopping today! Wooo!! And, I am very pleased with my purchases. I really really enjoy Christmas shopping. It's the wrapping that I find dreadful. Wanna come wrap my presents for me?
Whenever I cough, Corban barks. It's the funniest thing! And- he got 2 new teeth today!! One top molar, and one of his bottom front teeth. He's up to 8 now.
Oh, and speaking of new things!- This week, we got a new (used) 52 inch television, and a new (used) fridge. Just given to us. Randomly. Things that were far from necessary, but an absolute blessing. We are very thankful... I'm especially thankful for the fridge!!! I've been wanting (and needing) more freezer space.
My Baby Girl (whom, I'm sorry, Aunt Holly, is still without a name)'s bumper pad came in today. A rare occurance, imo, but I like it even more so in person than I did in the picture! It's beautiful!! And the backside of it, which I couldn't see from the picture, is pale yellow, green, and white stripes. It's perfect. Exactly what I was wanting, and then some. The right amount of girl to it, without being overwhelmingly pink. Yessssss! I can't wait to put her room together, but I have to do Corban's room first. But Jordan has to do the floor in Corban's room before that. And we have to decide what we want to do before that. And so the list goes.
Anyway, Corban is pulling wipes out and pretending to blow his nose on them, so I must go put a stop to it before the wipes run out. Ha. Adios!
Monday, December 15, 2008
whoa, baby!
So I went for my weekly appointment today, and during my ultrasound they measured my baby girl. If you watch the screen while they're measuring, you can see the "gestational age" according to the measurements... I kept thinking they seemed further along then I am--- and I was right. I told the ultrasound-tech that she seemed really big, and she responded 'No, she's just measuring 2 days ahead of your due date.' I was baffled, and then asked what due date they had for me. Uh huh... January 8th. Meaning, she was measuring at January 6th. (And my due date is January 16th). Meaning that she's much bigger than your average 35.5 weeker, weighing in at (approximately, I know) 6 lbs. 9 oz.!!! With a month to go!!
Whoa, baby.
She's in the 80th percentile.
I was worried about my lack of 'newborn' sized clothes, but I'm thinking they may not be too necessary. Corban was 7lbs 10 oz. when he was born. I was 8 lbs. 5 oz. myself, and Jordan (my big, beefy husband- haha) was a mere 6 lbs. Looks like she's going to beat her brother, if she keeps cooking in there!
You know what didn't get bigger though? Me!!! I was 1.5 lbs lighter than my last appointment, making my weight gain 28.5 lbs, and not 30. I like that better. Haha.
Anyway, we've got a busy week ahead here. I go to see my electro-physiologist tomorrow, Wednesday is church, Thursday I'm hanging out with a friend, and then Brandon and Holly come in the evening, and Friday is JD's first post-op MRI, and first MRI since starting chemo. Please be praying it comes back clear... Saturday, we have a family Christmas with Jordan's grandpa, and Sunday, we have Christmas with the Taylor cousins. Phew! I'm tired just thinking about it.
And then the next week is Christmas. Holy moly.
I'm full-term the day after, and man oh man, it would just be fantastic if this little girl would come in December, when everyone is off of work and in Indiana already. It sure would make things easier for everyone, myself included. :) I do have her clothes organized, her big brother has a big-boy bed, things are approaching readiness. Oh, to be patient....
I'm off to shower while Corban naps, and then I'm making a dreadful trip to the grocery store. We're out of everything, but I simply do not want to go. And man, it's cold outside!
Whoa, baby.
She's in the 80th percentile.
I was worried about my lack of 'newborn' sized clothes, but I'm thinking they may not be too necessary. Corban was 7lbs 10 oz. when he was born. I was 8 lbs. 5 oz. myself, and Jordan (my big, beefy husband- haha) was a mere 6 lbs. Looks like she's going to beat her brother, if she keeps cooking in there!
You know what didn't get bigger though? Me!!! I was 1.5 lbs lighter than my last appointment, making my weight gain 28.5 lbs, and not 30. I like that better. Haha.
Anyway, we've got a busy week ahead here. I go to see my electro-physiologist tomorrow, Wednesday is church, Thursday I'm hanging out with a friend, and then Brandon and Holly come in the evening, and Friday is JD's first post-op MRI, and first MRI since starting chemo. Please be praying it comes back clear... Saturday, we have a family Christmas with Jordan's grandpa, and Sunday, we have Christmas with the Taylor cousins. Phew! I'm tired just thinking about it.
And then the next week is Christmas. Holy moly.
I'm full-term the day after, and man oh man, it would just be fantastic if this little girl would come in December, when everyone is off of work and in Indiana already. It sure would make things easier for everyone, myself included. :) I do have her clothes organized, her big brother has a big-boy bed, things are approaching readiness. Oh, to be patient....
I'm off to shower while Corban naps, and then I'm making a dreadful trip to the grocery store. We're out of everything, but I simply do not want to go. And man, it's cold outside!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
much ado about what to-do... haha
After over an hour of 3 minute apart contractions last night, I realized that this baby's arrival is just around the corner. With her arrival just around the corner, I realized that I need to get ready for her. My mind has been reeling with things I need to do and so guess what!? You get to see my to-do list. Mostly because I left my journal in the car, and don't want to go outside. And a little bit because I simply like blogging.
- Wash car seat cover.
- Put batteries in swing and bouncy seat.
- Empty cradle of Corban's baby things.
- Put cradle in our bedroom.
- Clean bedroom.
- Catch up on laundry (yeah.. right).
- Buy baby girl newborn socks, winter hat, and headbands. (okay, so those aren't pressing issues... but they're fun!)
- Pack hospital bag.
- Take mountain of random things on Corban's big boy room floor to Goodwill.
- Clean out Corban's closet.
- Return borrowed baby boy clothes.
There you have it. Aside from the normal to-do stuff, like sweep the kitchen and clean the toilets, there's the things that I really would like to have done before this Baby Girl makes her entrance. Oh, and about the contractions... it was like this when I was pregnant with Corban, and it makes for a really miserable last month. I'll be on edge from here on out, wondering if 'this is it.' I started having regular contractions at 34 weeks with Corban, and was hooked up to fluids to try and stop them. The fluids did nothing at all, but I wasn't dilating, so I was sent on my way. I endured random bouts of regular contractions for the remainder of my pregnancy, but none of them did a darned thing. Poo.
I've had a handful of regular ctx this time around, but never with either pregnancy have they been 3 minutes apart. These weren't painful, but uncomfortable, and I could really feel it in my back. I woke up at 3 a.m. with some pretty intense waves of cramping as well, but I didn't bother timing them, and eventualyl fell back asleep.
What concerns me about it all is knowing when they're real thing. I was induced with Corban, given Cervadil and pitocin, and eventually a Folley bulb to manually open my cervix, since I wasn't dilating. The bulb opened me to 5 cm, the dr. broke my water after that, and I got an epideral at 6 cm. They had the pit maxed out on the second day, and the third day (with the bulb) was the day I was actually laboring, but with the pitocin. There was never a point during any of my induction that I was having to breathe through contractions or anything like that. After they broke my water, they definitely were more intense and I was having to have Jordan push on my back, but aside from that, it really was pretty much the same thing I'd been feeling for weeks. So what- do I just wait until my water breaks? How do you know it's the real thing, when you've been having 'real' contractions for a month!? I know it'll all work out, but I'm going to have to spend a lot of time praying to not be anxious for the remainder of the pregnancy, as this 'not knowing' business drives me crazy.
Anyway, off to start working on my list. First task at hand: laundry. Ew. Good day!
Friday, December 12, 2008
a new 'trick'...
I was soundly sleeping this morning, when all of a sudden I heard my son crying...
right outside of my bedroom door!
What?! Jordan sprung out of bed faster than I've ever seen him move, and sure enough, it really was Corban at our door. Uh oh. He hadn't been fussing or crying, or even babbling... we heard nothing in the monitor (which I double checked, and it was on). We could see his escape route when we got to his room- but now the dilemna- what do we do!?
I can't close his door because it'll get too hot with his space heater. I could try a gate, but it'll be just days before he figures out how to climb over it, I'm sure. I guess we'll have to do the inevitable, what we've been planning on doing anyway... moving him to his big-boy bed.
Anyway, we're off to an ear re-check appointment, with a little detour at Super Target. Then home again, home again. We've stayed in a ton this week, and it's been good for us, I think. Especially with my sick kiddo.
Oh- and I finished the trim in one of our living rooms. I've decided to take it one room at a time, one per day. It's a lot less overwhelming this way.
And that dreadful nausea you get first trimester of pregnancy? Well, first and second, if you're like me? Well- it's returned. And gag reflex is in full force. I'm just waiting for the stomach contents to follow. Why oh why? Isn't it enough that I'm toting around 30 extra pounds, a watermelon in front, have absolutely no energy, a zitty face...? We really have to throw in morning sickness again? Haha. Baby Girl, come quickly. :)
And on that note, I'm off. I need a glass of ice water like I need my next breath. Adios.
right outside of my bedroom door!
What?! Jordan sprung out of bed faster than I've ever seen him move, and sure enough, it really was Corban at our door. Uh oh. He hadn't been fussing or crying, or even babbling... we heard nothing in the monitor (which I double checked, and it was on). We could see his escape route when we got to his room- but now the dilemna- what do we do!?
I can't close his door because it'll get too hot with his space heater. I could try a gate, but it'll be just days before he figures out how to climb over it, I'm sure. I guess we'll have to do the inevitable, what we've been planning on doing anyway... moving him to his big-boy bed.
Anyway, we're off to an ear re-check appointment, with a little detour at Super Target. Then home again, home again. We've stayed in a ton this week, and it's been good for us, I think. Especially with my sick kiddo.
Oh- and I finished the trim in one of our living rooms. I've decided to take it one room at a time, one per day. It's a lot less overwhelming this way.
And that dreadful nausea you get first trimester of pregnancy? Well, first and second, if you're like me? Well- it's returned. And gag reflex is in full force. I'm just waiting for the stomach contents to follow. Why oh why? Isn't it enough that I'm toting around 30 extra pounds, a watermelon in front, have absolutely no energy, a zitty face...? We really have to throw in morning sickness again? Haha. Baby Girl, come quickly. :)
And on that note, I'm off. I need a glass of ice water like I need my next breath. Adios.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I'm just sitting here, nearing 2 p.m., still in pajamas... listening to my precious son exclaim "Football! Football!" over and over and over. Oh, but he stopped, and now he's singing a sweet song, in a language that only he understands. Have I mentioned lately that I absolutely love being a mom? Seriously. This week hasn't been without challenges, a few pulled hairs, some tears, but I wouldn't trade a minute of it for the world.
Enough of the sentimental babbling. Look what I just bought!:
I only ordered the bumper pad, as it was all we needed. I have really cute sage green curtains, and am still debating on what color(s) we'll paint the walls, but will probably do a creamy yellow and tan. My in-laws are giving us this neat looking dresser they have, and we'll paint it cream. If I find a rocking chair at Goodwill or on Craigslist, I'll purchase it, possibly paint it too... same with a book shelf. I'm having fun dreaming up a nursery... (Oh, just to add- it's from Pottery Barn, but I got it super clearanced and paid $29.99 [originally $80] for it... the same as I was going to pay for the one at Babies R Us!)Corban's 'big boy' room is slowly being mentally assembled. And we have (in real life) some pieces of it, but none of them are actually in the room. We're doing an 'outdoor/camping' th
eme for him, and I'm really excited about it. We've got a green comforter with tan sheets and tan curtains. I'm using big ole sticks for his curtain rods. We don't have this bedding set, but are getting most of the matching room accessories- a lantern, lamp, pillows, wall clock, etc. It's from Target, and is Wollrich brand, in case you're wondering. I'm sooo excited about it. I haven't officially decided on wall colors for him yet either, but they will be mostly dark tan/brownish, and I'm debating between a shade of orange and green. So we'll see. I like colors, lots of them, in case you haven't noticed. Most rooms in our house have more than one color.
eme for him, and I'm really excited about it. We've got a green comforter with tan sheets and tan curtains. I'm using big ole sticks for his curtain rods. We don't have this bedding set, but are getting most of the matching room accessories- a lantern, lamp, pillows, wall clock, etc. It's from Target, and is Wollrich brand, in case you're wondering. I'm sooo excited about it. I haven't officially decided on wall colors for him yet either, but they will be mostly dark tan/brownish, and I'm debating between a shade of orange and green. So we'll see. I like colors, lots of them, in case you haven't noticed. Most rooms in our house have more than one color.Anyway- I made a delicious (if I do say so myself) pot of chili for lunch today. Jordan was actually able to come home and join us, so that was a nice treat. Corban eats up his time with Daddy. I love watching the two of them together. But Corban is napping now, and my house looks as though a tornado has made its way through it, mostly because instead of following behind and cleaning up, I laid on the couch and watched as Corban emptied baskets, pulled things off of shelves, etc. So- I'm off to put this place back together, and perhaps nap myself... or at least snuggle up on the couch and read a book.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
just mama today
Good morning!
Yesterday was in fact a long day, but we survived. And today is off to a much better start, despite the sink overflowing with (stinky!) dishes, laundry needing to be washed, and trash sprinkled throughout the house from our white elephant gift exchange we had Sunday night with the youth group. Those are small things, right? My mom had this cross-stitched wall hanging growing up, and I always loved what it said... "So quite down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep." Oh, to maintain such a perspective! But if I've ever seen it, believed it, it's now.
I've been hit in the face with ample doses of reality here recently, and it's been good. It's good to realize what really does matter, what's worth letting lie, when to call it quits, when it's worth being worked up. Granted, I've got a long way to go before this realization makes the trek from my mind to my heart, but it's a place to start. I know that I will never look back on these days of Corban as a toddler and think, "Man, I sure wish I would've done a better job keeping up with the laundry. I sure wish my kitchen floor was cleaner..." So, right now, while he sleeps, I'm enjoying a few 'me' moments, and then I'll suck it up and get to work. But when he wakes up, I'm all his. We've got some time we need to make up. Our life has been chaos the last few months, a routine non-existant, our time just at home in our jammies to play and lay around and read books and snuggle-- hasn't happened. And I only have a few more weeks with just my sweet boy, and I want to savor every last second. So- off to work I go. I'll tackle the dishes now, and then we'll see what else gets accomplished, but I'm ready to just be Mama for the day.
Monday, December 8, 2008
not off to a good start...
So yesterday when I got home from church, I decided to clean the toilets. I ventured into our master bath, which is usually left completely alone- door shut and all. We literally do not use it for anything. It's got an avacado green sink and shower stall, torquoise shag carpet, etc. Nasty. On top of that, it was never cleaned. Like ever. The shower has layers upon layers upon layers of nastiness sitting in it. I spray the outside of the door and the bottom along the floor with bleach weekly, because there used to be a nice layer of mold growing there. Yuck. But, that's as far as our involvement goes.
So back to yesterday... I go in to clean the toilet. The shower head has always leaked, and you'd always hear a drip- but when I was in there I noticed that the drip was water hitting water. Uh oh. So I hold my breath, open the door and see that there is water standing completely even to the lip of the door (it's just a stall, remember- not a tub). Oh, crap. Upon further investigation when jordan got home, we realized that it has overflowed, as the front and floor are both damp. Crap again. So- I make my way downstairs, unsure of what to do at this point. I am in kitchen and start trying to think about what would be below that shower (it's upstairs). I then realize that it'd be my kitchen by my oven. I walk there, look up, and find a wet ceiling. Oh brother.
At that point, I called Jordan, and then went up stairs to start filling a pitcher and dumping water, trying to empty the stall. It was a very slow process. When Jordan got home, he got out the shop-vac and emptied it that way. He poured draino or something along those lines down the drain, and it's still sitting there, 24 hours later. Well, that plus more water.
We're waiting to hear from our insurance guy, and will go from there I guess. I'm just hoping and praying that it's not going to cost us a ton of money!!! I'm a little anxious about it all, really, and cannot wait to hear what Monte has to say.
Anyway, on top of that, we were up a good portion of the night with Corban- he's got a terrible cough and just coughed all night long- it even kept him up this time, which it usually does not. :( He's definitely not acting himself today, so I'm going to have to call the doctor, yet again. My poor kiddo is always sick! I was going to have someone watch him for me today so I could go to my OB appointment and then to chemo with JD, but they're sick and Corban's sick, so that won't be happening. Overall, I'm in a pretty foul mood. lol. I would really like to curl up in my bed with a good book, but that won't be happening. And I want so badly to be there with JD. But, it's best that I stay away with my son being sick and all.
Anyway, I'm off to finish getting ready. A happier Monday to you!
So back to yesterday... I go in to clean the toilet. The shower head has always leaked, and you'd always hear a drip- but when I was in there I noticed that the drip was water hitting water. Uh oh. So I hold my breath, open the door and see that there is water standing completely even to the lip of the door (it's just a stall, remember- not a tub). Oh, crap. Upon further investigation when jordan got home, we realized that it has overflowed, as the front and floor are both damp. Crap again. So- I make my way downstairs, unsure of what to do at this point. I am in kitchen and start trying to think about what would be below that shower (it's upstairs). I then realize that it'd be my kitchen by my oven. I walk there, look up, and find a wet ceiling. Oh brother.
At that point, I called Jordan, and then went up stairs to start filling a pitcher and dumping water, trying to empty the stall. It was a very slow process. When Jordan got home, he got out the shop-vac and emptied it that way. He poured draino or something along those lines down the drain, and it's still sitting there, 24 hours later. Well, that plus more water.
We're waiting to hear from our insurance guy, and will go from there I guess. I'm just hoping and praying that it's not going to cost us a ton of money!!! I'm a little anxious about it all, really, and cannot wait to hear what Monte has to say.
Anyway, on top of that, we were up a good portion of the night with Corban- he's got a terrible cough and just coughed all night long- it even kept him up this time, which it usually does not. :( He's definitely not acting himself today, so I'm going to have to call the doctor, yet again. My poor kiddo is always sick! I was going to have someone watch him for me today so I could go to my OB appointment and then to chemo with JD, but they're sick and Corban's sick, so that won't be happening. Overall, I'm in a pretty foul mood. lol. I would really like to curl up in my bed with a good book, but that won't be happening. And I want so badly to be there with JD. But, it's best that I stay away with my son being sick and all.
Anyway, I'm off to finish getting ready. A happier Monday to you!
Friday, December 5, 2008
7 things about Corban at 7:30.
C-O-R-B-A-N
1. My son is already in bed... and has been for 30 minutes. This is what happens when afternoon naps are neglected.
2. My son is a human garbage disposal. He will wrestle you down for that bite of popcorn, or climb Mt. Everest to reach that slice of orange. There's no measure he won't take to get himself a bite of cracker. So beware. You've been warned... now warn your kiddos.
3. Mr. Corban has the best laugh in the whole entire world. There's not a greater noise in the anywhere. Debate with me if you must, but I'm telling the truth. And if you heard him, you'd agree.
4. Mr. Corban also has quite the temper. I'm currently experimenting with disciplinary action, so if you have any suggestions- do tell. So far ineffective: spanking, time out, going to bed, restraining.... All that's left is removing limbs. But I'd like to keep him alive past his second birthday, and keep him in my custody as well. Hmmm.. But for real- he will yell at you, throw himself on the ground, slam his fists and kick his feet, and my personal favorite (not)- headbutt. What I've done today and I think if I consistantly do it, we may get somewhere... but when he would throw a fit (which was often, unfortunately), I would take him to a chair in the corner of the office, sit him on my lap, and hold him close, arms down to his side. Oh, he screamed, reared back, etc. but after a minute, he'd just be sad. And then I'd pray with him, tell him I loved him, and let him go about his business. A time-out of sorts, I suppose. The parenting part of being of a parent is hard, ladies and gentlemen!
5. Corban, or stinky boy as he's often referred to around my house, associates any spelling or letters said with Old Mac Donald. You sing the ABC's? His response: "O-O-O-I-E-O." You spell his name? "E-E-E-O-E". You sing Old Mac Donald? "Woof. Woof." The kid's a riot. :)
6. His brain works just like his fathers. I'm serious. If you know Jordan at all, you know that, well... he's a little off the wall. Corban thinks on the same field, I think. For example, I asked him to put away the football playstation game cases (which he searches for and carries around all day long). He looks at me, walks up into the office, into the kitchen, opens the cabinet, sets the games neatly in a pot, shuts the cabinet and comes back down to the living room. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. He picked up a piece of paper in the office. I asked him to put it in the trash... so he walks into the kitchen, takes a little turn into the bathroom, opens the toilet, puts the paper in, shuts the lid, walks back out. I couldn't help but laugh! I've also found a glass of milk in that drawer underneath the oven, shoes in kitchen pots, diapers in the toilet, etc. Oh what a boy. :) Also like his daddy, he loves to laugh and make others laugh. And he's darn good at it too.
7. Corban Gabriel McG is all boy. Everything about him screams masculine, with the exception of his forever-long eyelashes. He has more energy than I could ever dream of having. He's obsessed (seriously) with football. He's very rough... likes to wrestle and tackle and throw and growl. Loves cars and dogs. Dislikes anything that requires him to be still or quiet. Wouldn't dream of watching TV. Thinks dolls are made for throwing. Laughs at bodily noises. He's very strong-willed, determined. Climbs anything that he can. Loves Daddy so much it's unbelievable. Refuses to say 'mama' ever... He's not a snuggler, but gives love head-butts on occassion, and chin kisses when the mood strikes. He absolutely loves to sleep, and let's you know when it's time for 'niiiiii niiii'. He will lay his head on you if you've got his blankie and he has his paci, but only for a minute, and he wants put in bed and left alone. Will win your heart with just one smile, have you wrapped around his finger with a bat of those gorgeous eyes. He's my precious, sweet sweet boy and I cannot imagine my life without him. He brings me more joy than I ever dreamed possible. The depth of the love I have for him far surpasses anything I ever imagined bestowing on anything or anyone.
And- he's darn cute too. :) See?
1. My son is already in bed... and has been for 30 minutes. This is what happens when afternoon naps are neglected.
2. My son is a human garbage disposal. He will wrestle you down for that bite of popcorn, or climb Mt. Everest to reach that slice of orange. There's no measure he won't take to get himself a bite of cracker. So beware. You've been warned... now warn your kiddos.
3. Mr. Corban has the best laugh in the whole entire world. There's not a greater noise in the anywhere. Debate with me if you must, but I'm telling the truth. And if you heard him, you'd agree.
4. Mr. Corban also has quite the temper. I'm currently experimenting with disciplinary action, so if you have any suggestions- do tell. So far ineffective: spanking, time out, going to bed, restraining.... All that's left is removing limbs. But I'd like to keep him alive past his second birthday, and keep him in my custody as well. Hmmm.. But for real- he will yell at you, throw himself on the ground, slam his fists and kick his feet, and my personal favorite (not)- headbutt. What I've done today and I think if I consistantly do it, we may get somewhere... but when he would throw a fit (which was often, unfortunately), I would take him to a chair in the corner of the office, sit him on my lap, and hold him close, arms down to his side. Oh, he screamed, reared back, etc. but after a minute, he'd just be sad. And then I'd pray with him, tell him I loved him, and let him go about his business. A time-out of sorts, I suppose. The parenting part of being of a parent is hard, ladies and gentlemen!
5. Corban, or stinky boy as he's often referred to around my house, associates any spelling or letters said with Old Mac Donald. You sing the ABC's? His response: "O-O-O-I-E-O." You spell his name? "E-E-E-O-E". You sing Old Mac Donald? "Woof. Woof." The kid's a riot. :)
6. His brain works just like his fathers. I'm serious. If you know Jordan at all, you know that, well... he's a little off the wall. Corban thinks on the same field, I think. For example, I asked him to put away the football playstation game cases (which he searches for and carries around all day long). He looks at me, walks up into the office, into the kitchen, opens the cabinet, sets the games neatly in a pot, shuts the cabinet and comes back down to the living room. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. He picked up a piece of paper in the office. I asked him to put it in the trash... so he walks into the kitchen, takes a little turn into the bathroom, opens the toilet, puts the paper in, shuts the lid, walks back out. I couldn't help but laugh! I've also found a glass of milk in that drawer underneath the oven, shoes in kitchen pots, diapers in the toilet, etc. Oh what a boy. :) Also like his daddy, he loves to laugh and make others laugh. And he's darn good at it too.
7. Corban Gabriel McG is all boy. Everything about him screams masculine, with the exception of his forever-long eyelashes. He has more energy than I could ever dream of having. He's obsessed (seriously) with football. He's very rough... likes to wrestle and tackle and throw and growl. Loves cars and dogs. Dislikes anything that requires him to be still or quiet. Wouldn't dream of watching TV. Thinks dolls are made for throwing. Laughs at bodily noises. He's very strong-willed, determined. Climbs anything that he can. Loves Daddy so much it's unbelievable. Refuses to say 'mama' ever... He's not a snuggler, but gives love head-butts on occassion, and chin kisses when the mood strikes. He absolutely loves to sleep, and let's you know when it's time for 'niiiiii niiii'. He will lay his head on you if you've got his blankie and he has his paci, but only for a minute, and he wants put in bed and left alone. Will win your heart with just one smile, have you wrapped around his finger with a bat of those gorgeous eyes. He's my precious, sweet sweet boy and I cannot imagine my life without him. He brings me more joy than I ever dreamed possible. The depth of the love I have for him far surpasses anything I ever imagined bestowing on anything or anyone.
And- he's darn cute too. :) See?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
in case you were wondering...
- what 34 weeks pregnant looks like, the second time around:
- what my kitchen (okay, one corner of it) used to look like:
- what that same corner of my kitchen looks like now:
- what my bathroom used to look like (and please, take note of the choo-choo train border, peach walls, and red-white-blue SHAG CARPET):
- what my bathroom looks like now:
And that, folks, is just a small taste of the improvements we've made on our home. If I didn't hate the way pictures worked on blogger, and if I didn't need to be preparing my house for company, I would show some more examples. But that should be enough to whet your appetite, no? :) Happy Tuesday!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Well, I had planned on finally painting my trim during this time, but a snack and a hot shower sounded better, so here I sit.
I just ate some Tomato Basil wheat thins, and they leave the most terrible taste in your mouth! Gross!
Did you realize that it's December?
Whoa.
I am winding down on the pregnancy side of things. I'm 33 weeks and some odd days, putting me less than a month from full-term, and like 6.5 weeks from my due date. Whoa. In case you didn't catch it, my pregnancy is almost over. My life with just one child is almost over. My days of being a family of three... almost done. It's hard to wrap my mind around really, but it's becoming more of a reality every day. One of my best friends is 3 days past her due date, but she's been my reference point this whole time... once Wendi's there, I'm almost there. And, well, she's there! She'll be having baby Audri any time now. Whoa again.
I'm feeling decent, just very pregnant. Baby Girl is sitting so low. My belly is getting huge. Braxton Hicks contractions becoming more frequent. The number on the scale is getting high. The number of shirts that still fit me... low. I'm tired, alot. Nesting in high gear. Wanting to eat chocolate and popcorn constantly. You know, those kinds of things.
My son is awesome. No really, he is. And cute too. What? It's true. :) I can't get enough of him. He's talking and babbling up a storm. He's getting so stinkin' smart. And he's wierd, like his daddy, already. But he gives the best slobbery kisses and sweetest little hugs... and most terrible headbutts when he doesn't get his way. He's a really good cleaner-upper, and loves Daaada sooo much. And DayDee. And I-Zee. (those are two of his four uncles- he loves the others, just doesn't say their names). He loves dogs and lights and outside... except says them as 'dawdee, yights, and ayide'. I can't forget to mention that he is absolutely obsessed with football. Seriously. It's incredible. He looked at a Peyton Manning book for a whole entire HOUR. If you have children, you know this is quite a feat. He'll even somewhat watch it on TV, which won't hold his attention any other time. I love being home with him, and I really, truly love being his mom. And I tell him that every day, and I want to tell him that every day for the rest of his life.
JD is doing really well. Really, really well, all things considered. He handled first round of chemo pretty easily, with some nausea and tiredness, but really that was all. He's beoming quite the Scrabble player, and that's frustrating. :) He kicks my rear more often then not! No, I'm so proud of him and his attitude and how he's carried himself and walked through all of this... along with my parents but specifically my Mom. She's left no question in where her hope lies or Who she trusts. I can say without any sort of reservation that God truly is getting the glory and honor and praise despite the adversity being faced. My Mom is an awesome woman. If you don't know her... well, that stinks. You're missing out. :)
My husband... well, he's really good looking. He got a hair cut this week, and man! I'm a lucky woman. Haha. But seriously, we enjoyed being able to just relax together this week and have time together as a family. We've got a busy 3 months coming up (on top of the addition of a child!), but most of the things we have, we get to be together for. I'm thankful for that. He's been really really awesome for me this last month, holding me while I fall apart, praying for me, encouraging me to be there with my family. He's a good man, and really I mean it when I say I'm a lucky woman. :)
Anyway, there's an update on my life in a nutshell. Maybe I'll have more exciting things to say or pictures to post later in the week. Until then.... enjoy the Christmas season!
I just ate some Tomato Basil wheat thins, and they leave the most terrible taste in your mouth! Gross!
Did you realize that it's December?
Whoa.
I am winding down on the pregnancy side of things. I'm 33 weeks and some odd days, putting me less than a month from full-term, and like 6.5 weeks from my due date. Whoa. In case you didn't catch it, my pregnancy is almost over. My life with just one child is almost over. My days of being a family of three... almost done. It's hard to wrap my mind around really, but it's becoming more of a reality every day. One of my best friends is 3 days past her due date, but she's been my reference point this whole time... once Wendi's there, I'm almost there. And, well, she's there! She'll be having baby Audri any time now. Whoa again.
I'm feeling decent, just very pregnant. Baby Girl is sitting so low. My belly is getting huge. Braxton Hicks contractions becoming more frequent. The number on the scale is getting high. The number of shirts that still fit me... low. I'm tired, alot. Nesting in high gear. Wanting to eat chocolate and popcorn constantly. You know, those kinds of things.
My son is awesome. No really, he is. And cute too. What? It's true. :) I can't get enough of him. He's talking and babbling up a storm. He's getting so stinkin' smart. And he's wierd, like his daddy, already. But he gives the best slobbery kisses and sweetest little hugs... and most terrible headbutts when he doesn't get his way. He's a really good cleaner-upper, and loves Daaada sooo much. And DayDee. And I-Zee. (those are two of his four uncles- he loves the others, just doesn't say their names). He loves dogs and lights and outside... except says them as 'dawdee, yights, and ayide'. I can't forget to mention that he is absolutely obsessed with football. Seriously. It's incredible. He looked at a Peyton Manning book for a whole entire HOUR. If you have children, you know this is quite a feat. He'll even somewhat watch it on TV, which won't hold his attention any other time. I love being home with him, and I really, truly love being his mom. And I tell him that every day, and I want to tell him that every day for the rest of his life.
JD is doing really well. Really, really well, all things considered. He handled first round of chemo pretty easily, with some nausea and tiredness, but really that was all. He's beoming quite the Scrabble player, and that's frustrating. :) He kicks my rear more often then not! No, I'm so proud of him and his attitude and how he's carried himself and walked through all of this... along with my parents but specifically my Mom. She's left no question in where her hope lies or Who she trusts. I can say without any sort of reservation that God truly is getting the glory and honor and praise despite the adversity being faced. My Mom is an awesome woman. If you don't know her... well, that stinks. You're missing out. :)
My husband... well, he's really good looking. He got a hair cut this week, and man! I'm a lucky woman. Haha. But seriously, we enjoyed being able to just relax together this week and have time together as a family. We've got a busy 3 months coming up (on top of the addition of a child!), but most of the things we have, we get to be together for. I'm thankful for that. He's been really really awesome for me this last month, holding me while I fall apart, praying for me, encouraging me to be there with my family. He's a good man, and really I mean it when I say I'm a lucky woman. :)
Anyway, there's an update on my life in a nutshell. Maybe I'll have more exciting things to say or pictures to post later in the week. Until then.... enjoy the Christmas season!
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