For some reason, and I definitely believe it was a gentle reminder from the Lord, I had a quote from long ago, another season of waiting, pop into my head this morning on my way to church, and I can't shake it. Nor can I find it's exact wording, or the journal I wrote it in, or the book it was from, but the gist of it, I believe, is forever written on my heart - as it's been 5 years since I read it last. It's funny how that happens sometimes, huh? It's nothing too profound, but it was impacting when I read it five years ago, and every bit as much so right now.
Simply:
"The most precious things in life often come at the expense of a waiting period."
Waiting is so hard. Almost always. Waiting for lunch. Waiting for results from a doctor. Waiting on the weekend. Counting down the days until your wedding. Waiting to be reunited with a loved one. Waiting for the birth of a baby. It's never easy to sit in anticipation, knowing something so desired is just around the corner, but oh- how sweet it is when it arrives.
There's another quote that I've always connected mentally with this waiting period one, mostly because they were big in my life at the same time. I think this one is from Jim Elliot, and I read it in "Passion and Purity."
"Let not our longing slay our appetite for living."
Once again, the two go hand in hand for me. I know that the wait will be so worth it. I know that I will be immensly upset with myself if I do break down and go for the induction simply because I cannot wait. But I also know that I will terribly upset with myself looking back on this time and how I've handled this season of waiting- that is, if things don't change, if I don't heed this gentle reminder. Oh, how I cannot wait to kiss my sweet baby girl, to look her over from head to toe, to show her to Corban, to kiss my husband as we marvel at our precious child... but I've been 'waiting' so impatiently, wallowing in self-pity, and making those around me just as miserable that I'm missing so much here in the in-between time. I'm letting my longing take over and rule!
No more. Enough is enough. Today, I will wrestle my son and snuggle my husband, not time contractions and be furious when they spread out. I will pray for my daughter and her arrival, but I will not let the rest of my life hinge on whether or not she's here by 8:30 tonight or not. I'm going to keep living in the mean time, alright?
She will come. I will not be pregnant for ever. And oh, how precious that day will be...
Until then, I'm living. Good day!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Well, last night for over 3 hours I had contractions between 3-5 minutes apart, mostly 3-4. And then I went to bed, was finally able to fall asleep, and woke up STILL pregnant.
What kind of cruel game is this?! I'm going crazy over here!
It's so discouraging. Every stinkin night I wonder if 'this is it'... and it's not. I wouldn't mind so much if it weren't for the constant contractions. I am so tempted to just go in next time they are so regular, and let them just break my water. I really almost called last night, because of the consistancy, length, and even increasing discomfort. But alas, they stopped. Oh man, this is so hard. I'm mostly dreading church today because of the inevitable 'You're still pregnant?' or 'You're about to pop!' or 'Surely you're overdue by now' comments. I think I'll treat myself to starbucks on my way- haha. :)
In other news, we had a really wonderful day at home, just the 3 of us yesterday. We did a whole lot of nothing most of the day, but were all together, all day long, which was awesome. We even all took a 2+ hour nap! I made homemade (delicious) chocolate chip cookies, and Jordan make some (delicious) homemade guacamole, and then we had some (delicious as well) tacos for dinner. It was a really enjoyable day.
Corban's breakfast has consisted of fresh pineapple, a banana, and a chocolate chip cookie. The two fruits cancel out the cookie, right? Afterall, Mama was having a cookie for breakfast. And I just couldn't resist those blue eyes. I mean- could you?
Didn't think so.
Have a great day!
Friday, January 9, 2009
still here, still waiting..
And some moments, that's rather impatiently waiting, though right now is not one of them. I'm quite content at this moment, having done some laundry and finished separating out newborn sized gowns and onesies from Corban's old clothes, responded to some emails, done the dishes, and straitened my hair. What?! :) It's alright to at least try and look decent when you're 9 months pregnant and having contractions every 7 minutes. Yes, you read correctly. Every 7 minutes, on average anyway. Since 5:30. But there will be a few that will come every 5 minutes, and then 8 minutes, and then back to 7. For awhile I thought this might be the real deal. When this (rather long) spurt began, I was feeling really crampy and nauseaus. Now I'm just irritated, and wish they'd either speed up or slow down so I knew what was going on. But anyway, it's nice to have a completely silent, mostly clean house, and to not feel like I should be doing something else instead.
Jordan cooked dinner for me tonight. That was a nice treat. Corban went to bed without a hitch tonight, which was also good. He even took a 4 hour nap this afternoon!!! I slept for nearly 2 of those, which was much needed and wonderful. I did some more walking this morning, but as you can see, it was a failed attempt at walking the baby out. I was awake from contractions every couple of hours last night, so I was dragging today.
Anyway, I don't really have anything important to say right now. Just that I haven't had the baby yet, in case you were wondering. :) Someday soon, though. There's a full moon tomorrow and a big winter storm moving in... maybe nature will help me along?! haha. Have a wonderful weekend!
Jordan cooked dinner for me tonight. That was a nice treat. Corban went to bed without a hitch tonight, which was also good. He even took a 4 hour nap this afternoon!!! I slept for nearly 2 of those, which was much needed and wonderful. I did some more walking this morning, but as you can see, it was a failed attempt at walking the baby out. I was awake from contractions every couple of hours last night, so I was dragging today.
Anyway, I don't really have anything important to say right now. Just that I haven't had the baby yet, in case you were wondering. :) Someday soon, though. There's a full moon tomorrow and a big winter storm moving in... maybe nature will help me along?! haha. Have a wonderful weekend!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
oh what a day!
If there were an emotion spectrum, full of bright colors and an arrow to mark what you were feeling, and I posted it on here yesterday, there would have been an arrow in every color under the sun. The day started with worry, flopped to sheer terror, pure panic, sweet relief, confusion, disbelief, wonder, excitement, disappointment...and ended with exhaustion, plain and simple.
I noticed on Tuesday night while laying in bed that my baby girl was not near as active as she usually is. I made a quick mental note, and during my long night of tossing and turning, continued to observe her lack of movement. Morning rolled around and I was really becoming afraid. She typically moves a ton. A lot a lot. I was poking and prodding, pushing, pulling, and was getting nothing. A little resistance on two occassions, but I hadn't felt her move on her own in hours. The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. And after a few minutes of good attempts at getting a response from my belly (to no avail), I became panicked, and honestly- more scared than I've ever been in my life. I called the doctor and they told me to come in immediately for monitoring. I dropped Corban off at my friend Erin's house, picked up Jordan at work, and off we went. It's safe to say that I was a wreck at this point. The tears were a-flowin'. We were about a mile from the hospital when all of a sudden my belly morphed into a new shape, and then quickly returned to it's orignial, beach-ball-like form. And then, it happened again. Oh... sweet relief. She was alright. My baby girl was back to moving, and moving good. Still concerned, we continued on to the doctor to just to be sure.
She passed the BPP relatively quickly, although it took about twice as long as normal- and the only thing we had to wait for was her movement, which is not at all how things usually are. I asked to be hooked up for the NST to make sure that her heart was doing alright with the contractions that I was having, and they agreed. But first- they checked my cervix. Remember how I was no change on Monday? 1 cm, 50% effaced, posterior? Well, Wednesday morning I was 3 cm, 50% effaced, and more anterior! Whoa! Contractions that work! They hooked me up to the monitor, and I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes, so they wanted to send me to L&D for more monitoring, especially with our 40 minute drive and the icy roads. So, we hopped to B-W3's for a quick lunch, and went to the hospital, to sit in a dumb bed for 2 hours. They wanted to continue to watch the baby, so I wasn't allowed to walk or anything- boo to that. Anyway, 2 hours slowly passed, and there was no change in my cervix. Because I was 3 cm, though, they said they could admit me, but if things hadn't changed any more, they'd want to break my water, and if it didn't progress from there, use pitocin, etc. I kindly declined and said I'd just go home. Talk about will power! I could have a baby girl in my arms right now! But, I really just want my body to do this on it's own, and it is, it's working on it... so patience I must have.
I had 6 minute apart contractions most of the evening at church, and then when I got home, I did some cleaning and was having some serious back pain- almost like a spasm, but it was at the top of rear, bottom of my back? I've never experienced anything like that... don't know if it's back labor or what?! But I eventually fell asleep, and here I sit, after 2.5 hours of walking, still pregnant, and contracting sporadically. Boo. I feel relieved and yet anxious, knowing that it's so close, but could still be days away. I despise this waiting game. lol.
I did have a nice little date with my son this morning. We went to my favorite local coffee establishment, Mama Bears, and I ordered him his very own, first-ever hot chocolate to accompany his high fiber cheerios and dried cranberries. He was pretty unsure about it, really, and only drank about 1/3 of it, which was fine with me, but it was fun for us to do. We took some silly pictures, and he kept posing and saying 'cheeeee' with a big silly grin. Have I mentioned that I love my son!?!? :-D
But alas, he's napping, and I'm exhausted, so I think I'll plop myself on the couch and curl up with a blanket. Or maybe I'll mop the kitchen floor, we'll see. Hopefully someday soon I'll be announcing the birth of my daughter! Off to... do something!
I noticed on Tuesday night while laying in bed that my baby girl was not near as active as she usually is. I made a quick mental note, and during my long night of tossing and turning, continued to observe her lack of movement. Morning rolled around and I was really becoming afraid. She typically moves a ton. A lot a lot. I was poking and prodding, pushing, pulling, and was getting nothing. A little resistance on two occassions, but I hadn't felt her move on her own in hours. The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. And after a few minutes of good attempts at getting a response from my belly (to no avail), I became panicked, and honestly- more scared than I've ever been in my life. I called the doctor and they told me to come in immediately for monitoring. I dropped Corban off at my friend Erin's house, picked up Jordan at work, and off we went. It's safe to say that I was a wreck at this point. The tears were a-flowin'. We were about a mile from the hospital when all of a sudden my belly morphed into a new shape, and then quickly returned to it's orignial, beach-ball-like form. And then, it happened again. Oh... sweet relief. She was alright. My baby girl was back to moving, and moving good. Still concerned, we continued on to the doctor to just to be sure.
She passed the BPP relatively quickly, although it took about twice as long as normal- and the only thing we had to wait for was her movement, which is not at all how things usually are. I asked to be hooked up for the NST to make sure that her heart was doing alright with the contractions that I was having, and they agreed. But first- they checked my cervix. Remember how I was no change on Monday? 1 cm, 50% effaced, posterior? Well, Wednesday morning I was 3 cm, 50% effaced, and more anterior! Whoa! Contractions that work! They hooked me up to the monitor, and I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes, so they wanted to send me to L&D for more monitoring, especially with our 40 minute drive and the icy roads. So, we hopped to B-W3's for a quick lunch, and went to the hospital, to sit in a dumb bed for 2 hours. They wanted to continue to watch the baby, so I wasn't allowed to walk or anything- boo to that. Anyway, 2 hours slowly passed, and there was no change in my cervix. Because I was 3 cm, though, they said they could admit me, but if things hadn't changed any more, they'd want to break my water, and if it didn't progress from there, use pitocin, etc. I kindly declined and said I'd just go home. Talk about will power! I could have a baby girl in my arms right now! But, I really just want my body to do this on it's own, and it is, it's working on it... so patience I must have.
I had 6 minute apart contractions most of the evening at church, and then when I got home, I did some cleaning and was having some serious back pain- almost like a spasm, but it was at the top of rear, bottom of my back? I've never experienced anything like that... don't know if it's back labor or what?! But I eventually fell asleep, and here I sit, after 2.5 hours of walking, still pregnant, and contracting sporadically. Boo. I feel relieved and yet anxious, knowing that it's so close, but could still be days away. I despise this waiting game. lol.
I did have a nice little date with my son this morning. We went to my favorite local coffee establishment, Mama Bears, and I ordered him his very own, first-ever hot chocolate to accompany his high fiber cheerios and dried cranberries. He was pretty unsure about it, really, and only drank about 1/3 of it, which was fine with me, but it was fun for us to do. We took some silly pictures, and he kept posing and saying 'cheeeee' with a big silly grin. Have I mentioned that I love my son!?!? :-D
But alas, he's napping, and I'm exhausted, so I think I'll plop myself on the couch and curl up with a blanket. Or maybe I'll mop the kitchen floor, we'll see. Hopefully someday soon I'll be announcing the birth of my daughter! Off to... do something!
Monday, January 5, 2009
I'm back again. a 2009 'Goal' post
I have a few things that I could do to be productive, but for the most part, the things that I can and should do are done. The bulk of my remaining projects are dependant upon my husband moving big heavy things, so I'm enjoying some down time. I just took a quick 30 minute snooze and am feeling better about life in general. It is January 5th, you know, so I figure I better do some sort of 'goals for the year' post.
Most of my goals have the same common denominator: discipline. I tend to swing from one extreme to another, an all-or-none kind of mentality. It'd be nice to find some common ground. Anyway, here ya go:
-I really, really, really would like to read through the Bible this year. I always start and poop out around Deuteronomy or so. I'd actually like to accomplish it this time though. At least finish the Old Testament. I've read all of the New Testament several times, but most of the Old, I haven't. So maybe that's a better goal: read the Old Testament.
-Also regarding time in the Word, I would like to continue to and consistantly read a chapter of Proverbs to Corban every day. Usually (on the days that it happens), I read to him during breakfast. I want it to become an every day thing, not just half the days.
-Do a better job keeping the house up. Stay on top of the laundry, vaccuum more, etc.
-Cook more. I love to cook, and my boys love to eat. But sometimes, I'm just lazy with it. I want to try more recipes, and most importantly, improve the nutrition of what we're eating. We need to do way more fruits and veggies.
-Grow a garden.
-Return my library books on time, everytime. I'm really (x10) bad about this. I'm a librarians worst nightmare. I check out 15 books, read them all in 2 weeks, but don't hand them in for 2 months. Ugh.
-Do a better job sticking to a budget. This is a big one. And a hard one. But I think I, along with the rest of America, are seeing it's importance. It just takes a heck of a lot of discipline, and saying 'no' to self.
-Put more effort into marriage. Not that it's bad or anything like that- it's not. I am very happily married to Jordan. :) But it's so easy to get stuck in a rut, to do the same things every night, to co-exist. I want to put more effort into creative date nights and playing games and just sitting and talking- things like that. Because let's face it- I got one heck of a catch, but marriage isn't easy and it does take effort. I need to do a better job doing my part- in lots of ways, but that's another topic for another day.
-Thinking about the mountain of trash in my front yard (yes, really), stay on top of the clutter. Don't bring more stuff in without taking stuff out. Clean out the closets more often. Get rid of old clothes when buying new clothes. Give away toys that are just collecting dust. Don't be afraid to say 'no' to some hand-me-downs. That kind of thing.
-Exercise, exercise, exercise. But in moderation. :) It's one of those things I can all too easily become obsessive about... but I want it to be a regular, daily thing. We are joining the YMCA tonight, and I am soo excited about it. I want to develop a regular weight lifting routine. And then, one day really soon, I'm going to have a baby. And then 6 weeks later, I will be allowed to run. Oh. my. goodness. I can't wait for that!
-Along with the previous goal, though, not obsess over appearance. It will be okay if I am not back into my regular jeans a week after having a baby. The world will not end. And if it takes a little longer for the weight to fall off, I'll survive that too. I want to spend my time enjoying the precious gift of a new child (and watching with wonder my toddler!) and not counting calories and obsessing over a number on the scale.
-I want to run a 10 miler. Just because. I want to.
-Play outside, explore, dig in the dirt, wade in the creek, take hikes in the woods... I want to teach my children to love the outdoors- not that that will take much effort with Corban. He just stands at the window and watches 'aside'... and tries to escape to the great outdoors every time a door is cracked. I want to nurture and develop that love and curiosity though.
-And last but not least not get pregnant.
There you have it. Merry 2009!
Most of my goals have the same common denominator: discipline. I tend to swing from one extreme to another, an all-or-none kind of mentality. It'd be nice to find some common ground. Anyway, here ya go:
-I really, really, really would like to read through the Bible this year. I always start and poop out around Deuteronomy or so. I'd actually like to accomplish it this time though. At least finish the Old Testament. I've read all of the New Testament several times, but most of the Old, I haven't. So maybe that's a better goal: read the Old Testament.
-Also regarding time in the Word, I would like to continue to and consistantly read a chapter of Proverbs to Corban every day. Usually (on the days that it happens), I read to him during breakfast. I want it to become an every day thing, not just half the days.
-Do a better job keeping the house up. Stay on top of the laundry, vaccuum more, etc.
-Cook more. I love to cook, and my boys love to eat. But sometimes, I'm just lazy with it. I want to try more recipes, and most importantly, improve the nutrition of what we're eating. We need to do way more fruits and veggies.
-Grow a garden.
-Return my library books on time, everytime. I'm really (x10) bad about this. I'm a librarians worst nightmare. I check out 15 books, read them all in 2 weeks, but don't hand them in for 2 months. Ugh.
-Do a better job sticking to a budget. This is a big one. And a hard one. But I think I, along with the rest of America, are seeing it's importance. It just takes a heck of a lot of discipline, and saying 'no' to self.
-Put more effort into marriage. Not that it's bad or anything like that- it's not. I am very happily married to Jordan. :) But it's so easy to get stuck in a rut, to do the same things every night, to co-exist. I want to put more effort into creative date nights and playing games and just sitting and talking- things like that. Because let's face it- I got one heck of a catch, but marriage isn't easy and it does take effort. I need to do a better job doing my part- in lots of ways, but that's another topic for another day.
-Thinking about the mountain of trash in my front yard (yes, really), stay on top of the clutter. Don't bring more stuff in without taking stuff out. Clean out the closets more often. Get rid of old clothes when buying new clothes. Give away toys that are just collecting dust. Don't be afraid to say 'no' to some hand-me-downs. That kind of thing.
-Exercise, exercise, exercise. But in moderation. :) It's one of those things I can all too easily become obsessive about... but I want it to be a regular, daily thing. We are joining the YMCA tonight, and I am soo excited about it. I want to develop a regular weight lifting routine. And then, one day really soon, I'm going to have a baby. And then 6 weeks later, I will be allowed to run. Oh. my. goodness. I can't wait for that!
-Along with the previous goal, though, not obsess over appearance. It will be okay if I am not back into my regular jeans a week after having a baby. The world will not end. And if it takes a little longer for the weight to fall off, I'll survive that too. I want to spend my time enjoying the precious gift of a new child (and watching with wonder my toddler!) and not counting calories and obsessing over a number on the scale.
-I want to run a 10 miler. Just because. I want to.
-Play outside, explore, dig in the dirt, wade in the creek, take hikes in the woods... I want to teach my children to love the outdoors- not that that will take much effort with Corban. He just stands at the window and watches 'aside'... and tries to escape to the great outdoors every time a door is cracked. I want to nurture and develop that love and curiosity though.
-And last but not least not get pregnant.
There you have it. Merry 2009!
bah humbug.
You want to know how I'm feeling? This is the text message I sent Jordan after my appointment today:
'there was no change. I hate everything. love you.'
Haha. It's just so unbelievably frustrating. I know that my due date is a week and a half away, I'm well aware. But why, oh why, the non-stop contractions? Why can't I just have little braxton hicks here and there? Why do I have to have cramping and pressure, and contractions that get into nice little 4 minute apart rhythms? Hmmm? Can you answer me that? No? Well, then... don't be offended when I'm grumpy. :)
I hate how the end of pregnancy makes me. It's so hard to just ignore it and wait patiently. I promised myself at the beginning of this pregnancy that I wouldn't wish it away, that I would enjoy being pregnant, savor my time with Corban, etc. I am failing miserably at that. I don't want to be a crazy, emotionally unstable lunatic. I really don't. But my body is making sanity very hard for me. And then the dumb doctor telling me that I'm no further along at all than I was a week ago...after 7 days of all-day contractions. Well. I just think things stink.
On top of that nonsense, my son is sick. He woke up last night with an under-the-arm temperature of 102.5!! He was beat red, and felt like he was on fire. Motrin brought it down enough for him to sleep comfortably from 12-8, but it was back up to 101.3 this morning. After a few hours of motrin in his system, he's still at 99.4. He's a little fussy and won't eat, but other than that is acting pretty normal. I knew something was up yesterday when he took a 4 hour nap though. (Oh, but was I thankful for that... I slept for 3 of those 4 hours!)
Good news about the baby's delay- we've gotten a lot done around the house. Jordan and his Dad did the wood floor in Corban's room, and then my parents came up on Saturday and painted it. Holly (my sis-in-law) painted the trim in the bathroom for me, and the boys worked hard in the garage for Jordan to get his rock wall going. (yes, we now [almost] have a rock wall in our garage!) We've taken a whole van load of trash to the dump, half a van to goodwill, and have another load to dump as well. We're not really trash balls, we just had 15 windows, old trim, and a room of carpet to get rid of, on top of a years worth of clutter. I'm not proud to admit that I got rid of 3 garbage bags full of clothes, and still have a tote to get rid of. And a big closet and full dressers worth of things left to wear. Excess, much!? It feels so good to get all of this stuff out of the house though. I'm glad that we've gotten all of this stuff done. Tonight we plan on putting the furniture in Corban's new room, and then I'll be able to do the nursery! Exciting!
Anyway- Corban is fussing in his crib, not wanting to nap, but desperately needing to. He's mad at me for it too, as he keeps crying for 'Daddy'. He no longer says Dada. He's growing up. So yeah, I'm off to tend to him! Adios!
'there was no change. I hate everything. love you.'
Haha. It's just so unbelievably frustrating. I know that my due date is a week and a half away, I'm well aware. But why, oh why, the non-stop contractions? Why can't I just have little braxton hicks here and there? Why do I have to have cramping and pressure, and contractions that get into nice little 4 minute apart rhythms? Hmmm? Can you answer me that? No? Well, then... don't be offended when I'm grumpy. :)
I hate how the end of pregnancy makes me. It's so hard to just ignore it and wait patiently. I promised myself at the beginning of this pregnancy that I wouldn't wish it away, that I would enjoy being pregnant, savor my time with Corban, etc. I am failing miserably at that. I don't want to be a crazy, emotionally unstable lunatic. I really don't. But my body is making sanity very hard for me. And then the dumb doctor telling me that I'm no further along at all than I was a week ago...after 7 days of all-day contractions. Well. I just think things stink.
On top of that nonsense, my son is sick. He woke up last night with an under-the-arm temperature of 102.5!! He was beat red, and felt like he was on fire. Motrin brought it down enough for him to sleep comfortably from 12-8, but it was back up to 101.3 this morning. After a few hours of motrin in his system, he's still at 99.4. He's a little fussy and won't eat, but other than that is acting pretty normal. I knew something was up yesterday when he took a 4 hour nap though. (Oh, but was I thankful for that... I slept for 3 of those 4 hours!)
Good news about the baby's delay- we've gotten a lot done around the house. Jordan and his Dad did the wood floor in Corban's room, and then my parents came up on Saturday and painted it. Holly (my sis-in-law) painted the trim in the bathroom for me, and the boys worked hard in the garage for Jordan to get his rock wall going. (yes, we now [almost] have a rock wall in our garage!) We've taken a whole van load of trash to the dump, half a van to goodwill, and have another load to dump as well. We're not really trash balls, we just had 15 windows, old trim, and a room of carpet to get rid of, on top of a years worth of clutter. I'm not proud to admit that I got rid of 3 garbage bags full of clothes, and still have a tote to get rid of. And a big closet and full dressers worth of things left to wear. Excess, much!? It feels so good to get all of this stuff out of the house though. I'm glad that we've gotten all of this stuff done. Tonight we plan on putting the furniture in Corban's new room, and then I'll be able to do the nursery! Exciting!
Anyway- Corban is fussing in his crib, not wanting to nap, but desperately needing to. He's mad at me for it too, as he keeps crying for 'Daddy'. He no longer says Dada. He's growing up. So yeah, I'm off to tend to him! Adios!
Friday, January 2, 2009
nesting, nesting, banana-fana-fo-festing...
I thought this 'nesting' thing was a myth. I sure didn't experience it my first pregnancy, but it's in full force this go-round. You don't believe me? Well, it is 5:30a.m. and I've already done away with any hint of last nights visitors. I've unloaded my dishwasher, cleaned the countertops, and washed dishes. I picked up the toys off of the floor, and am getting ready to fold a load of laundry. I feel compulsed, like I have to. I wish this would stick around... haha.
I don't really want to be awake, but Jordan got up at 4:45 to take some friends to the airport, and I couldn't fall back asleep. So I'm drinking a nice cup of hot chocolate (french vanilla flavored, actually), and am waiting for him to return home to try to go back to sleep. I'm doubting that it will happen. When he left, I just laid there and thought about all of the things I needed to get done... Oh brother!
We accomplished a tremendous amount the last two days. I feel like my house is finally baby-ready (so come on out, little girl!). I say that, but really the only thing left unfinished IS the baby girl stuff. Her 'room' is full of all of her stuff AND her big brothers stuff, as we just laid new laminate wood flooring in Corban's big boy room on Wednesday. I need to paint it, but don't know that that'll get accomplished before we move the furniture in. It would make things a lot easier if I did though. I just am debating on exactly what I want to do with the walls. Also, I tried to take the short cut and just spray paint the dresser I got for baby girl... and it failed. It didn't adhere very well for some reason, and is really splotchy, so I have to finish painting her dresser in order to get rid of the mountain of pink and purple on my living room couch. Other than that, though, things are looking pretty decent around here. I cleaned out my dresser, my closet, jordan's dresser, Jordan's closet, and Corban's dresser and closet. 3 garbage bags for Goodwill, and 3 giant totes later, our upstairs appears somewhat organized. Oh, I also cleaned out the linen/laundry closet too. And cleaned the bathtub and sink and all of the toilets... and swept and mop the kitchen floor. And folded and put away 2839579 loads of laundry. And completely emptied out and sorted through the was guest bedroom/now Corban's big boy room so that the carpet could be ripped out. That was no small task. So, like I said, nesting is real, folks. Very real. :) And my house (And husband!) are thankful for that.
Well, Jordan should be home soon, my hot chocolate is now luke-warm, and Proverbs 2 is calling my name. Adios!
Wouldn't it be neat if my next post were announcing the arrival of our daughter?!? Pray, cross your fingers, tell me your self-inducing tips, will ya?!
I don't really want to be awake, but Jordan got up at 4:45 to take some friends to the airport, and I couldn't fall back asleep. So I'm drinking a nice cup of hot chocolate (french vanilla flavored, actually), and am waiting for him to return home to try to go back to sleep. I'm doubting that it will happen. When he left, I just laid there and thought about all of the things I needed to get done... Oh brother!
We accomplished a tremendous amount the last two days. I feel like my house is finally baby-ready (so come on out, little girl!). I say that, but really the only thing left unfinished IS the baby girl stuff. Her 'room' is full of all of her stuff AND her big brothers stuff, as we just laid new laminate wood flooring in Corban's big boy room on Wednesday. I need to paint it, but don't know that that'll get accomplished before we move the furniture in. It would make things a lot easier if I did though. I just am debating on exactly what I want to do with the walls. Also, I tried to take the short cut and just spray paint the dresser I got for baby girl... and it failed. It didn't adhere very well for some reason, and is really splotchy, so I have to finish painting her dresser in order to get rid of the mountain of pink and purple on my living room couch. Other than that, though, things are looking pretty decent around here. I cleaned out my dresser, my closet, jordan's dresser, Jordan's closet, and Corban's dresser and closet. 3 garbage bags for Goodwill, and 3 giant totes later, our upstairs appears somewhat organized. Oh, I also cleaned out the linen/laundry closet too. And cleaned the bathtub and sink and all of the toilets... and swept and mop the kitchen floor. And folded and put away 2839579 loads of laundry. And completely emptied out and sorted through the was guest bedroom/now Corban's big boy room so that the carpet could be ripped out. That was no small task. So, like I said, nesting is real, folks. Very real. :) And my house (And husband!) are thankful for that.
Well, Jordan should be home soon, my hot chocolate is now luke-warm, and Proverbs 2 is calling my name. Adios!
Wouldn't it be neat if my next post were announcing the arrival of our daughter?!? Pray, cross your fingers, tell me your self-inducing tips, will ya?!
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