Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
In any event, the point is that I took the picture for John. I have to give him another shout out because he has just been uber daddy-to-be. He cooks dinner every day, and cleans up after! He's been doing laundry like gangbusters. He has religiously been cleaning our bedroom--stripping linens and all--to keep it as dust free as possible since I'm not taking as much of my asthma and allergy medicine. He talks to baby every night, lips right to stomach. As I sit and type, he has just leaned over and patted my tummy--saying hello to baby--as he does constantly. Today he told me that while he was doing some research (yep, he is very willingly, and sometimes annoyingly, researching the heck out of pregnancy) he read that now that we are at 10 weeks, we lose some statistical miscarriage points. He also told me that yesterday was the end of the embryonic period. Oh, and sent me several videos about pregnancy development that he was dying to watch with me. All this, he does on his own.
When we were in Florida for spring break, we went shopping and he even helped me buy some things to grow in. Now, mind you...he HATES shopping. He can BARELY TOLERATE it if stores have what he calls the (forgive the language) "A**hole Chair"--you know, the chair that men sit in and pout while their wives are shopping the racks and trying things on. Yet, he was a very nice shopping assistant.
Much to his dismay, we will be using cloth diapers. I think they are better for baby, better for the environment and better for the pocket book. He is VERY squeamish about bodily functions from babies, if you get my meaning, but is still going to suck it up and do it. On the same token, not only does he fully expect a boy to shoot us up all the time, he knows the proper terminology for an item to help--the Peepee Teepee. Secretly, I think he's excited to buy one! Normally, he'd fight me tooth and nail if he didn't want to do something. Sadly, he's so stubborn that he'd probably win.
He's going to have to be out of town for about a month and a half--or more--this summer, and I'll be by myself. Normally I'd think he was being this nice and helpful because he feels bad about being gone. I don't think that's it, though...he's just absolutely and positively excited about baby and is not only totally stepping up to the plate, but going above and beyond.
The least I can do is take some pictures for the guy.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
YEAH hot weather! I love it. I'm sure this summer I'll be hating it, but now, I love it! I love the sun, I love the warm weather and I love the COLD being gone. Have I mentioned how much I do NOT like the cold? Do NOT like to be cold? If not, let me emphasize now, I DON'T! At all. So, bring it on sunshine! I love ya!
Swine flu? As if I don't have enough things to worry about. So, in advance, forgive me for not shaking hands, using public pens, touching doorknobs or condiment bottles, drinking public ice or coming within 50 feet of you if you cough or sneeze. Wait! I do all that already! Yep, I think I'll be good. Seriously, people make fun of my germaphobia, but hey, if the World Health Organization says to do it, who am I to argue?
And before anyone thinks they need to email me and tell me about how it's good to expose yourself to germs, build up immunity, yada yada...don't. Trust me when I say that growing up, my mother (God love her) would NOT have won any Good Housekeeping awards. (Probably one of the reasons I am such a germaphobe as an adult.) I was in the backyard all the time--playing in and eating dirt, pulling crawfish out of a little creek in the back yard between our house and the house behind ours--and then eating them just to prove to George Forsythe that I would...believe me when I say that I had quite the childhood opportunities to build up immunity. And did I? NOPE. And that's medically documented. So, now, as an educated adult who has been diagnosed with a weakened immune system, I take precautions. You betcha.
My point is that yes, it is important to be exposed, to a degree, to germs to build up immunities. But one is nuts to just go willy-nilly germing it up all over the place in the name of immuno-building. All the germ-exposure in the world doesn't always equal immunities and keep you healthy. I'm living proof of that.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Bringing Home Beck. Just go there today and try not to laugh. Seriously.
This site also has shown itself on Mala's blog, but today it was refreshed to me through old sorority friend/new (not really anymore) Facebook friend Jenny. She also is a riot.
This is right up my alley...
Exactly how I felt today!!!!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
So...I'll see one of the three doctors about once a month, until about 30 weeks. Then I'll see one of them every other week until week 36 and then once a week from week 36 to delivery. We have first trimester screening on May 11 in Annapolis, where I should get another ultrasound, and he said they may even have me come back a few weeks later for another one in case some things they are looking for haven't yet developed. Then I will have an ultrasound between weeks 18-20 and that's all we'll see baby until he debuts. Unless there is a problem, which, much as I love the ultrasounds for peace of mind, I'd rather not have them if that meant all was well. We'll probably opt once, later, for the 4-d ultrasound--there's a place in Bowie that does them.
He's fine with me taking the acidopholus and Omega-3 supplements (of anchovies and sardines, no mercury) but would rather I take more of my asthma medicine. Obviously he is concerned about baby getting enough oxygen, and though there are far more instances now where I am out of breath easier, if I sit a minute and gather myself, I'm ok. I WILL take the albuterol if I am having an attack, as no breathing for me is really bad for baby, but otherwise, I am staying away from the class C drugs. He's ok with that decision as well.
He considers all pregnancies high-risk (love that) but doesn't see too much abnormal with me. The cyst? His opinion (a little less concerned than I'd like, but oh well) is "So what if it grows? We'd just have to operate, which we obviously wouldn't do."
"What if it ruptures?" I asked. His response? "Well, there'll be some pain and we'll deal with it." Oh. How easily that rolled off his tongue. I found out that the cyst is nearly as big as the baby! At this point, no one seems worried, but you better believe *I'm* on it. He also isn't concerned about the cramping (very little and more when I strain or cough) where my ovaries are. Normal, he says. Okay, he's the doctor, so for now I'll go for that.
As for the Cesarean...he didn't even want to talk about it since we are obviously way down the road. Let me preface this next part with the following: PLEASE don't email me or tell me that you think I am nuts because I want a cesarean delivery. A) I'm not SURE I want it, though I'm leaning that way and B) It's MY choice. Period. Yes, I know women have been birthing babies for thousands of years, yada yada...Great. MY bottom line is that I know my body better than ANYONE and I'm smart enough to make my own decisions based on my own research. I realize there are pros and cons to EVERYTHING...including getting pregnant in the first place...and I am entitled to my opinion and my desires. I'm not even 5 feet and I have the hips and pelvic bones of a 14 year old girl. Let's just be honest when we say that for me, a vaginal delivery may be a little more complicated than the average woman. Yes, I know little women (and 14 year old girls) deliver all the time, but I PASS out from straining. Yes, PASS OUT. I know too many women who tried to deliver vaginally and then ended up not being able to and if that is what is going to end up happening to me (and I have a strong suspicion since my mom had to have both my sister and brother cesarean and my sister had to have both my niece and nephew cesarean--none of us are/were big women) then I'd like to circumvent that from the get-go.
In any event, Dr. Davis and I (more me) agreed to 'revisit' that topic later. We will, trust me.
John liked Dr. Davis because he said he challenges me. I'm not sure that's a great reason to like your doctor because you'd hope you are on the same team. I like Dr. Davis because he's knowledgeable and respectful and has seen ALL of this--before Shady Grove even--as a mission to bring a healthy little one into our household. I'm ALL about that, so it's obvious we are on the same team. Make no mistake, though, friends. I am NOT a stupid woman and I do not make decisions lightly. The bottom line is that there's ONE MAIN player on Team Baby right now. That's ME. My first priority is to make sure I am healthy and comfortable so BABY is healthy and comfortable. I will not do anything that *I* think would jeopardize this baby--including taking my asthma medicine more like my doctor would like me to. I realize and acknowledge his expertise, and wouldn't be going to him if I felt it wasn't exactly what I needed with regard to Obstetrics care. It's his expertise that I refer to when making decisions and following directions.
But don't forget...I never, ever, EVER said my world would be over if I was never pregnant. If I was never a MOTHER, well, that's a different story. But pregnancy for me is the means to the end--a sweet little one to mother. I'm certainly enjoying all the neat and fun stuff that goes along with it, but I am NOT the gal that thinks we should frame the placenta or thinks that childbirth will be the most beautiful and meaningful process I'll ever be witness to. John keeps asking if I want pictures of my stomach growing. Is he nuts? WHY on earth do I want pictures of my bulgy, weird looking body? And I sure as heck am NOT going to want the whole thing taped or photographed. Ever watch A Baby Story? CHILDBIRTH IS GROSS. Thank you, but NO to the historical archiving of me pooping on a table in front of 5-7 of various people. I think I'll be just fine WITHOUT the memories of the gore.
Gone may be the days where you just walked in, they put you to sleep and you woke up with your baby, but as close to that as possible is exactly what I'd like the doctor to order.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
My pastor was right--John and I are totally different in a lot of things, but as happens in most successful marriages, as you grow up together and learn together, you find you come to the middle on more things than you thought. (He was into black, steel and marble decor while I loved all my Americana country. Our house right now is nowhere near either, but very accommodating to us both.) Where I am an immediate action necessary kind of gal, John is a mull-it-over and be sure guy. Both of these mentalities are extremely successful for each of us as individuals, and together, we can handle just about anything as it should be--one way or another. When John and I married, he was far less conservative than he is now and I was not budging from one single platform of the Republican party, if only for principle sake. John now finds himself listening to Fox news; I often have NPR on. Neither of us are fundamentally changed in our beliefs or convictions, but as we have had to listen to each other for 16 years, we have agreed that we both married smart people who have valued opinions, and though they may be different than what we may have always believed, there is room for growth in our realms of thinking.
As for me being an asset to John--I'm going to have to agree with that. But insomuch as I have been to him, he certainly has to me. I think I helped John grow up some while he helped me relax a little--I seem to have been born a grown-up. John hasn't always been the most *driven* person, if you will, yet you would never know it by how successful his career and relationships are. Maybe I've influenced that a little.
Me being a Marine? Yeah, right. They'd throw me out in two seconds. I'm far too opinionated and have too strong a sense of "FIX THIS NOW" to be a Marine. But John? He's fabulous. He is just as opinionated and just in his thinking, but he has the amazing ability to just let things roll...he's known to just about anyone as a very laid-back guy who doesn't always say much, but what he has to say is worth it. I can't think of anyone who can find any solid beef with John because he is simply an all-around good guy. He is not malicious, even though he's been in situations where it would be humanly expected. He is not vengeful or spiteful and he can shake wrongs done to him off almost as he feels more sorry for that person who wronged him than he does himself. I, well--not me. He is reliable and dependable and more than that, he is incredibly talented. He is truly the most intelligent man I know--the things he can think in his mind and then make come to life? Spectacular. If he wants a shed built, he'll draw out a plan, go buy the stuff, and voila, a day later a shed. An amazing shed. Build a chest? Bookshelf? Fence? Deck? Who needs plans? Not John--he sees it in his head and then he makes it happen. Truly, his talents have no limits I've seen (well, his spelling and grammar skills maybe, but he makes me SO proud when he hears people end sentences with prepositions and talks about how they must live between A and T at the end of preposition street!) and they are such blessings to me!
We really don't argue--though we "banter" a lot and are pretty sarcastic with each other. To some, this may seem like arguing, but it's really and truly not for us. On those few occasions we *really do* argue, just leave us alone. But, for the most part, we are the basis for the Ray and Debra characters on Everybody Loves Raymond, and we also see a lot of each of us in Jon and Kate--the best part is that we recognize those things in ourselves and are able to laugh at ourselves (in retrospect, of course) for it! We liken ourselves to little old couples married forever--some days can't live with you, but never can we live without you...
And now, with me being pregnant...I absolutely love the way John is. I asked him if he was being extra nice to me because of the baby and he said, "Yes." Well, I'll take it! (An example of our banter...) Seriously, though, he is adorable. Annoying sometimes when I am suffering heartburn or something and instead of just getting me the flipping Tums, he explains the physics behind it all, but adorable nonetheless. He won't admit it, but he was just as emotional about the ultrasound Friday as I was. I may cry outwardly, but his excitement and love for this baby is so very evident. I have ALWAYS known that John would make a wonderful daddy--boy or girl, biological or adopted...and I am very thankful to God that I am able to see the wonderful man I married in this new light.
Is he stubborn? Yep. Way more than I am (and that is A LOT). Is he somewhat passive aggressive? Oh yeah. Does he drive me NUTS when he is on some secret agenda he shares with no one? Repeatedly.
But I wouldn't trade him for the entire world. I remember walking down the half-court line in my church's gym, wearing my wedding dress (a NOT funny story then, but hilarious these days) and looking up at John in his brand new Dress Blue-Whites. He was very handsome, and he thought so too, because instead of looking at ME, his BRIDE come down the aisle, he was checking out the shiny buttons on his new uniform. Seriously, I have that on video tape. Anyway, I remember thinking, "Dear Lord...am I making the right decision? Forever is a very long time. Maybe all this wedding catastrophe is a sign?" (Really, the wedding itself was full of craziness.)
Yep. Totally the right decision. Happy Anniversary, John!
Friday, April 17, 2009
"Uh, I don't like to talk about the 'what-ifs'."
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
HOWEVER, I liked some of the security words I came across in blog-hopping and thought if they didn't mean something, surely they COULD if someone just gave them the right context. So, here goes:
PRIZED: (Easy, by the way) The little girl's selfless act was obvious as she gave her prized possession to her sad best friend.
GRALKLER: (A little harder) My sprinkler broke, so I had my husband buy the new multi-gralkling gralkler. Now the lawn looks great!
DENES: (Harder still, although in hind-sight, my Gralkler effort wasn't the best) The list you make when you can't spell. NOT the Dean's list.
Okay, those stink. In theory, this post was funnier in my head. Really.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
This is John, me and our beloved Random Easter 2004. MAN do we look young!
Easter 2005--on our deck in North Carolina. Neither Raleigh nor Random wanted to cooperate!
Easter 2008--Raleigh and Dixie mostly cooperating. This was also one of the pictures we took for our adoption portfolio.
Easter, 2009--one of my new favorite pictures! Raleigh being his goofy self, Dixie with a pained, "I hate this look" and baby included, though you can't see him very well because he's hiding in my tummy!
Some birthday girl pictures:
The first day I met her...she was so sweet.
May 25, 2006--the day my kids "surprised me" with her. Don't be fooled by how cute she was. That's just a decoy. Really.
Right before she was one. Doesn't she *look* angelic? Yeah. She's not.
I'm 1! I'm 1! Can I eat my cookies now?
2 looks yummilicous too!!!
What? I turn 3 and no cookies? 3 STINKS! (Note Raleigh laughing hysterically in the background!)
Friday, April 10, 2009
We had a wonderful time with our dear friends. They are moving to Okinawa for THREE whole years and I will miss them terribly. There's a group of us who all met so many years ago when we were all young and newly married and we are family. We try to get together at least once a year (usually around Labor Day) and that may be more difficult now that Okinawa is in the mix! We'd love to trek to Japan, though, so we'll have to buy baby some travelling clothes at some point!
We did end up dealing with the horrendous Spring Break crowds, to the point of being turned away at Magic Kingdom yesterday because they were full by 11:30...Yep, FULL. Shut out at Disney! Thankfully, we have been before, so we weren't that disappointed, and we did some shopping and had dinner, but I didn't know that Disney actually shut parks down. Makes sense, with all the crowds, but still...
I also got to meet Rachel! It's amazing how you can *meet* someone online and then in real-life, it's like you've always known them! And let me tell you, her Alex and Scarlett are just flipping adorable. Unbelievably cute and sweet and just adorable. We took a picture, so that will be forthcoming. Needless to say, shopping and lunch were very fun!!
And now...home. I got several things to wear this summer---thank goodness Loft and White House Black Market are into stretchy knits, as I think I should be able to grow and still look like a human. I also bought two maternity dresses, and have to say that I teared up as I went into Motherhood. I still can't believe that I am so blessed and actually was shopping for me.
My cup certainly runneth over. As we look to celebrate Christ's victory over the grave this weekend, I am just overwhelmed with appreciation and gratitude for my life. This is so much more significant for me with my mother gone...on this day, 6 years ago, she passed away in her sleep. She valiantly fought breast cancer, and though she lost, right up until she died, she believed she would be fine. I miss her so much that it takes my breath away right now as I type. I wish I could share pregnancy stories with her, and most importantly, I wish she would be able to see the baby that I know she always wanted for me. She called my niece and nephew "Grandma's Revenge" because though my sister and her ex-husband both had brown hair and brown eyes, both Kayla and Jacob were born and looked JUST like my blond, blue-eyed mom. With my mom and John's dad gone, I have to admit that I pray I'll be able to see them in this little miracle inside of me.
I miss you, mom.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Okay...so he's (I'm convinced it is a boy...though I did have, for the first time ever, a dream in which I had a baby girl! She had a head full of red hair and we called her Molly Jane. I'm attributing the fact that she was half-hamster to the crazy hormones running around in my body...) an itty-bitty little thing, but he's there and his heartbeat was AMAZING...it looked like a little strobe light. They could even measure his heart rate--101 bpm.
I, of course, cried.
Okay...gotta run, John is going to KILL me if I don't get moving!
And yes, I am disappointed a bit that it wasn't twins, because that means one of my little fishies didn't make it and that's sad. I am absolutely over the moon, though, that this one did--and is doing EXTREMELY well!!!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I just got this information off the Kyrgyz Yahoo Group of which I am a member. For those of you who read my blog, please take just one small second and pray that this meeting brings about WHATEVER is needed to bring those 65 babies home!!!*************I know that so many of you are praying for those of us waiting for our children. The Kyrgyz Parliament is supposed to hear recommendations on adoptions at this meeting. Please pray for that meeting.9 pm on Wednesday night (central time) is 9 am in Bishkek. Please join us in prayer at that hour. None of us is very sure what will come of this meeting. Please pray that the families who are waiting will gain some clarity as to where this situation is going and that compassion for these children is what prevails as the leaders discuss these matters.
Friends...prayer matters and makes a difference. Please pray for the hearts of all those in the meeting to be spoken to in a powerful way. Those children need to come HOME!