The beginning of week 25 found us where else, but in the car once again? This time we were winding up our time with family in the Midwest and heading home. We broke up our nearly 1,000 mile return trip from Minneapolis to Denver with one final stop in South Dakota to spend one more day with the in-laws, and then drove from Sioux Falls home in one final stretch of travel.
We arrived home somewhere around 3:00 am, in the middle of Tuesday/Wednesday night. Just in time to jump right into the remainder of the week. Tim headed out to work on Wednesday morning. I tackled the mountains of suitcases that turned into mountains of laundry.
It was SO good to be home. It might be hot here, too, but at least it wasn't so humid.
I love our annual summer trips to the Midwest, but I am SO thankful to be home. I must say that the traveling was much harder on my body than it ever has been, and I feel large, hot, and tired. That about sums it up. And I have a long way to go.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Week 24: On the Road Again (7/18/2011)
After two very quick weeks at home, we found ourselves loading up the car one more time. Although we most definitely enjoyed our time while the kids were at Grandma & Grandpa's house, we were ready to see them again. So...we got back in the car and headed east for a family reunion of sorts.
Yet another ten long hours of riding in the car. Maybe I should explain that I usually LOVE road trips. I love the uninterrupted family time. When else do my husband and I get to spend that long together, confined to such close quarters? It's a true indication of how this pregnancy is affecting me to realize that not only am I not excited about road tripping this summer, but I am mostly dreading it.
Our time in the Midwest was just in time for record breaking temperatures and heat indexes. Not only was it H-O-T, but it was HUMID!!!! Consequently, this was the first time in my life that I found myself wanting to use pregnancy as an excuse to do nothing but sit on the couch in the air conditioning. I've never really been one to slow down much because of pregnancy, but I sure wanted to this week. I found myself drawn to shade like a moth to light. And I would have been more than happy to park my rear end there to stay for hours at a time. If my kids would have allowed for it, anyway! Which, needless to say, is like blowing kisses in the wind.
So I chased after little ones and carried on as usual. And took advantage of every moment I could in the air conditioning!
It was so great to have our kids back again. And so great to see family that we don't get to see very often. And to be away from our normal daily routine. But, I would dare to say this week was my hardest week of pregnancy. Between the heat and the back pain, I most certainly found myself counting down the days until November 7th.
Yet another ten long hours of riding in the car. Maybe I should explain that I usually LOVE road trips. I love the uninterrupted family time. When else do my husband and I get to spend that long together, confined to such close quarters? It's a true indication of how this pregnancy is affecting me to realize that not only am I not excited about road tripping this summer, but I am mostly dreading it.
Our time in the Midwest was just in time for record breaking temperatures and heat indexes. Not only was it H-O-T, but it was HUMID!!!! Consequently, this was the first time in my life that I found myself wanting to use pregnancy as an excuse to do nothing but sit on the couch in the air conditioning. I've never really been one to slow down much because of pregnancy, but I sure wanted to this week. I found myself drawn to shade like a moth to light. And I would have been more than happy to park my rear end there to stay for hours at a time. If my kids would have allowed for it, anyway! Which, needless to say, is like blowing kisses in the wind.
So I chased after little ones and carried on as usual. And took advantage of every moment I could in the air conditioning!
It was so great to have our kids back again. And so great to see family that we don't get to see very often. And to be away from our normal daily routine. But, I would dare to say this week was my hardest week of pregnancy. Between the heat and the back pain, I most certainly found myself counting down the days until November 7th.
Friday, October 7, 2011
week 23: Hanging with Hubs
This week was a first for us. Ever. Tim and I found ourselves in a situation we hadn't been in- ever. Or at least for 6 years, depending on how you look at it.
My sweet in-laws, who obviously love our kids to pieces, were chomping at the bit to spend some time with the kids this summer. So all 3 kids got to spend almost a week at "Grandma and Grandpa Camp" at the farm in South Dakota.
This meant two things:
1.) After less than a week at home, we loaded up all the kids and gear and headed out on yet another road trip. Again. I was less than thrilled at the prospect of another 10 hours in the car.
2.) More importantly, Tim and I had almost a week at home with just the two of us. In our own house. On our own schedules. With nothing to do but what WE wanted! All the while knowing our kids would not only be in good hands, but they would most likely be having the time of their lives without us! (Many times we teased them that we had changed our minds and were going to stay in South Dakota with them. This was ALWAYS met with moans and groans and clear indication that we were not welcome during this time.) This clearly made 10 hours in the car not only worthwhile, but ~almost~ exciting!
To say that we felt pressured to capitalize on these 5 days would be an understatement. It was such a tough balance to squeeze it all in. We definitely wanted to "play" and be together, but at the same time, we had a handful of things we would be much better off accomplishing without kids underfoot. All to be worked around Tim's usual schedule, of course, including Wednesday night youth group for both of us, Sunday church activities, etc., etc. (Also sadly enough, we had multiple funerals and memorial services to attend in that short time, too.)
Since over half of our time was already scheduled, on our way back after dropping the kids off, we literally made dual lists: a fun list and a work list. We didn't want to forget anything. Our goal was to maximize our time to the fullest.
Our most daunting item on our list was to begin converting our guest room to what would become Sophia & Phoebe's new room. It's a cave of a room downstairs with old school, dark wood paneling halfway around the room. We spent a fair amount of our free time painting that room a tan and light pink. Maybe not the top choice for either of us, but at the same time, it would have been nearly impossible and would have taken probably 5 times as long with all the kids in the house. Thankfully, we were able to mostly finish the room in the time the kids were gone.
Our fun items included date night, use of a gift card to a local seafood restaurant, a movie night, a hike, golf for Tim, and a couple of dinners with friends. We had also intended to play tennis, and baseball for Tim, but it rained some monsoons in that week, making both of those activities impossible.
Between the painting and the hiking, my body was again feeling like it was taking a beating, and I made my second trip back to the chiropractor.
They all say, and I have well learned by this point that each pregnancy is different. I am wondering what on earth it is about this one that is making it so much harder on my body? I am doing my best to not complain about it, but the honest to goodness truth is that I am frequently finding myself wondering how on earth I can make it through the next several months.
My sweet in-laws, who obviously love our kids to pieces, were chomping at the bit to spend some time with the kids this summer. So all 3 kids got to spend almost a week at "Grandma and Grandpa Camp" at the farm in South Dakota.
This meant two things:
1.) After less than a week at home, we loaded up all the kids and gear and headed out on yet another road trip. Again. I was less than thrilled at the prospect of another 10 hours in the car.
2.) More importantly, Tim and I had almost a week at home with just the two of us. In our own house. On our own schedules. With nothing to do but what WE wanted! All the while knowing our kids would not only be in good hands, but they would most likely be having the time of their lives without us! (Many times we teased them that we had changed our minds and were going to stay in South Dakota with them. This was ALWAYS met with moans and groans and clear indication that we were not welcome during this time.) This clearly made 10 hours in the car not only worthwhile, but ~almost~ exciting!
To say that we felt pressured to capitalize on these 5 days would be an understatement. It was such a tough balance to squeeze it all in. We definitely wanted to "play" and be together, but at the same time, we had a handful of things we would be much better off accomplishing without kids underfoot. All to be worked around Tim's usual schedule, of course, including Wednesday night youth group for both of us, Sunday church activities, etc., etc. (Also sadly enough, we had multiple funerals and memorial services to attend in that short time, too.)
Since over half of our time was already scheduled, on our way back after dropping the kids off, we literally made dual lists: a fun list and a work list. We didn't want to forget anything. Our goal was to maximize our time to the fullest.
Our most daunting item on our list was to begin converting our guest room to what would become Sophia & Phoebe's new room. It's a cave of a room downstairs with old school, dark wood paneling halfway around the room. We spent a fair amount of our free time painting that room a tan and light pink. Maybe not the top choice for either of us, but at the same time, it would have been nearly impossible and would have taken probably 5 times as long with all the kids in the house. Thankfully, we were able to mostly finish the room in the time the kids were gone.
Our fun items included date night, use of a gift card to a local seafood restaurant, a movie night, a hike, golf for Tim, and a couple of dinners with friends. We had also intended to play tennis, and baseball for Tim, but it rained some monsoons in that week, making both of those activities impossible.
Between the painting and the hiking, my body was again feeling like it was taking a beating, and I made my second trip back to the chiropractor.
They all say, and I have well learned by this point that each pregnancy is different. I am wondering what on earth it is about this one that is making it so much harder on my body? I am doing my best to not complain about it, but the honest to goodness truth is that I am frequently finding myself wondering how on earth I can make it through the next several months.
Week 22: Home again
Something happened in the time we were in California. Not sure exactly what, but I definitely came home different than before we left. At the end of June, when we left Colorado, I was quite obviously pregnant. But I still hadn't really taken out any of my maternity clothes. I was intentionally holding off as long as I could because I knew how I would come to loathe those clothes by the end of November. Ironically enough, this is the longest I've ever held out in "normal" clothes.
But we got home at the beginning of July, and all of a sudden, I felt...well, pregnant!!! I felt big. I looked bigger than before I left. Several people made the dreaded comment, "You've popped!" Clothes that I wore right before we left were definitely not going to fit any more. It was time to pack them away. (Which was actually very ironic because I had that very debate with myself before we left. I agonized more about packing for this trip than I ever had. If I packed my regular clothes that I had been wearing, would they still fit me by the time the trip was done? But at the same time, I didn't want to fill a suitcase with maternity clothes that were still much too big and would therefore make me look like a house.)
And my body had taken a beating at camp. Between the long walks all over camp to get from place to place, maybe also my early morning runs didn't help much, and repeatedly clamoring in and out of a monstrous 15 passenger van, not to mention hefting and heaving other small children in and out of the same van, for several days on end, I was feeling older and less limber than ever!
The day after camp, I headed out to my much neglected gardens, and attempted to pull weeds. After just a few short minutes, I found myself "stuck." It didn't matter which direction I moved, it was going to hurt. A lot. And I don't like to talk about any of my physical discomforts very much; it makes me pretty uncomfortable. But I knew I was in trouble.
And, I'm barely past halfway through this pregnancy. With the way I was feeling that afternoon in the middle of my gardens, I was truly baffled at how I was going to make it through the next 4 months. So my super sweet and very concerned husband (who was maybe wondering how he was going to be fed, and who was going to wash his clothes, not to mention take care of his other 3 children) scheduled my first ever appointment with a chiropractor.
Thank goodness. I am not sure that I could have made it through the upcoming months without some adjusting! Less than coincidentally, the chiropractor he chose is a maternity specialist, and supposedly caters to pregnant women. (Although, in thinking about it, in all the time I've spent in his office since my first visit, I haven't yet seen another pregnant woman come in or out!) Anyway, because of that, he offers a flat fee that covers as many adjustments as you want/need during your 3rd trimester. I have a feeling that with the way this pregnancy is going, that will come in handy before long!
But we got home at the beginning of July, and all of a sudden, I felt...well, pregnant!!! I felt big. I looked bigger than before I left. Several people made the dreaded comment, "You've popped!" Clothes that I wore right before we left were definitely not going to fit any more. It was time to pack them away. (Which was actually very ironic because I had that very debate with myself before we left. I agonized more about packing for this trip than I ever had. If I packed my regular clothes that I had been wearing, would they still fit me by the time the trip was done? But at the same time, I didn't want to fill a suitcase with maternity clothes that were still much too big and would therefore make me look like a house.)
And my body had taken a beating at camp. Between the long walks all over camp to get from place to place, maybe also my early morning runs didn't help much, and repeatedly clamoring in and out of a monstrous 15 passenger van, not to mention hefting and heaving other small children in and out of the same van, for several days on end, I was feeling older and less limber than ever!
The day after camp, I headed out to my much neglected gardens, and attempted to pull weeds. After just a few short minutes, I found myself "stuck." It didn't matter which direction I moved, it was going to hurt. A lot. And I don't like to talk about any of my physical discomforts very much; it makes me pretty uncomfortable. But I knew I was in trouble.
And, I'm barely past halfway through this pregnancy. With the way I was feeling that afternoon in the middle of my gardens, I was truly baffled at how I was going to make it through the next 4 months. So my super sweet and very concerned husband (who was maybe wondering how he was going to be fed, and who was going to wash his clothes, not to mention take care of his other 3 children) scheduled my first ever appointment with a chiropractor.
Thank goodness. I am not sure that I could have made it through the upcoming months without some adjusting! Less than coincidentally, the chiropractor he chose is a maternity specialist, and supposedly caters to pregnant women. (Although, in thinking about it, in all the time I've spent in his office since my first visit, I haven't yet seen another pregnant woman come in or out!) Anyway, because of that, he offers a flat fee that covers as many adjustments as you want/need during your 3rd trimester. I have a feeling that with the way this pregnancy is going, that will come in handy before long!
Week 21: CA bound
I know a lot of people think I'm kinda crazy, but the truth is that no matter what, I would much rather pack up our whole crazy family and join Tim in any kind of adventure than stay home and single parent without him. Even if it means traveling across the country to California in a 15 passenger van with all three of our kids and a bunch of high schoolers for 8 days at camp. Okay, let's be honest, I say that people think I'm crazy because that sounds crazy even to me!
In any case, that's exactly what we did. We drove for two days, with Tim in the driver's seat, Phoebe in the seat right behind him, me in the row behind her, and Sophia and Noah right next to each other in the row behind me. Our other driver opted to ride shotgun with Tim. Who could blame him? The down side of that, though, was that for thousands of miles across the country, I didn't have a single conversation with my husband!!! Even though he was in the same car, just a few feet in front of me!!! Instead, I found myself situated perfectly between kids, "trip bags" full of goodies and entertainment, snacks, drinks, blankies, pillows, carseats, kids and chaos.
Thankfully, because we live far enough away from family that we find ourselves on the road frequently, our two oldest kids are already great road trippers, and you wouldn't be able to believe that there wasn't really a complaint between them. (Other than the fact that Sophia would occassionally tell me that her bottom was sore! Mine too, kid, mine too.) For Phoebe, this was the first road trip that she was old enough to realize that she had been confined to her carseat for nearly two days straight. She didn't sleep much the first day, but other than that, she did alright.
Our final destination was a camp in a small California town about 65 miles mostly north and slightly west of LA. We were there to serve for the week, in whatever capacity we were called to. This happens to be the very same camp that I worked at for several summers during college. I was SO excited to be back and even more excited to show my kids what it was all about. They, of course, are much too young to understand my emotional attachment to the place, but it was fun to have them there nonetheless.
The camp has grown significantly since the time I was there. It's WAY more spread out than it used to be. This, of course, means more walking. I am SO thankful we squeezed the stroller in with all our other cargo, because there is no way I would have survived the week without it. It felt like I was hauling kids back and forth all day long as it was; I can't really fathom that I would have made it without being able to load two of them into the stroller for our treks. I'll be honest and admit that I move at about a snail's pace (or less) these days, but still, it would take me a good twenty minutes to migrate from one end of camp to the other. Good thing no one was depending on my speed and promptness!! It certainly made me miss my younger, more agile days of working at camp!
We spent the week at camp, helping in all kinds of different ways, and then when camp closed up on Friday afternoon, the majority of our group headed to 6 Flags Magic Mountain for an evening full of roller coasters and adrenaline. Have I mentioned that my favorite roller coaster in the world is at Magic Mountain? And have I mentioned that I love amusement parks? And that I haven't been to one in more years than I can count? Oh, it was torturous to send the rest of the group off and settle for an evening of In n Out Burger and Cars 2 in 3d with my family. Don't get me wrong. Under "normal" circumstances that sounds like a nearly perfect family night of entertainment for me. But when all the high schoolers came back oohing and aahing over the new rides at Magic Mountain, I was definitely feeling like this baby better be appreciating the sacrifices I was making for her. Cause that felt like a big one! :)
The next day, we headed into Long Beach for a day on the beach before we loaded back up in our vans to journey home. Just exactly where a pregnant lady wants to hang out, right? The beach? In a swimsuit? Ha!! It's all right; I was highly distracted by the excitement of taking our kids to the ocean for the first time. I ~barely~ thought about feeling like a beached whale.
After one last night in California, we once again loaded into our vans for the two day drive home. All in all, it was a great trip. I was SO thankful to have had the opportunity to join the group, and be a part of the experience. My body was SO thankful to be home and done with the 15 passenger van and sitting on my rear end for days on end!
In any case, that's exactly what we did. We drove for two days, with Tim in the driver's seat, Phoebe in the seat right behind him, me in the row behind her, and Sophia and Noah right next to each other in the row behind me. Our other driver opted to ride shotgun with Tim. Who could blame him? The down side of that, though, was that for thousands of miles across the country, I didn't have a single conversation with my husband!!! Even though he was in the same car, just a few feet in front of me!!! Instead, I found myself situated perfectly between kids, "trip bags" full of goodies and entertainment, snacks, drinks, blankies, pillows, carseats, kids and chaos.
Thankfully, because we live far enough away from family that we find ourselves on the road frequently, our two oldest kids are already great road trippers, and you wouldn't be able to believe that there wasn't really a complaint between them. (Other than the fact that Sophia would occassionally tell me that her bottom was sore! Mine too, kid, mine too.) For Phoebe, this was the first road trip that she was old enough to realize that she had been confined to her carseat for nearly two days straight. She didn't sleep much the first day, but other than that, she did alright.
Our final destination was a camp in a small California town about 65 miles mostly north and slightly west of LA. We were there to serve for the week, in whatever capacity we were called to. This happens to be the very same camp that I worked at for several summers during college. I was SO excited to be back and even more excited to show my kids what it was all about. They, of course, are much too young to understand my emotional attachment to the place, but it was fun to have them there nonetheless.
The camp has grown significantly since the time I was there. It's WAY more spread out than it used to be. This, of course, means more walking. I am SO thankful we squeezed the stroller in with all our other cargo, because there is no way I would have survived the week without it. It felt like I was hauling kids back and forth all day long as it was; I can't really fathom that I would have made it without being able to load two of them into the stroller for our treks. I'll be honest and admit that I move at about a snail's pace (or less) these days, but still, it would take me a good twenty minutes to migrate from one end of camp to the other. Good thing no one was depending on my speed and promptness!! It certainly made me miss my younger, more agile days of working at camp!
We spent the week at camp, helping in all kinds of different ways, and then when camp closed up on Friday afternoon, the majority of our group headed to 6 Flags Magic Mountain for an evening full of roller coasters and adrenaline. Have I mentioned that my favorite roller coaster in the world is at Magic Mountain? And have I mentioned that I love amusement parks? And that I haven't been to one in more years than I can count? Oh, it was torturous to send the rest of the group off and settle for an evening of In n Out Burger and Cars 2 in 3d with my family. Don't get me wrong. Under "normal" circumstances that sounds like a nearly perfect family night of entertainment for me. But when all the high schoolers came back oohing and aahing over the new rides at Magic Mountain, I was definitely feeling like this baby better be appreciating the sacrifices I was making for her. Cause that felt like a big one! :)
The next day, we headed into Long Beach for a day on the beach before we loaded back up in our vans to journey home. Just exactly where a pregnant lady wants to hang out, right? The beach? In a swimsuit? Ha!! It's all right; I was highly distracted by the excitement of taking our kids to the ocean for the first time. I ~barely~ thought about feeling like a beached whale.
After one last night in California, we once again loaded into our vans for the two day drive home. All in all, it was a great trip. I was SO thankful to have had the opportunity to join the group, and be a part of the experience. My body was SO thankful to be home and done with the 15 passenger van and sitting on my rear end for days on end!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Week 20: Ultrasound
Whew, I don't even know where to start with this one, I don't think. It's a long and complicated story that ends with the knowledge that this might possibly be the last pregnancy for me. Four has almost always been our number, and God has blessed us four times over, and well, that might be the end of these kinds of blessings for us. Maybe.
So knowing that we might not have this choice to make again, we decided that maybe we should consider finding out our baby's gender at our ultrasound this time. We've always waited until birth and we've always loved waiting until birth. But maybe we should see what the grass is like on the other side of the fence. It might be fun to have that experience at least once, right?
I've always felt like it might make the second half of pregnancy seem really long if we already knew that information and were just waiting for this baby boy or girl to make an appearance. That's been my main holdout for not finding out. Plus, if I'm really honest, I'll admit that I'm kinda proud of not having to know right away. We're kind of an oddity in this day and age of everyone finding out the gender, and we like it that way. It totally goes against the grain of my planning, Type A personality, and I like it that way. So I figured it would take a certain amount of pride swallowing to actually find out ahead of time.
We also argued that it might be good to prepare Noah if he is getting another sister and not a brother. But if we were deep down honest, we would really be preparing ourselves. Don't get me wrong; we obviously love our girls to pieces like we never knew was possible. But it would be so great for Noah to have a brother.
Some things have come up that have really made me analyze why I feel so passionate about that, so I've spent some considerable time thinking it through. The reasons are many. First and foremost, I see the relationship my own brothers have with each other, and I would love for Noah to have that experience. Secondly, since I grew up in a house of boys, I feel much more comfortable at football games than teaching my daughters how to put on make-up. And throughout this summer, I've had multiple chances to see how Noah interacts and plays so differently when he plays with other boys his age. Let me be clear: Noah and Sophia are the best of friends. But they play so differently than Noah plays with boys. When Noah and Sophia play together, they might be playing house...with Noah in a dress. But when Noah plays with boys, he wants to wrestle, and hit baseballs and do all things that mean boy. It would be great to have another little boy in the house who would want to do those same things with him.
So at the heart of it, to find out that we are having another girl, who may be our last little blessing, can potentially mean the loss of that picture of what our family will look like, and reshifting our picture to include lots of dresses, and wedding expenses, and drama. :) And so that would take some mental adjusting for both Tim and I.
And even still a day or two before our ultrasound, we were still not fully decided about what we were going to do. I polled people I know who have done it both ways, hoping someone would give me some insight that I hadn't previously thought about that might just finally sway my opinions one way or the other. By this point, I think I have maybe heard all of the arguments on both sides. Nothing new came up.
So...after much agonizing, we decided we'd find out. I had a pretty strong sense that we're having another girl, but why not confirm that information? And...
So knowing that we might not have this choice to make again, we decided that maybe we should consider finding out our baby's gender at our ultrasound this time. We've always waited until birth and we've always loved waiting until birth. But maybe we should see what the grass is like on the other side of the fence. It might be fun to have that experience at least once, right?
I've always felt like it might make the second half of pregnancy seem really long if we already knew that information and were just waiting for this baby boy or girl to make an appearance. That's been my main holdout for not finding out. Plus, if I'm really honest, I'll admit that I'm kinda proud of not having to know right away. We're kind of an oddity in this day and age of everyone finding out the gender, and we like it that way. It totally goes against the grain of my planning, Type A personality, and I like it that way. So I figured it would take a certain amount of pride swallowing to actually find out ahead of time.
We also argued that it might be good to prepare Noah if he is getting another sister and not a brother. But if we were deep down honest, we would really be preparing ourselves. Don't get me wrong; we obviously love our girls to pieces like we never knew was possible. But it would be so great for Noah to have a brother.
Some things have come up that have really made me analyze why I feel so passionate about that, so I've spent some considerable time thinking it through. The reasons are many. First and foremost, I see the relationship my own brothers have with each other, and I would love for Noah to have that experience. Secondly, since I grew up in a house of boys, I feel much more comfortable at football games than teaching my daughters how to put on make-up. And throughout this summer, I've had multiple chances to see how Noah interacts and plays so differently when he plays with other boys his age. Let me be clear: Noah and Sophia are the best of friends. But they play so differently than Noah plays with boys. When Noah and Sophia play together, they might be playing house...with Noah in a dress. But when Noah plays with boys, he wants to wrestle, and hit baseballs and do all things that mean boy. It would be great to have another little boy in the house who would want to do those same things with him.
So at the heart of it, to find out that we are having another girl, who may be our last little blessing, can potentially mean the loss of that picture of what our family will look like, and reshifting our picture to include lots of dresses, and wedding expenses, and drama. :) And so that would take some mental adjusting for both Tim and I.
And even still a day or two before our ultrasound, we were still not fully decided about what we were going to do. I polled people I know who have done it both ways, hoping someone would give me some insight that I hadn't previously thought about that might just finally sway my opinions one way or the other. By this point, I think I have maybe heard all of the arguments on both sides. Nothing new came up.
So...after much agonizing, we decided we'd find out. I had a pretty strong sense that we're having another girl, but why not confirm that information? And...
It's a...
GIRL!
I told you I had a pretty strong sense!
I think that after we left, the tech must have thought we were a little nuts. We took all the kids with us to the ultrasound, and left without hardly a reaction amongst us! The little peanut (who was so sweetly sucking HER thumb through most of the experience) didn't want to be very cooperative. This was the first time I've done this, but the tech actually had me use the restroom in the middle to hopefully get our baby to move enough to show us who s/he is! Finally, she did move to just the right spot, and our technician confirmed that we are indeed having our third girl, complete with the black and white picture labeled "girl parts."
I think I said, "I told you." To which Tim replied, "You were right."
And I think that was about all we said! Even the kids were pretty much unphased. Noah almost least of all!
We're still adjusting to the idea of a house almost full of girls. It'll take some time. And because it wasn't an OB who did our ultrasound, the techs don't tell you much about the health and well-being of your baby, so we are just hoping that "no news is good news" and that we are just biding our time until we meet a healthy, strong, sweet little lady!
I took the kids to Jamba Juice across the street from our doctor's office for PINK smoothies to celebrate, and now the name debate begins!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Week 19: Jury Duty (13 June, 2011)
I ended up spending the better portion of this week in Jury Duty. This is the third time I've been summoned. How some people go their whole lives and never get the privilege, and I've already gotten the dreaded piece of mail 3 times is beyond me. Up until this point, I had somehow managed to avoid actually being selected for a jury, but just didn't find a way to get out of it this time. So for the first time, I got to see the whole process through from beginning to end.
This has nothing to do with pregnancy! But it's about the only notable thing that occurred this week. There was a middle aged woman who sat next to me in our deliberations who told me on the second day, "Well, you look bigger today than you did yesterday." No joke! Not sure in what universe that is acceptable to tell someone, much less a complete stranger.
But the story doesn't end there. Would you believe that on the third day, she said, "You look bigger today!" I KID YOU NOT!!! I think that God forgot to give some people the filter that goes somewhere near your tongue that prevents you from saying these things outloud.
Thankfully, at this stage in pregnancy, I am still gracious and kind when people make these kinds of comments, and simply smiled and replied, "Oh, really? I think it all depends on the day and what I'm wearing."
I've also been made fully aware this week that I simply do not live a sedentary lifestyle. After just one day of sitting in the jury box, my rear end is sore!! In case I was ever in doubt, I am no longer questioning the fact that I do very little sitting in one place during the day!
This has nothing to do with pregnancy! But it's about the only notable thing that occurred this week. There was a middle aged woman who sat next to me in our deliberations who told me on the second day, "Well, you look bigger today than you did yesterday." No joke! Not sure in what universe that is acceptable to tell someone, much less a complete stranger.
But the story doesn't end there. Would you believe that on the third day, she said, "You look bigger today!" I KID YOU NOT!!! I think that God forgot to give some people the filter that goes somewhere near your tongue that prevents you from saying these things outloud.
Thankfully, at this stage in pregnancy, I am still gracious and kind when people make these kinds of comments, and simply smiled and replied, "Oh, really? I think it all depends on the day and what I'm wearing."
I've also been made fully aware this week that I simply do not live a sedentary lifestyle. After just one day of sitting in the jury box, my rear end is sore!! In case I was ever in doubt, I am no longer questioning the fact that I do very little sitting in one place during the day!
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