Watch Me Grow

Marcus had the good idea of taking a picture of me while I was pregnant every month at the same time wearing the same shirt. We started in October after we knew we were pregnant and the last one is May. (which was taken today) It's kinda sad that you couldn't even tell I was pregnant until I was six months along and even then, you really had to be looking. We are hoping to get one more picture right before we leave to go to the hospital, but I don't know if that will actually happen. It's kinda fun to watch my belly grow; I just really hope I can get back to where I was before I got pregnant and had surgery...and my cankles go back to 9 inches....

Mother's Day

The homemade gifts, poems and such that I have gotten from the girls over the past few years for various holidays are cute but usually pretty corny. I display them for a while and then they end up in the basement in a bin. This Mother's Day I got really cool things from all three...actually four, kids. We celebrated an early Mother's Day on Thursday since the girls wouldn't be here on Sunday. I got some nice presents from all of them, but the ones I actually liked the best this year are the ones that I normally consider corny. Taylor gave me a flower in a cup that had a cute little poem about how she can find me laying down, doing laundry or in the hospital. I thought that was rather funny. Then Christian made me a cute teddy bear picture with his hand print on it at daycare. Jessi wrote me an amazing poem that I will cherish forever. Usually, the Mother's Day poems and projects seem pretty generic to me; the girls can use them for me or their mom. This poem from Jessi was very personalized and I could tell she put some thought into it. I loved it and wanted to share:

Super Mom

My mother is the most wonderful mother in the whole world! She's as pretty as a pregnant butterfly. She weighs 128 pounds and she's five foot eight inches tall. Her favorite food is anything she makes that is not burnt. My mother loves me best when I make fun of her and bug her. I like being with my mom when she isn't making me clean anything up. In the good old days when my mom was little, she used to play with her two big brothers and other younger brother. My favorite thing about my mother is she is always so fun to be around and bug. If I could get my mother something special just from me it would be another chance to see her grandpa. I wouldn't trade my mother for anything. Happy Mother's Day!

I laughed at some of it, wanted to refute certain parts and almost cried at others. It was very nice.
Then on Sunday, Marcus gave me some presents from the baby and gift certificates to Roberts. He made me breakfast and dinner and we had a good day. All three kids wished me a Happy Mother's Day and the baby couldn't be left out; we were almost thinking she was going to join us on Sunday but it was a false alarm.
Being a mommy is a wonderful thing!!

Who Needs Sleep?

I want a boring week. A week with no activities, nothing planned, no unexpected phone calls from the doctor's office. In the past week and a half I had both baby showers. (In Vernal, mainly for family and the other one at home for Marcus' family and my friends.) They were both a lot of fun and I got a lot of cool stuff. Baby G is all ready totally spoiled!! The only two things I can even think of that I still need are a swing and a breast pump. We got her a car seat the other night. For some reason, buying that made everything so real. I have my bag all packed with everything except for my mediation CD, which I am working on at the moment. Christian has unknowingly given up one side of his closet for all of the baby's things.

My sister was in town last weekend to throw the Vernal baby shower. I took her to the airport, which is always a dreaded thing. It was early Monday morning and I was nauseous and tired, but was doing okay dropping her off--until she reminded me that I was having a baby in June and she wouldn't be here. I kept my composure until I was back in my car, and then I lost it. The rest of the day I was a complete basket case. She is my person and half way across the country!! Last time she came to town and I had to take her to the airport, I got a call from the doctor's office. That's when they told me that Baby G could possibly have Down Syndrome. This time I also got a call from the doctor's office. I have Group B Strep and have to be on NASTY antibiotics for the next week. Kim is not allowed to visit and have me take her to the airport until after the baby is born, and even then, I think I will be a little hesitant. The Strep B stuff is horrible for the baby if not treated and the more I read about it, the more freaked out I get. I just want to have this baby soon and have her be healthy. Is that too much to ask?!

It would be nice if I only had to worry about this pregnancy, but no...that would be much too easy. There are crazy things going on with both businesses. TSS is getting busier; three weeks from now we have a huge photo shoot. (Marcus says I will have the baby on May 21, he is now changing his mind. He will be taking over 800 pictures and can't work in a trip to the hospital. :) Then yesterday we got some exciting news that will dramatically change Charley's, but we are not allowed to talk about yet. (Don't ask Mom; I wont even tell you!!)

Then Christian has decided he doesn't need to nap during the day. He may not need a nap, but I need him to. Those two hours save my sanity. That is the only time I get anything done. I try throughout the day to do things, but just take a look at my laundry room and you will see how successful I am at that. I have however finally finished Christian's and the baby's patchwork quilts that I have wanted to get done forever. On Baby G's, I even machine quilted it instead of tying it. They aren't perfect, but they are both made with love....or whatever. ( I have to make myself feel better about how they turned out. My OCD side doesn't let me do anything I am happy with.)




Who needs sleep? They say sleep now before the baby comes, but when you can't get comfortable and have to go to the bathroom every five minutes, how are you suppose to do that? So maybe instead of sitting on my growing rear, I should be doing things now that I can't do when Christian is awake or won't have time to do when the baby comes. But then again, sitting on my growing rear is something I can't do when Christian is awake or when the baby comes....