The time has officially come. I started work this week. It was met with extreme hesitation and resistance. Guess who has almost survived the whole week??! Me. While it is Thursday, and technically, we are still responsible for tomorrow's work day, I will call my first week back as successfully in the books.
The evenings have been not as chaotic as expected. Avery is surviving daycare... I didn't think otherwise. She is a sweet baby and Mrs. Brenda is amazing. Noah loves having her with him all day. He is very possessive over her and I think it is genuine. Noah has made the transition of "mommy is back at work" very well.
Physically, I am surviving. I quit nursing her the day I came back to school. Yep, I am a crazy person. I just quit. I weaned her all weekend and gave up cold turkey on Tuesday. I am painfully surviving. ;)
Avery Anne had her 2-month check up on Monday. She was described as long and lean. (Neither of those adjectives did she get from her momma, as I am not long, nor lean.) She was 10.9 lbs and 22.75 inches. I will post pictures soon!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Where Did The Time Go...
I am sitting in bed, watching Cullen iron his clothes, prepping for the week. I have the monitor on, listening for Noah, and I have a sweet, tiny girl fast asleep next to me. Life seems just about perfect. On the flip side... I am ending my last week at home with Little Miss. I get an ache in my stomach every time I think about it.
These past eight weeks have been incredibly difficult, wonderfully exhausting, memory FILLED, fuzzy at times and absolutely amazing. I have learned lessons; Oh boy, have I learned lessons. I am learning to be a mom of two while still being a wife and a friend who can remember anything. I am still learning to be a mom of a little boy who is ALL BOY and wants me only every once in a while. {If you were still wondering... yes, he still very much favors Cullen. No, having a new baby always around Mommy has not made him jealous or want me any more than before - which was minimal to begin with. ;)}
This week was going to be filled with lots of snuggles, lots of lesson planning, lots of down time with my little darlings while trying to adjust to getting up before the sun/son and staying up! Instead, I have spent the week holding my girl and really soaking her in, and playing with my other sweet darling in the afternoon before his daddy gets home and takes over in Noahland.
Oh, staying awake...that is going to be the hard part. So, it is time to prepare for the hard part... starting life back up. I have loved being at home. Let's see if I can make it all work. Say a prayer for me?!
These past eight weeks have been incredibly difficult, wonderfully exhausting, memory FILLED, fuzzy at times and absolutely amazing. I have learned lessons; Oh boy, have I learned lessons. I am learning to be a mom of two while still being a wife and a friend who can remember anything. I am still learning to be a mom of a little boy who is ALL BOY and wants me only every once in a while. {If you were still wondering... yes, he still very much favors Cullen. No, having a new baby always around Mommy has not made him jealous or want me any more than before - which was minimal to begin with. ;)}
This week was going to be filled with lots of snuggles, lots of lesson planning, lots of down time with my little darlings while trying to adjust to getting up before the sun/son and staying up! Instead, I have spent the week holding my girl and really soaking her in, and playing with my other sweet darling in the afternoon before his daddy gets home and takes over in Noahland.
Oh, staying awake...that is going to be the hard part. So, it is time to prepare for the hard part... starting life back up. I have loved being at home. Let's see if I can make it all work. Say a prayer for me?!
Friday, December 28, 2012
A Month In Pictures
I've taken quite a few pictures in the last month. While these are only ones from my phone, I thought I'd share.
...and due the fact that I'm doing the from my phone, I can't add captions until later.
Enjoy! I know I have.
...and due the fact that I'm doing the from my phone, I can't add captions until later.
Enjoy! I know I have.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
It's About Time
I know I am about one month too late on this post. I have promised a lot of people the story of Avery entering the world, and life since. So, without further ado...
I left school Friday afternoon, 11/16/12. I knew I had from Friday at 2:45 until Tuesday at Midnight to live life as a family of three, prepare the house and do any last minute things. So, I packed my school bag, told my kids good-bye and never looked back.
The weekend was filled with last minute things, spending time as a family and having one last "Cullen and Erin" date before being a family of four. Monday morning, I drove to Austin to have my sister color my hair (b/c God forbid I have bad hair in all of Avery girl's hospital pictures). On my way home from Austin, I got a phone call from Dr. Furman asking if I'd rather have my baby Tuesday instead of Wednesday. I said yes before total shock set in. I nervously drove to Cullen's work thinking about all of the things that all of the sudden were incredibly important... Like spending time with my son before I had a son and a daughter. Like cleaning the whole house. Like making sure I was packed up, and Noah was ready for a several day spend-the-night at both grandparent's houses. I hadn't called Cullen. I figured I would tell him in person. So, I arrived at MTV to tell Cullen. I wish I had his face on camera. We were both shocked. I picked up Noah and came home to play. We did whatever he wanted. After Cullen got home from work, we packed Noah up and headed to Coco's house for dinner and to drop the little buddy. We kissed him good-bye. I cried. Big time. Crocodile tears. Not pretty.
I had a hard time falling asleep that night. It wasn't until after midnight. Sad part was, we were scheduled to be at the hospital at 4:00 am. So, we arrive at the hospital and check in about 4:30. I get hooked up to my machines, get comfortable and settle into what I KNOW to be a very short process. After all, I'm already 4.5 cm dilated and 90% effaced. Well, several hours passed. Nothing. No progress. Nurses come in every 30-45 minutes complaining that they can't keep the monitors on Avery.
Around 11:00 am, the doctor on call said she wanted to break my water to speed things up... It was at that point that I asked for my epidural. Epidural in, I continued the waiting game. With each passing hour, I felt a bit deflated. I just wanted to have her here! We waited, waited and waited more. To spare ALL boring moments, we spent from 11:00 to 4:30 waiting around. At 4:30 or so, contractions started to pick up. I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure and on-again off-again pain. I thought my epidural had worn off around this time. Other than the pain I was having, I could suddenly move my legs. I had total control over them, and I didn't earlier in the day.
So, I pushed the magic nurse button. Magic nurse Chris (who is so amazing, she deserves a blog post all on her own) came in about 4:45 to check on me. I told her about my pain/pressure/control of my legs. She had a doctor come check me and it turns out the doctor could see Avery's head.
Cullen is out in the hallway on the phone with my dad. He came bee-bopping in with the phone. I told him it was time to push and I think he lost his color temporarily. He hung up the phone. I was prepped. EIGHT MINUTES and THREE PUSHES later our darling little Avery Anne was here.
Now it's been a month. We are home, settling into what seems to be a routine. I've learned how to nurse a baby. This didn't work with Noah. I'm more than thankful it is working now. Noah is madly in love with his sister. He tells me many times daily how cute she is or how much he loves her. He will get anything for me that I need for her. He is such a sweet big brother. HOWEVER, the transition from only child to big brother for mom and dad was a different story. He has had a tough time sharing Cullen. He's not sleeping through the night. He's throwing huge fits of rage when things get tough or thing don't go his way. He is having a hard time sharing his toys with his friends. He's just in a time of transition. It's hard. But, then he'll have a spark, a fleeting moment, where he is so fun. Moments where he goes with the flow like he used to always do. We've learned that if we expend his energy, he is less apt to throw fits. He listens. We are praying for this time of transition to end. He is perfect with strangers and his day care worker. He is perfect for his grandparents. So, for now, we are learning to deal with the bit of resentment he has towards us. This too shall pass... Or so they say.
I left school Friday afternoon, 11/16/12. I knew I had from Friday at 2:45 until Tuesday at Midnight to live life as a family of three, prepare the house and do any last minute things. So, I packed my school bag, told my kids good-bye and never looked back.
The weekend was filled with last minute things, spending time as a family and having one last "Cullen and Erin" date before being a family of four. Monday morning, I drove to Austin to have my sister color my hair (b/c God forbid I have bad hair in all of Avery girl's hospital pictures). On my way home from Austin, I got a phone call from Dr. Furman asking if I'd rather have my baby Tuesday instead of Wednesday. I said yes before total shock set in. I nervously drove to Cullen's work thinking about all of the things that all of the sudden were incredibly important... Like spending time with my son before I had a son and a daughter. Like cleaning the whole house. Like making sure I was packed up, and Noah was ready for a several day spend-the-night at both grandparent's houses. I hadn't called Cullen. I figured I would tell him in person. So, I arrived at MTV to tell Cullen. I wish I had his face on camera. We were both shocked. I picked up Noah and came home to play. We did whatever he wanted. After Cullen got home from work, we packed Noah up and headed to Coco's house for dinner and to drop the little buddy. We kissed him good-bye. I cried. Big time. Crocodile tears. Not pretty.
I had a hard time falling asleep that night. It wasn't until after midnight. Sad part was, we were scheduled to be at the hospital at 4:00 am. So, we arrive at the hospital and check in about 4:30. I get hooked up to my machines, get comfortable and settle into what I KNOW to be a very short process. After all, I'm already 4.5 cm dilated and 90% effaced. Well, several hours passed. Nothing. No progress. Nurses come in every 30-45 minutes complaining that they can't keep the monitors on Avery.
Around 11:00 am, the doctor on call said she wanted to break my water to speed things up... It was at that point that I asked for my epidural. Epidural in, I continued the waiting game. With each passing hour, I felt a bit deflated. I just wanted to have her here! We waited, waited and waited more. To spare ALL boring moments, we spent from 11:00 to 4:30 waiting around. At 4:30 or so, contractions started to pick up. I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure and on-again off-again pain. I thought my epidural had worn off around this time. Other than the pain I was having, I could suddenly move my legs. I had total control over them, and I didn't earlier in the day.
So, I pushed the magic nurse button. Magic nurse Chris (who is so amazing, she deserves a blog post all on her own) came in about 4:45 to check on me. I told her about my pain/pressure/control of my legs. She had a doctor come check me and it turns out the doctor could see Avery's head.
Cullen is out in the hallway on the phone with my dad. He came bee-bopping in with the phone. I told him it was time to push and I think he lost his color temporarily. He hung up the phone. I was prepped. EIGHT MINUTES and THREE PUSHES later our darling little Avery Anne was here.
Now it's been a month. We are home, settling into what seems to be a routine. I've learned how to nurse a baby. This didn't work with Noah. I'm more than thankful it is working now. Noah is madly in love with his sister. He tells me many times daily how cute she is or how much he loves her. He will get anything for me that I need for her. He is such a sweet big brother. HOWEVER, the transition from only child to big brother for mom and dad was a different story. He has had a tough time sharing Cullen. He's not sleeping through the night. He's throwing huge fits of rage when things get tough or thing don't go his way. He is having a hard time sharing his toys with his friends. He's just in a time of transition. It's hard. But, then he'll have a spark, a fleeting moment, where he is so fun. Moments where he goes with the flow like he used to always do. We've learned that if we expend his energy, he is less apt to throw fits. He listens. We are praying for this time of transition to end. He is perfect with strangers and his day care worker. He is perfect for his grandparents. So, for now, we are learning to deal with the bit of resentment he has towards us. This too shall pass... Or so they say.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Bittersweet, Party Of One.
Seven days to go. A glorious seven days until I will have two children, until I am a mother of a newborn again, until my life as I know it, will be forever changed.
I can't help but have very bittersweet feelings. While every fiber in my body is so excited to meet her and have her here to hold and be a part of our family, I am struggling with my relationship as I know it with Noah. He is my pride; he is who I am; he is my rock and my life as I know it. He is what keeps me awake at night pondering how to be a better person. He is my favorite little man, and he will tell you that. What do I do when he is not my only child? What do I do when one baby NEEDS to be held and one little man wants to be held? As far as he has ever known, he has been my only child...now he has to share me. Moms of multiple children, how do you do it??!
Noah and I spent the whole day together today. It was perfect. He snuggled with me all morning. He gave me as many kisses as I wanted. He loved me and told me he loved me all day. It was absolutely Heaven sent to spend one more wonderful day together, just him and I.
So, here is to preparing for Little Miss' arrival. A week or less... here we go!
I can't help but have very bittersweet feelings. While every fiber in my body is so excited to meet her and have her here to hold and be a part of our family, I am struggling with my relationship as I know it with Noah. He is my pride; he is who I am; he is my rock and my life as I know it. He is what keeps me awake at night pondering how to be a better person. He is my favorite little man, and he will tell you that. What do I do when he is not my only child? What do I do when one baby NEEDS to be held and one little man wants to be held? As far as he has ever known, he has been my only child...now he has to share me. Moms of multiple children, how do you do it??!
Noah and I spent the whole day together today. It was perfect. He snuggled with me all morning. He gave me as many kisses as I wanted. He loved me and told me he loved me all day. It was absolutely Heaven sent to spend one more wonderful day together, just him and I.
So, here is to preparing for Little Miss' arrival. A week or less... here we go!
Monday, November 5, 2012
Before Tomorrow...
Before tomorrow's appointment, I should update you QUICKLY on last
week's appointment. Last Tuesday, I had a baby appointment. I had prayed
for a week straight with lots and lots of tears for sweet Little Miss
to "flip". I needed her to not be breech. I needed her to do what she
should - turn over and get into position.
Sadly, it consumed my every spare thought. I couldn't move past it. Looking back now, I attribute that to the fact that Noah's labor and delivery was a cake-walk. I didn't expect anything short of the exact same thing for her.
As soon as Furman (OB) walked in, I could feel my whole body get hot, preparing for the worst... BUT, as it turns out, Little Miss did EXACTLY what she was supposed to do. She turned. She flipped. She is a good little girl.
With a heavy sigh of relief, I changed my prayer for this week. I thanked the Good Lord regularly. I also prayed she stayed head down.
I have an appointment in the morning tomorrow. I will see if she is still doing just what she should.
Regardless of Little Miss' position, I am between 3 and 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced... practically active labor! I also hadn't gained any more weight. WHOOP. I remember that towards the end with Noah; In fact, with him, I lost three pounds there at the end. Here is to hoping... but, my prayer is she is still head down, and making her way towards her grand entrance into this world. I am ready to meet my precious Little Miss.
Sadly, it consumed my every spare thought. I couldn't move past it. Looking back now, I attribute that to the fact that Noah's labor and delivery was a cake-walk. I didn't expect anything short of the exact same thing for her.
As soon as Furman (OB) walked in, I could feel my whole body get hot, preparing for the worst... BUT, as it turns out, Little Miss did EXACTLY what she was supposed to do. She turned. She flipped. She is a good little girl.
With a heavy sigh of relief, I changed my prayer for this week. I thanked the Good Lord regularly. I also prayed she stayed head down.
I have an appointment in the morning tomorrow. I will see if she is still doing just what she should.
Regardless of Little Miss' position, I am between 3 and 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced... practically active labor! I also hadn't gained any more weight. WHOOP. I remember that towards the end with Noah; In fact, with him, I lost three pounds there at the end. Here is to hoping... but, my prayer is she is still head down, and making her way towards her grand entrance into this world. I am ready to meet my precious Little Miss.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Sweet Sentiments
Here are two things Noah has said tonight, that I never want to forget:
At dinner I asked Noah who Daddy was married to. He said "Spider Man". I corrected him by saying that Daddy is married to Mommy. But he insisted that "No. Daddy is married to Spider Man." This went back and forth for a while. Each time his rebuttal was the same... "No. Daddy is married to Spider-Man!"
At dinner I asked Noah who Daddy was married to. He said "Spider Man". I corrected him by saying that Daddy is married to Mommy. But he insisted that "No. Daddy is married to Spider Man." This went back and forth for a while. Each time his rebuttal was the same... "No. Daddy is married to Spider-Man!"
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Wiggle and GIggle
This was a video I unloaded from the camera tonight. It is from this summer, and Noah's cousin Aubrey's house. This is a video I want to watch for years to come. I love the way this kid wiggles!!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
36 weeks and Counting.
I went to the doctor today. It was a pleasant appointment. It was the beginning of the weekly check-ups. They start to measure my dilating and effacing. This was a HUGE success. I am 3 cm dilated. I am 50% effaced. Practically walking around in labor. THIS makes me happy. I got some un-fun news as well. As of right now, Baby Girl is breech. We talked about what this means and the potential complications.
I am praying for her to flip on her own. I am praying for a healthy baby no matter how she makes her entrance into the world.
Other than that, Noah melts my heart more and more daily. He is going to be such a good big brother. I just know it.
Sorry it is so short tonight... I am to that point where all I want to do is sleep! :)
I am praying for her to flip on her own. I am praying for a healthy baby no matter how she makes her entrance into the world.
Other than that, Noah melts my heart more and more daily. He is going to be such a good big brother. I just know it.
Sorry it is so short tonight... I am to that point where all I want to do is sleep! :)
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Another Post Sponsored by AA
Hi. my name is Erin. It's been two weeks since my last post. {The crowd greets me with, "Hi Erin".} I know it has been too long. The funny thing is, I have thought to myself at least 2000 times, "hey, I should blog about this!". I never do, clearly.
Since I last posted, I have had another baby appointment. It was my last of the two week appointments. The next one I attend, starts weekly appointments. The scary part of that is, I only attended two one week appointments and our precious Noah made his arrival. Some days, I would be super with that idea; for her to come early, just like her brother. Other days, I think we have lost our minds... what are we going to do with two children??! I am so excited to meet her. I remember, being at this point with Noah... that I just wanted to meet him, hug him once, and stick him back in me to cook a while longer. I am so ready to meet her, to dress her in cute frilly outfits, but I am not sure we are ready to be a family of four.
On other news, my cousins on my dad's side threw a surprise baby shower for me last weekend. It was purely a ribbons, bows, and very cute clothes shower. ZERO necessities, minus the tower of diapers from my parents. {Cullen couldn't have appreciated that more!} She has more shoes than Cullen already. I love that about her.
Here are a few cute Noah stories:
He has been sick the last few days with a little stomach bug. He told me his tummy hurts, and that he doesn't feel very good. That part of it is not that cute... but then he looked at me out of the blue and said, "I not sick anymore!!"
One of my MOST favorite things he does, is quickly make new friends. We went to the park after he announced he is "not sick anymore!!" At the park there was this little girl. He immediately went up to her said, "Hi. You my friend!" and they played for a solid 3o minutes together. It was adorable. I love how big his heart is.
Cullen is also not feeling well. He checked on Cullen a hundred different times today. "You tummy hurt, Daddy?" He is so loving.
I picked him up from school yesterday to go to a PTA carnival at my school. He said immediately, "I want to see elepants!" Sadly, I had to break it to him that there would not be any elephants at the school carnival.
He says things like: "Too bright!" when we turn the lights on in the morning.
He will say good morning and good night to my belly every day. Unprompted. He lifts up my shirt just to say hi to Avery. He asks about her, often. I love that about him. I think he is going be the most wonderful big brother.
He says to us, "Be happy!" If we are sick, or not feeling well, or if I had a bad day at work, he notices. He will say to me, "be happy," or "get happy, Mommy". All of these statements make me very happy.
Life is really good right now. I have a camera full of pictures that need to be uploaded. I will do that next. :)
Since I last posted, I have had another baby appointment. It was my last of the two week appointments. The next one I attend, starts weekly appointments. The scary part of that is, I only attended two one week appointments and our precious Noah made his arrival. Some days, I would be super with that idea; for her to come early, just like her brother. Other days, I think we have lost our minds... what are we going to do with two children??! I am so excited to meet her. I remember, being at this point with Noah... that I just wanted to meet him, hug him once, and stick him back in me to cook a while longer. I am so ready to meet her, to dress her in cute frilly outfits, but I am not sure we are ready to be a family of four.
On other news, my cousins on my dad's side threw a surprise baby shower for me last weekend. It was purely a ribbons, bows, and very cute clothes shower. ZERO necessities, minus the tower of diapers from my parents. {Cullen couldn't have appreciated that more!} She has more shoes than Cullen already. I love that about her.
Here are a few cute Noah stories:
He has been sick the last few days with a little stomach bug. He told me his tummy hurts, and that he doesn't feel very good. That part of it is not that cute... but then he looked at me out of the blue and said, "I not sick anymore!!"
One of my MOST favorite things he does, is quickly make new friends. We went to the park after he announced he is "not sick anymore!!" At the park there was this little girl. He immediately went up to her said, "Hi. You my friend!" and they played for a solid 3o minutes together. It was adorable. I love how big his heart is.
Cullen is also not feeling well. He checked on Cullen a hundred different times today. "You tummy hurt, Daddy?" He is so loving.
I picked him up from school yesterday to go to a PTA carnival at my school. He said immediately, "I want to see elepants!" Sadly, I had to break it to him that there would not be any elephants at the school carnival.
He says things like: "Too bright!" when we turn the lights on in the morning.
He will say good morning and good night to my belly every day. Unprompted. He lifts up my shirt just to say hi to Avery. He asks about her, often. I love that about him. I think he is going be the most wonderful big brother.
He says to us, "Be happy!" If we are sick, or not feeling well, or if I had a bad day at work, he notices. He will say to me, "be happy," or "get happy, Mommy". All of these statements make me very happy.
Life is really good right now. I have a camera full of pictures that need to be uploaded. I will do that next. :)
Sunday, September 30, 2012
It's Getting Closer...
As promised, two posts in one week. This last Tuesday started my two-week appointments with the OB. Dr. Furman had a difficult time finding Little Miss' heartbeat because she was squirming so much. We got though. 141 beats p/ hour; just where it should be. She said I'm measuring just where I should and we mapped out the rest of my pregnancy. We discussed my recent sonogram and the fact that my little darlin is still a girl... A big girl at that. She was weighing in at 2 lbs, 15 ounces two weeks ago (slightly bigger than a fetus should be). That means one if a couple things: A) she {more than likely} will come early like her brother. B) could come on her due date and BE A NINE PLUS POUND BABY. Or C) we can talk about inducing on the 19th.
In other Little Miss updates, her room still isn't done. BUT we do now have a plan of action. We are going to tape off her room this week and paint over the next two weekends. Chair rails will go up the weekend of the 13th and we'll put the final decorations up over the next several weekends. Phew. All in time for Halloween and her birth month to arrive.
This weekend, we went to Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine, TX. On the way there, we stopped for dinner. At dinner, I got embarrassingly teary. I realized this trip would be our last trip as Cullen, Erin and Noah. It made the trip all the more significant. We did any and everything Noah wanted to do and had a great time doing it. We spent HOURS at the indoor water park. We just had a fantastic time. While I am so excited to create wonderful memories that include Little Miss, it is bittersweet knowing our world of three will soon no longer be.
We are super busy between now and Little Miss' arrival. Cheers to a busy, activity filled 7 weeks (or less).
In other Little Miss updates, her room still isn't done. BUT we do now have a plan of action. We are going to tape off her room this week and paint over the next two weekends. Chair rails will go up the weekend of the 13th and we'll put the final decorations up over the next several weekends. Phew. All in time for Halloween and her birth month to arrive.
This weekend, we went to Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine, TX. On the way there, we stopped for dinner. At dinner, I got embarrassingly teary. I realized this trip would be our last trip as Cullen, Erin and Noah. It made the trip all the more significant. We did any and everything Noah wanted to do and had a great time doing it. We spent HOURS at the indoor water park. We just had a fantastic time. While I am so excited to create wonderful memories that include Little Miss, it is bittersweet knowing our world of three will soon no longer be.
We are super busy between now and Little Miss' arrival. Cheers to a busy, activity filled 7 weeks (or less).
Monday, September 24, 2012
Pregnancy Facts and Other Tid-Bits
First of all... I am going to put it out there. I will have two {yes, two} blog posts this week. This one counts, and I go to the doctor tomorrow. I will have a baby update then. WOW, two in a week. I am lucky if I can get one done every two weeks as of recent!
So, Here are some pregnancy facts and other Mills' tid-bits in number format.
That is it for me. Happy Monday. I will post again tomorrow after Miss. Priss' appointment!
So, Here are some pregnancy facts and other Mills' tid-bits in number format.
- It is official. My wedding ring does not fit any longer. I would like to blame it on highly salted Chinese food yesterday, but sadly, I have been struggling to put it on daily for about a week. When My finger immediately turned purple this morning, and only a combination of soap, water, and lotion took my ring off, I knew it was time. The silver lining? I couldn't wear it after seven months with Noah. At least I made it to eight months with Little Girl.
- I have this dear friend, {I will call her Krista (name changed to protect the innocent)}, who is just a few weeks behind me in her pregnancy. Until recently, she and I had gained pound for pound the same amount of weight. I went to the doctor, doubled my weight. She went to the doctor - didn't gain a pound. While I should be so very grateful to have only gained 19 pounds this entire pregnancy so far, hearing her measly little 9 pounds made me a not happy girl. :) I told *Krista that we were no longer friends until she caught up with my weight gain. She and I both have appointments this week.
- Speaking of appointments, tomorrow's appointment starts the first of my two-week appointments. I remember thinking when I was pregnant with Noah that two-week appointments would NEVER get here. It meant we were at the beginning of the end. From here, pregnancy goes warp speed. I feel like I just told Cullen I was pregnancy with this one; now we are counting down. I am in single digit weeks until Miss. Priss gets here. Good Lord. AND,
- As my not-friend *Krista pointed out in a recent conversation, IF Miss. Priss delivers on her due date, I have 8 working weekends until she gets here. Let's not forget, this coming weekend, we are busy. The following weekend we are busy. One weekend in October is completely booked. They way I see it, we have FIVE working weekends. By working weekends, I mean, WE NEED TO FINISH HER ROOM. Good news is,
- Cullen has the crib put together (Thanks, Durbin family, for letting us rent Bobby temporarily). Miss. Priss has a changing table in her room. Her sheets are in the washer. We bought paint for her walls. AND, while the room isn't painted, at least we have committed to colors and purchased them... no turning back now.
- NON-PREGNANCY REMARKS: Noah is melting my heart daily. He is growing so fast. His brain is so smart. He continually impresses me with just how smart he is. I know most of you know this, but on the off chance I forget, Here are a few recent Noahisms:
- After I asked if he wanted to walk or drive to the mail box, he responded with, "Let me check my schedule."
- He cannot say certain words correctly. I love them, and as long as they are not academically cause for concern, I will not correct him. Words like: church - he says chirps; Brodie - he says Broer; He calls Millie Millie-dirl. He calls my friend Taylor, Terr. He calls his CoCo, ToTo. While I know that is just learning how to speak appropriately, I think it is too sweet. He calls pizza- issas. He calls milk, nilp.
- If you ask him what he wants for dinner, 7 out of 7 days, he will tell you issas. THAT is my child. Now if I could just convince him that the only edible pizza in the world is Mr. Gattis and we had one closer than Belton, I would be a very happy girl.
- Cullen and I celebrated our 5-year marriage mark this past week. He gave me a beautiful necklace and earrings that match. I gave him a bread maker. He had his gift WAITING on me Saturday morning. Never in our almost ten years together has he had a gift PRIOR to our event (birthday, anniversary, etc). NEVER in our almost ten years together have I NOT had a gift waiting for him. Well.... his gift arrived 5 days late. I am the worst. I feel terrible. I just wasn't with it this year. I would like to say there is a reason for it... but there wasn't. I was just behind the ball!!
That is it for me. Happy Monday. I will post again tomorrow after Miss. Priss' appointment!
Thursday, September 13, 2012
30 weeks, 2 days
30 weeks??! What? 30 WEEKS?? Que the dramatic music please... I cannot believe in 10 {OR LESS} SHORT WEEKS, our little girl will be rocking in my arms, not in my belly. Here is a picture from tonight, and a short catch up on baby girl's stats.
How far along? 30 weeks, 2 days!
Total weight gain: Holy HUGE; I've gained 19 pounds total. I know it is a part of it, but I am ready to just die.
Maternity clothes? Yes please. I really love and appreciate maternity clothes. I am just so comfortable in them, and that is what is MOST important right now. ;)
Stretch marks? No new ones! ;) PRAISE JESUS.
Sleep: In my THIRD trimester and sleeping through the night...I MAY wake up once to potty. I cannot complain about that. I know it will get MUCH worse before it gets better!!
Best moment this week: Hearing our nugget's heartbeat today.
Miss anything? No. Well, I miss not craving sweets. This little girl has turned me into a sweets monster. Prior to this pregnancy, I could not eat sweets for AGES and be fine!! Now, it is daily, all day.
Movement: All day, every day. She isn't a kicker. She is a roller. I swear, she does gymnastics all day in my tummy. She also uses my bladder as a spring board.
Food cravings: NONE. That is the problem. NOTHING sounds good, ever. I am the worst friend (daughter, wife, friend, ... whatever hat I am wearing) to help make decisions about what to eat for lunch or dinner.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nothing.
Gender: Yes!!!!! It is a GIRL. This news was so wonderful to hear. Her name will be Miss. Avery Anne Mills.
Labor Signs: None, thank goodness!!
Symptoms: None right now. Positively glowing.... and peeing all the time.
Belly Button in or out? Flat. Not an innie or an outie. It will stay like this until the end. It will not become an outie!!
Wedding rings on or off? On, but barely. The mornings are tough to get it on, the evenings are tough to get them off!
Happy or Moody most of the time: Blissfully Happy! But, so tired!
Looking forward to: Noah meeting his baby sister. He loves her in the womb. I hope he loves her as much out of the womb. He is so protective and has such a HUGE heart. I absolutely cannot wait to see him as a big brother.
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| Avery Anne and Momma 30 weeks, 2 days. |
Total weight gain: Holy HUGE; I've gained 19 pounds total. I know it is a part of it, but I am ready to just die.
Maternity clothes? Yes please. I really love and appreciate maternity clothes. I am just so comfortable in them, and that is what is MOST important right now. ;)
Stretch marks? No new ones! ;) PRAISE JESUS.
Sleep: In my THIRD trimester and sleeping through the night...I MAY wake up once to potty. I cannot complain about that. I know it will get MUCH worse before it gets better!!
Best moment this week: Hearing our nugget's heartbeat today.
Miss anything? No. Well, I miss not craving sweets. This little girl has turned me into a sweets monster. Prior to this pregnancy, I could not eat sweets for AGES and be fine!! Now, it is daily, all day.
Movement: All day, every day. She isn't a kicker. She is a roller. I swear, she does gymnastics all day in my tummy. She also uses my bladder as a spring board.
Food cravings: NONE. That is the problem. NOTHING sounds good, ever. I am the worst friend (daughter, wife, friend, ... whatever hat I am wearing) to help make decisions about what to eat for lunch or dinner.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nothing.
Gender: Yes!!!!! It is a GIRL. This news was so wonderful to hear. Her name will be Miss. Avery Anne Mills.
Labor Signs: None, thank goodness!!
Symptoms: None right now. Positively glowing.... and peeing all the time.
Belly Button in or out? Flat. Not an innie or an outie. It will stay like this until the end. It will not become an outie!!
Wedding rings on or off? On, but barely. The mornings are tough to get it on, the evenings are tough to get them off!
Happy or Moody most of the time: Blissfully Happy! But, so tired!
Looking forward to: Noah meeting his baby sister. He loves her in the womb. I hope he loves her as much out of the womb. He is so protective and has such a HUGE heart. I absolutely cannot wait to see him as a big brother.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
A Thought...
I remember being so good at blogging before kids. Anyone remember that too?? So, here I am. Two or three weeks have passed since I last blogged. I often start blogs and stop halfway through because I figure what I am writing about is not important to anyone outside of our moms and maybe my best friend.
BUT, I had a thought, a major thought yesterday. I was driving home {alone} in my car when Walking In A Winter Wonderland started to play on the radio. While there are SO MANY things wrong with that idea, I will stick to my original post.
That song made me think... When Walking In A Winter Wonderland is playing on the radio LEGITIMATELY, I will be a mother of two. I will have two small children I am responsible for in this world. That scares the lights out of me. I know we planned this 'second baby" thing. I know that I love her more than the world is big already, but, to have TWO kids is a whole 'nother ball game!
Speaking of being a mother of two...
We chose her crib... we returned it. We ordered a new crib and love it. We chose her bedding. We chose her glider. We have her paintings. We know what we want to do with the walls. My goodness, we MAY just have a baby's room after all! I am so excited to see it all come together.
Our little sugar (the living one) has turned into a super hero. For the last couple of days {maybe a week}, he runs around our house with one hand in the air and the other near his hip screaming "Super Noah!"
I love our kids. Both of them. The one I know and have loved for the last two years and the one I only know from the inside. I love my life and everything that life has in store for us in the next few months.
There you go. There is my blog.
BUT, I had a thought, a major thought yesterday. I was driving home {alone} in my car when Walking In A Winter Wonderland started to play on the radio. While there are SO MANY things wrong with that idea, I will stick to my original post.
That song made me think... When Walking In A Winter Wonderland is playing on the radio LEGITIMATELY, I will be a mother of two. I will have two small children I am responsible for in this world. That scares the lights out of me. I know we planned this 'second baby" thing. I know that I love her more than the world is big already, but, to have TWO kids is a whole 'nother ball game!
Speaking of being a mother of two...
We chose her crib... we returned it. We ordered a new crib and love it. We chose her bedding. We chose her glider. We have her paintings. We know what we want to do with the walls. My goodness, we MAY just have a baby's room after all! I am so excited to see it all come together.
Our little sugar (the living one) has turned into a super hero. For the last couple of days {maybe a week}, he runs around our house with one hand in the air and the other near his hip screaming "Super Noah!"
I love our kids. Both of them. The one I know and have loved for the last two years and the one I only know from the inside. I love my life and everything that life has in store for us in the next few months.
There you go. There is my blog.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Little Nuggets in My Head...
My cousin writes an extremely comical, often very serious blog. I love her writing, and she is one of the most frequent blogs I check for updated reading material. Go check her out; tell her I sent you. Bond's Mindless Wanderings. Her most recent post was little nuggets in her head. I loved it; it gave her opportunity to empty her mind. I need to do so as well. Here are MY little nuggets in my head.
- I started school back, full time, yesterday. It was only professional development, no kids yet. However, I spent a good amount of time on my feet, hanging things, walking around, and working. Good Lord, I came home and my feet looked like little sausages. Entering month seven of this pregnancy at the peak of "standing on my feet" season is going to be rough. I can hear it now, "this little piggy went to market. This little piggy went home. This little piggy stayed on her feet waaaaayyy tooo long."
- Little Noah helped his daddy edge the yard and blow off the cut grass in his pull-up in the front yard tonight... yep. We are that family.
- I have had an incredible seven months of pregnancy. I have only gained 10 pounds. I have been happy and healthy. I have LOVED the moments I spend with Noah, especially when, out of the blue, he asks to "see" or "talk" to Avery. He will lift up my shirt and pet me, or talk to my belly. I hope he loves her as much out of the womb as he does in the womb.
- I again, spent too much extra time at school today preparing my classroom. I came home, played with Noah, ate dinner and was out the door at 7:30. At 10:00 my fat piggy feet cried until I got off of them!
- One last nugget - I had a dream last night {Oh, how I love pregnancy dreams} that I had a 6-7 inch Boston Terrier tattoo on my left hip. Cullen and I went to New Orleans on a vacation and it was there that I decided I didn't want my tattoo any more... So, I found a shop that would tattoo over it. Want to know what I traded my Boston Terrier tattoo for??? A FELIX THE CAT face. Get out of here! A) I hate cats. B) Felix the Cat?? Really? C) I love Boston Terriers... why would I get rid of mine? D) WHY AM I DREAMING ABOUT THIS?????
- In the last two or three days, I have run into an extraordinary amount of stupid people. I hate bumped "stupid people" to the top of my pet-peeve list. I hate, hate, HATE, stupidity. :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I'm A Big Kid Now...
I was reminiscing with Cullen the other day about Noah growing up right in front of us. Every day, it seems like he is bigger and {emotionally} more grown up than the day before.
This summer has been HUGE for our little Noah. He is potty training, and doing so well. He has transitioned from a toddler bed to a big boy bed AND goes to bed without crying at all. It is so nice, yet I miss rocking him to sleep.
This last weekend, Cullen and I got up and got ready for church. {Side Note: Church is always stressful. Noah cries and has cried every time we drop him off at church nursery.} This time, Cullen drops him off at his room with me standing behind them. Noah walks in his room and turns to Cullen. Instead of crying, he says to Cullen, "where my diaper bag?". I quickly responded that he didn't need it, that he is a big boy, going in the big potty. He thought about it, and it made since. He shrugged and turned in and walked away. NO TEARS.
Instead, I wanted to cry.
I know it is our plan to grow our kids into wonderful small adults. I wanted Noah to be more independent - that was my goal this summer. However, I hate it. I hate that he doesn't NEED us to do certain things. When our little baby gets here, I know it will be nice to have a big helper, but I sure do miss my little baby Noah. I miss him NEEDING to crawl into my lap, needing me to hold him and rock him.
I guess it is all a part of it... right?
This summer has been HUGE for our little Noah. He is potty training, and doing so well. He has transitioned from a toddler bed to a big boy bed AND goes to bed without crying at all. It is so nice, yet I miss rocking him to sleep.
This last weekend, Cullen and I got up and got ready for church. {Side Note: Church is always stressful. Noah cries and has cried every time we drop him off at church nursery.} This time, Cullen drops him off at his room with me standing behind them. Noah walks in his room and turns to Cullen. Instead of crying, he says to Cullen, "where my diaper bag?". I quickly responded that he didn't need it, that he is a big boy, going in the big potty. He thought about it, and it made since. He shrugged and turned in and walked away. NO TEARS.
Instead, I wanted to cry.
I know it is our plan to grow our kids into wonderful small adults. I wanted Noah to be more independent - that was my goal this summer. However, I hate it. I hate that he doesn't NEED us to do certain things. When our little baby gets here, I know it will be nice to have a big helper, but I sure do miss my little baby Noah. I miss him NEEDING to crawl into my lap, needing me to hold him and rock him.
I guess it is all a part of it... right?
Monday, August 13, 2012
Eat Your Heart Out, Michael Phelps!
Yesterday, we took Noah over to our friend's house for an afternoon of swimming and fun. Unbeknownst to us, our friends have a diving board.
Naturally, No-Fear-Noah enjoyed every minute of this experience. He belly flopped every time, and popped out of the water happy as can be.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
25 week Comparison
I was just looking through pictures of my pregnancy with Noah. I found my 25 week picture. I am officially 25 weeks and 3 days. Here is a side-by-side of Noah's pregnancy (green shirt) and this one (floral shirt). Overall, I'd say I am doing pretty swell.
I have an OB appointment on Tuesday. After that appointment, I will have another installment of "___ Weeks."
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