Marching On

Although everything else is ready, I think I have a 40+ week baby here, which means waiting for March. All supplies for the birth have been sitting out ready to go for a couple weeks now.

And me, this is what I can see, belly and more belly. Legs and feet are a thing of the past, in fact the only reason I know I still have them is because they hurt!

I do have to admit I love watching and feeling baby move, and somehow this little one still finds room to do it, a lot!

Wild Child

This past Sunday I had a baby scare. Jubilee tripped, crashed head first, and began crying- no surprise and not that scary, it happens all the time. The scary part was her coming up with blood and a split cheek that was already bruising. The bloody gash looked so wide on her tiny porcelain white cheek I was sure she needed stitches. Isaiah, unusually calm (he's the one checking temps and monitoring food/fluid intake of sick babies) cleaned it up and said a bandage was enough. As you can see he was right.

The picture does not quite do it justice (it looks like a little scratch and you can't really see any of the bruising) but you can see that it's healing up nicely and that Jubilee was quickly back to her wild ways. I thought I would get out of the crazy stunts till we had a boy.

Perhaps I am not as vigilant with number 2, or I have forgotten how it was but she sure seems to get into more sticky and dangerous situations then her older sister did.

Morning Snow

I love snow, it makes cold so, so, worth it. Of course I grew up in Sunny California without much exposure, and even here while we get some we don't get nearly enough, so it's special. Providence shares my enthusiasm about snow. Well honestly she is much more enthusiastic since she actually goes out to enjoy it, and I tend to enjoy it through a window.

Things Don't Always Go As Planned

I had planned to blog regularly in July when I came back, I really, really did. But I didn't, and each day that passed seemed to make it harder to get back to it. Then my sister inspired me, she hadn't blogged for two years and then just re-entered, if she can do it, I can do it...again. So here I am.

With seemingly constant contractions for weeks now, I was sure I would have had this baby by now. I am about ready to pop, and still have 2 (or more) weeks to go. This cell phone pic was taken last week at 37 weeks, and at my mid-wife appointment this same belly was measuring a solid 39+ weeks. I think my ribs will need to crack and the skin split to make ANY more room. I am amazed each day to wake up to find my body still intact. God sure has made us perfectly though and I can rest in knowing that He knows and plans the perfect timing for this little one to arrive, but I am still praying it's soon!

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I've been feeling blah for a few days now, probably due to my lack of water intake. It tastes bad, even yummy RO water, I can only force a few gulps down at a time and then I go as long as possible between the next gulp. It's completely ridiculous, I am well aware, here I am thirsty (one of the first signs of dehydration) nursing AND pregnant. Why don't I just choke it down?

The strange thing is I love water- really, really, really love water. That's typically my drink of choice. My love affair began when I discovered Reverse Osmosis. As a young girl I noticed my next door neighbor bought water, weird, I thought, since you can get if for free out of the tap. They kept the water jug in a their foyer, a little room at the front of their house. I can remember standing directly in front of the 3 gallon container with my water glass thinking I had tasted nothing sweeter in all my life. I was a convert, with this knowledge of what water could taste like I was no longer able to drink from the facet, at least not without a painful longing.

I tried to explain to whoever would listen, about the sweet refreshing taste of RO water. Some agreed it did taste better, perhaps not to the level I placed it but clearly above other waters. The ones I couldn't understand were those that claimed there wasn't a significant difference, this shocked my to my core. I was amazed that someone- anyone, was unable to taste the difference in clearly superior water. But there you have it, some can and some can't.

And now here I am sadly wondering why can I not appreciate the exquisite effects this water should have as it dances across my tongue? Have I lost all taste buds?

Moving Right Along

I am in my second trimester. Another 6 months and I'll have another wee one. Am I ready?

I'll be honest here, when Jubilee was about 2 months old I was thinking irish twins would be awesome, then she became mobile. 5 years makes you forget things. I forgot how clingy and whiny babies can be. I forgot how they get into anything and everything and it immediately goes into their mouth. I forgot how often sweeping and vacuuming need to be done. And I forgot how dirty new eaters get. I am a little scared of two.

I forgot a few other things too, I forgot how perfectly a little body fits into your arms. I forgot about first laughs and kisses. I forgot how it feels to have them reach for you, only you. And I forgot that their smile really truly is worth the sleepless nights (it just doesn't feel like it at night). This time around I even got to experience a few new things too, how much Providence loves being a big sister. The look in a fathers eye the first time he sees his new baby. The look in baby's eye when papa comes home from work. I like that.

So here's to not having time to forget this time around.

Being the Best

Isaiah came home with the cutest little size 3 soccer ball and shin guards today. That's right we've signed Providence up for a team sport, and not just any team sport- a big time running one, for my happily moseying daughter. Providence immediately wanted to get outside and try them out, and I must admit this may be what was needed to start the fire, she certainly did happily run around till she was quite red in the face. At the end of her little session with Papa she told me that she thinks she'll be "the best soccer player out there." We had talked to her about what the most important thing is? "Loving the Lord" and doing that in soccer is? "Playing your best...but I still think I'll be the best, because I'll be practicing real hard." I'm about to launch into this spiel that even with practice she's not very coordinated and inexperienced, other children have been doing this for years and Isaiah says "I have no problem with that, so long as you're loving the Lord." Simple as that. Hmmm, I thought I was the nice parent.