New Addition

But no it's not the baby.

Oma and Grandpa have been staying with us this week awaiting little one's arrival. Yesterday the sun was out and Providence asked Grandpa to play outside with her and help her clean up her playhouse. Guess what Grandpa found shut up inside.

I'm thanking the Lord that they found her when they did, and not a starved dead cat later. We don't really know how long she was imprisoned but I'm pretty sure Providence has been out there less then a week ago...poor thing was awfully hungry and attention starved.

After Providence cared for her the entire morning Isaiah told me "I guess this is how God gives pets to little girls whose Papa won't." He sat Providence down and told her that Mittens (Providence had named her) may be someone else's cat and might go back home, but if she sticks around then Providence needs to take care of her everyday. A few other rules are she's outside only, and if she sticks around for awhile she's going into the vet to get altered. Providence was a little disappointed about that, explaining that she LOVED kittens. But Papa is firm.

Due Dates and Sisters

Jubilee absolutely adores Providence. She follows her around the house and wants to do everything she does. Sometimes she will even refuse to give me kisses, instead bestowing them on her very willing sister. I love that they can, and do, play together. Providence doesn't seem to mind the copy-cat, yesterday she even picked out "matching" outfits for the two of them. Later I caught them spinning around in circles till they fell down in the living room. Their giggles are infectious, and I'm sorry you can't hear them.

Today is my semi-official due date. I've thought this is a boy nearly the whole pregnancy, and would really like to add some testosterone to our estrogen filled house. Watching the girls together however makes me think throwing another one in the mix would be fun too (not to mention the convenience of clothing). Thankfully I don't get to choose, God in His infinite wisdom does and we'll joyfully receive the blessing He gives.

Another Heartening Return

A few years ago I my friend Drea founded a mama review blog called SIMPLE (still going strong) and asked me on board. I enjoyed everything it entailed getting the products, trying them out, writing about them and telling other mothers...but when I got re-married I dropped out of the online world and needed a break. Which stretched a good two years. So imagine my excitement when Drea said she was launching a new review site with another friend, and asked if I would like to be a part of it. Hmm, let me think two seconds...YES!

She{hearts}it.com will officially launch March 7th with fun giveaways so take a peak and check back often.

False Alarm

2am Saturday morning I awaken with contractions, an hour later although things hadn't progressed I was having regular contractions every 10 minutes and unable to fall back to sleep. Considering that both of my other labor and deliveries were about 4 hours from beginning to end I thought I should call my midwife, and make the other calls when I was unable to rest in bed through the contractions. I then lay in bed thinking about this little one I would be holding as the sun came up.

Then the sun came up, no change. My midwife suggested taking a walk so I walked around and around the block making calls and telling others it might be the day. While I definitely had stronger and more frequent contractions on the walk it would slow right back down to every 10 mins once I returned home. Mid-day no change, evening no change. I felt the fool alright every time I had to call someone to say nothings changed.

Finally around 8 two of my sister-in-laws decided to take their children home to bed. We then put our own kids down and watched a movie. I fell asleep around 10:30 and slept right on through (minus bathroom breaks) to the morning. I awoke to cramping gone and regular contractions gone.

FALSE ALARM! I didn't think my body did that.

Pregnancy Dreams

This baby is still holding on, 1 week left till due date, but my guess is I'm going past that. So still being pregnant I am still having pregnancy dreams. Truly I have these kind of dreams even when not pregnant but for some reason while with child they're called "pregnancy dreams."

Last night Providence got attacked by a cycloptic octopus while we were living in a tree in the middle of an ocean. It was really scary. When I woke up with a pounding heart I told Isaiah, no details or anything, me just saying the dream aloud makes it more dreamlike. He assured me Providence was fine.

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.