But I had to make an exception for this interesting batch of Clearblue pregnancy tests from when I had my positive results back in April. I thought I should share . . . you might have to click on in to be able to read it.
Weird, right?
August 13, 2011
What?
As a general rule, I won't post anything on my blog that I've peed on.
But I had to make an exception for this interesting batch of Clearblue pregnancy tests from when I had my positive results back in April. I thought I should share . . . you might have to click on in to be able to read it.
Weird, right?
But I had to make an exception for this interesting batch of Clearblue pregnancy tests from when I had my positive results back in April. I thought I should share . . . you might have to click on in to be able to read it.
Weird, right?
August 12, 2011
"We have exciting news"
I don't think I ever wrote about telling people that we're pregnant with #3. We let Jack do most of the "telling" and I'll always regret not having the video camera on for those phone calls.
When he called my mom (who already knew) he said, "We're going to have another baby. It's going to be a girl and we're going to name her Leah." Kyle and I couldn't help but laugh because Leah isn't a name we had discussed, nor did we know at that point that Jack so badly wanted a sister.
When he called Kyle's sister Kristen, Jack said, "Aunt Kristen? We have exciting news! We're going to have another baby." The tone in his voice when he said "We have exciting news!" was cracking us up.
But nothing could really top the phone call with Kyle's sister Katie. "Katie? I have exciting news. I'll give you a hint . . . . Waaaa! Waaaa! Waaaa!" Kyle and I were laughing so hard that Jack wasn't really sure what to do.
When we called Kyle's grandpa, he told Jack, "Congratulations!" And Jack replied, "I'm not the one having a baby. I'm not even a girl!"
No matter what words he used, everyone he spoke to could tell that he was excited for baby #3.
When he called my mom (who already knew) he said, "We're going to have another baby. It's going to be a girl and we're going to name her Leah." Kyle and I couldn't help but laugh because Leah isn't a name we had discussed, nor did we know at that point that Jack so badly wanted a sister.
When he called Kyle's sister Kristen, Jack said, "Aunt Kristen? We have exciting news! We're going to have another baby." The tone in his voice when he said "We have exciting news!" was cracking us up.
But nothing could really top the phone call with Kyle's sister Katie. "Katie? I have exciting news. I'll give you a hint . . . . Waaaa! Waaaa! Waaaa!" Kyle and I were laughing so hard that Jack wasn't really sure what to do.
When we called Kyle's grandpa, he told Jack, "Congratulations!" And Jack replied, "I'm not the one having a baby. I'm not even a girl!"
No matter what words he used, everyone he spoke to could tell that he was excited for baby #3.
August 6, 2011
Adjusting
When my friend Jeanette found out she is having a girl, she told me that at that moment her life flashed before her eyes. I can think of no better way to explain my feelings on Wednesday.
Like I said, I had a strong instinct during the first minute of seeing her pictures that she was a girl. Even so, when the technician started typing "IT'S A . . . " my stomach dropped. When I saw the "G" A thousand things flew through my mind . . .
I wondered if she'd get my freckles.
I worried about who would teach her to wear makeup.
I thought about how ridiculous I'll feel putting her in cutesy dresses, when I rarely dress up myself.
I worried that we'll so much alike that we won't get along.
I feared that she'll want to wear shirts that say things like "Princess" or "Diva" or with lots of glitter and sparkles.
I worried that she'll marry someone who will take her far away (which in all fairness, is a worry I've had with my boys, too).
I was frustrated that we might have to re-paint the nurse
I began rehearsing my modesty and self respect speech for when she wants to buy a bikini.
I pictured dolls and tiny little Polly Pockets pieces strewn around the house (God help the person who buys her Polly Pockets).
I thought about how Kyle won't be the only one who can take the kids to the bathroom anymore.
I love this little girl so much already, but I do not feel prepared for her. I don't feel nearly as capable of parenting a girl as I do a boy. Lots of women I know would be relieved to find out that they're having a girl after two boys.
I know I'll adjust and I know I'll be fine. I'm probably being a little overdramatic, but I'm still a little bit in shock. Up until the first 30 seconds of our ultrasound, I was certain we were having a boy.
What doesn't help are the people who leave messages and comments about how much better it is that I'm having a girl than it would be if I was having a boy and list all of the reasons. Often, the reasons are ridiculous and don't apply to me at all.
I was never someone who REALLY wanted a girl. But I know that I do REALLY want this little girl. I've always said that I believe the world needs my boys, and I think the world needs this little girl, too. I'm honored already to be her mom.
I just need some time to get used to the idea. Maybe 20 weeks or so.
Like I said, I had a strong instinct during the first minute of seeing her pictures that she was a girl. Even so, when the technician started typing "IT'S A . . . " my stomach dropped. When I saw the "G" A thousand things flew through my mind . . .
I wondered if she'd get my freckles.
I worried about who would teach her to wear makeup.
I thought about how ridiculous I'll feel putting her in cutesy dresses, when I rarely dress up myself.
I worried that we'll so much alike that we won't get along.
I feared that she'll want to wear shirts that say things like "Princess" or "Diva" or with lots of glitter and sparkles.
I worried that she'll marry someone who will take her far away (which in all fairness, is a worry I've had with my boys, too).
I was frustrated that we might have to re-paint the nurse
I began rehearsing my modesty and self respect speech for when she wants to buy a bikini.
I pictured dolls and tiny little Polly Pockets pieces strewn around the house (God help the person who buys her Polly Pockets).
I thought about how Kyle won't be the only one who can take the kids to the bathroom anymore.
I love this little girl so much already, but I do not feel prepared for her. I don't feel nearly as capable of parenting a girl as I do a boy. Lots of women I know would be relieved to find out that they're having a girl after two boys.
I know I'll adjust and I know I'll be fine. I'm probably being a little overdramatic, but I'm still a little bit in shock. Up until the first 30 seconds of our ultrasound, I was certain we were having a boy.
What doesn't help are the people who leave messages and comments about how much better it is that I'm having a girl than it would be if I was having a boy and list all of the reasons. Often, the reasons are ridiculous and don't apply to me at all.
I was never someone who REALLY wanted a girl. But I know that I do REALLY want this little girl. I've always said that I believe the world needs my boys, and I think the world needs this little girl, too. I'm honored already to be her mom.
I just need some time to get used to the idea. Maybe 20 weeks or so.
August 5, 2011
Big brothers
Our plan was to bring home balloons for Jack and Ben after Wednesday's ultrasound. Blue if it was a boy and pink if it was a girl.
As with most photo opportunities, I had this idyllic picture in my mind of how it would all go down. We'd take them outside, hand them the balloons and they'd squeal with excitement at the revelation that they were going to have a sister. And then they'd stand there politely with the balloons while I took their picture.
Yeah, right.
They were excited and Jack was jumping up and down (remember that he really wanted a sister), but it lasted about two seconds because it was right before nap time. And remember how I had only had 2 1/2 hours of sleep the night before? Part of it was because Ben was up and 4:45. He was beyond tired.
Jack was so stressed out that the balloons would fly away that he wouldn't even hold them. I tied one to Ben's arm and he was having fun with it until Jack started yelling at him not to lose it.
I have zero pictures. WHich is okay, because I'd like to forget all but the first 20 seconds of it. After their naps, I took them outside with the balloons and tried every bribe in the book to get them to stand there nicely. It just wasn't going to happen.
So on Thursday, when camp was over, we sat them down at the table and showed them all of the photos.
Jack's already asked if we can name her "Leah Pretty Luke." His second choice was "Cassie Lifeguard Luke." This is a prime example of why we don't let 4-year-olds name their younger siblings.
Soon, Jack insisted on "organizing" the photos based on which ones he liked best.
They're going to be great big brothers.
As with most photo opportunities, I had this idyllic picture in my mind of how it would all go down. We'd take them outside, hand them the balloons and they'd squeal with excitement at the revelation that they were going to have a sister. And then they'd stand there politely with the balloons while I took their picture.
Yeah, right.
They were excited and Jack was jumping up and down (remember that he really wanted a sister), but it lasted about two seconds because it was right before nap time. And remember how I had only had 2 1/2 hours of sleep the night before? Part of it was because Ben was up and 4:45. He was beyond tired.
Jack was so stressed out that the balloons would fly away that he wouldn't even hold them. I tied one to Ben's arm and he was having fun with it until Jack started yelling at him not to lose it.
I have zero pictures. WHich is okay, because I'd like to forget all but the first 20 seconds of it. After their naps, I took them outside with the balloons and tried every bribe in the book to get them to stand there nicely. It just wasn't going to happen.
So on Thursday, when camp was over, we sat them down at the table and showed them all of the photos.
Jack's already asked if we can name her "Leah Pretty Luke." His second choice was "Cassie Lifeguard Luke." This is a prime example of why we don't let 4-year-olds name their younger siblings.
Soon, Jack insisted on "organizing" the photos based on which ones he liked best.
They're going to be great big brothers.
August 4, 2011
Pink balloons
Wednesday was a really good day. We got to meet this little girl . . .
The balloons in the picture are from telling Jack and Ben. I'll write more on that later.
On Wednesday morning, We had to wake up early to get to Ann Arbor . . . of course it was scheduled during our busiest week of camp all summer. I love U of M, but I do wish it was closer. I had only had 2 1/2 hours of sleep that night and was CRANKY.
We grabbed breakfast at a McDonalds drive through and we were back on the road before I realized that they got my order wrong. So when we got there, I was tired, cranky and hungry.
Then we made the trek through the hospital to the PAC, only to find that it was really cold. So I was tired, cranky, hungry and cold. Not a great combination.
But my crankiness faded when the technician started taking pictures. She is beautiful. I'm not 100% sure why, but I knew from the first minute of the ultrasound that it was a girl. It's just that everything about the pictures was different from the boys.
She didn't stop moving the entire time! The technician wasn't crazy about it, but we loved it! She was sucking her hands and fists and feet. She was wiggling her little body all over the place and twisting and turning. With the boys, I remember them wiggling a little, kicking and waving their hands back and forth, but it was nothing like this. After the technician finished, the doctor had to come in to re-take a couple of the shots and she had completely flipped around with her head on the opposite side! It was so much fun. She's energetic, for sure.
It was a relief to see her move, because the movement I've felt has been so strange and so much less than it was with the boys. I had wondered if my placenta was in the front . . . I had heard friends say that it lessened how much they felt the kicking. She confirmed that my placenta is anterior. That's probably also why it took a little searching for the doctor to find her heartbeat at my last appointment.
I know that I said I wanted a boy. And I did. Everyone's question is how I'm adjusting to the idea. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. I'll write more about that later too.
The balloons in the picture are from telling Jack and Ben. I'll write more on that later.
On Wednesday morning, We had to wake up early to get to Ann Arbor . . . of course it was scheduled during our busiest week of camp all summer. I love U of M, but I do wish it was closer. I had only had 2 1/2 hours of sleep that night and was CRANKY.
We grabbed breakfast at a McDonalds drive through and we were back on the road before I realized that they got my order wrong. So when we got there, I was tired, cranky and hungry.
Then we made the trek through the hospital to the PAC, only to find that it was really cold. So I was tired, cranky, hungry and cold. Not a great combination.
But my crankiness faded when the technician started taking pictures. She is beautiful. I'm not 100% sure why, but I knew from the first minute of the ultrasound that it was a girl. It's just that everything about the pictures was different from the boys.
She didn't stop moving the entire time! The technician wasn't crazy about it, but we loved it! She was sucking her hands and fists and feet. She was wiggling her little body all over the place and twisting and turning. With the boys, I remember them wiggling a little, kicking and waving their hands back and forth, but it was nothing like this. After the technician finished, the doctor had to come in to re-take a couple of the shots and she had completely flipped around with her head on the opposite side! It was so much fun. She's energetic, for sure.
It was a relief to see her move, because the movement I've felt has been so strange and so much less than it was with the boys. I had wondered if my placenta was in the front . . . I had heard friends say that it lessened how much they felt the kicking. She confirmed that my placenta is anterior. That's probably also why it took a little searching for the doctor to find her heartbeat at my last appointment.
I know that I said I wanted a boy. And I did. Everyone's question is how I'm adjusting to the idea. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. I'll write more about that later too.
Remember when . . .
Do any of you remember this post? Were any of you even reading back then?
When I read that, I remember how nervous I was to even post it. I felt a little silly for opening an etsy shop and thinking that anyone outside of my friends and family would purchase designs from me. I wondered if people were laughing at me. I knew plenty about graphic design, but knew relatively little about the custom stationery business. I've learned so much.
If it weren't for the encouragement of friends and family, I might never have even opened it. If it weren't for Crystal (she was my very first etsy customer), I might have closed up before I even hit Christmas that year.
So you can see why it's such an honor to me that, almost 4 years later, I was in Babble's top 50 etsy moms of 2011 at #22, and #3 in the "for Mom" category. I'm humbled.
Who would have ever thought?!
When I read that, I remember how nervous I was to even post it. I felt a little silly for opening an etsy shop and thinking that anyone outside of my friends and family would purchase designs from me. I wondered if people were laughing at me. I knew plenty about graphic design, but knew relatively little about the custom stationery business. I've learned so much.
If it weren't for the encouragement of friends and family, I might never have even opened it. If it weren't for Crystal (she was my very first etsy customer), I might have closed up before I even hit Christmas that year.
So you can see why it's such an honor to me that, almost 4 years later, I was in Babble's top 50 etsy moms of 2011 at #22, and #3 in the "for Mom" category. I'm humbled.
Who would have ever thought?!
August 2, 2011
Ultra-anxiety
Tomorrow's our fetal survey ultrasound. The big one. I'm so nervous. At dinner, I almost made myself sick thinking about it. Don't get me wrong . . . I'm excited to see pictures of this little one. I just feel so aware of all of the things that could be wrong and I can't seem to push them out of my mind.
Of course, to everyone else, tomorrow is "the day you find out what you're having." I'm excited and nervous about that too. Jack so badly wants a sister. Kyle and I want another boy (but of course, won't be disappointed if it's a girl). Ben just rubs my belly, kisses it and asks, "Baby? Baby?" Which is good, because up until a few days ago, he thought the baby was further north of my belly and couldn't be convinced otherwise. This made for some awkward moments in public.
I've been feeling movements for several weeks now, but nothing really strong. The movement is way different than it was with the boys. Which, of course, makes me worried that there's something wrong. I know that he could just be positioned differently than they were, but my mind won't let me rationalize right now.
Of course, to everyone else, tomorrow is "the day you find out what you're having." I'm excited and nervous about that too. Jack so badly wants a sister. Kyle and I want another boy (but of course, won't be disappointed if it's a girl). Ben just rubs my belly, kisses it and asks, "Baby? Baby?" Which is good, because up until a few days ago, he thought the baby was further north of my belly and couldn't be convinced otherwise. This made for some awkward moments in public.
I've been feeling movements for several weeks now, but nothing really strong. The movement is way different than it was with the boys. Which, of course, makes me worried that there's something wrong. I know that he could just be positioned differently than they were, but my mind won't let me rationalize right now.
July 23, 2011
Zoo day
We went to the zoo last Saturday . . . it was HOT out, but the zoo we like to go to is almost entirely shaded. We were a little sticky, but not too uncomfortable. We had such a good time with the boys. It was a last minute decision, but I'm so glad we decided to do it. I've included a couple of photos of the boys, and a family picture that a friendly stranger snapped for us.
Later that night, we cooked dinner around a campfire . . . in 90 degree weather. We had promised them, so we had to follow through!
Later that night, we cooked dinner around a campfire . . . in 90 degree weather. We had promised them, so we had to follow through!
Thanks to the friendly stranger (who seemed to be behind us at EVERY exhibit all day) for snapping this family photo!
July 22, 2011
Twitter: June - July 22
Selected Twitter posts from the last month or so.
July 22
"Hey mom! Try and find me!". yfrog.com/kjgzgkzj
{Later when I showed him the picture, he said, "Are you serious? You could totally see me!"}
Ben has had more to eat for breakfast than I will probably eat all day.
July 21
Remember on Monday when I said, "We probably need to have our leaky, noisy air conditioner serviced?" Kyle's wishing he had listened to me.
"Feels like 104"
July 17
It's so nice to be married to the world's best dad. He's making up for my parenting shortcomings today.
Thanks to his older brother, Bennett has now taken up telling a knock, knock jokes. It goes like this: "Kna Kna!" "Who's there?" "EYEBALL!"
July 16
Went to the zoo. Cooking dinner over a fire. But I'm pretty sure these were the boys' favorite surprise of the day. yfrog.com/ki85nmj
It's just dropped below 90 degrees, so of course we're building a fire in our back yard to cook dinner. That sounds fun, right?
Proof of a good day at the zoo. yfrog.com/ke1j7oej
July 15
I just had to put Bennett to bed without a story or a song. And now I feel like a monster.
July 13
High of only 76? Come on, July!
July 12
I just read that my baby is the size of an avacado. And now I'm craving guacamole.
July 11
The weather man told me it would be 100 degrees today. But I just bought a sweatshirt.
July 8
My favorite moment of the day? Hearing Ben yell, "Jat! Omeee!" Which is Ben-speak for "Jack! Come here!"
July 7
I woke up this morning feeling little tiny baby squirms in my tummy.
July 3
Jack's first night without a nighttime pull-up. Fingers crossed that we won't have a mess in the morning. {We did not! We did have a mess the night after, though.}
July 1
I'm watching the guys in the Tigers dugout & wondering if their moms will yell at the coach for not giving their sons playing time tonight.
June 30
Today marks the 31st anniversary of the end of my almost-2-year reign as an only child.
June 29
LOOK WHAT THE UPS MAN JUST BROUGHT! Angie Peterson just made my day! yfrog.com/h4eywnlj
June 28
It really doesn't bother me that "under God" was left out of the pledge on NBC. I'm not 100% sure God's all that bothered either.
June 25
Someone asked Kyle today what we're doing on our day off. That's cute.
June 21
I normally like storms, but I'm bummed that the longest day of the year has been cut short by dark clouds.
June 20
The good news? I found my wedding rings. The bad news? Kyle's is still at the bottom of the lake.
Hello, second trimester.
June 18
If I didn't have kids to feed, I'd eat cereal for most meals.
June 16
My inbox is overwhelming & today's schedule is intimidating. But we're having French toast sticks for breakfast, so everything will be fine.
June 14
Jack let me know that he doesn't want to be King of Israel. So glad he's starting to narrow down his options.
June 10
I'm thinking of adding a second 27" monitor to my workspace. I remember a time when having one 27" monitor seemed excessive . . .
June 9
At Panera listening a super loud talker plan out the next 10 years of her life. Best wishes to her fiancé.
June 8
I've found my new calling in life . . . I want to be a freelance reality show casting agent.
June 7
There's something so comfortable about people to whom I can make Friends references without any sort of explanation.
Watching video footage of Ben from last year at this time . . . totally choked up.
Have I mentioned how happy highs in the 90s make me? Because they do.
June 3
Jack just told me he'd do all of my work and I could go to sleep in his bed. If only . . .
I had a dream last night that I was swimming, pulling a boat behind me with a load of groceries, and 3 or 4 people in it. What does it mean?
June 2
Four years ago today, I started a brand new job . . . as a mom. Happy birthday, Jack!
July 22
"Hey mom! Try and find me!". yfrog.com/kjgzgkzj
{Later when I showed him the picture, he said, "Are you serious? You could totally see me!"}
Ben has had more to eat for breakfast than I will probably eat all day.
July 21
Remember on Monday when I said, "We probably need to have our leaky, noisy air conditioner serviced?" Kyle's wishing he had listened to me.
"Feels like 104"
July 17
It's so nice to be married to the world's best dad. He's making up for my parenting shortcomings today.
Thanks to his older brother, Bennett has now taken up telling a knock, knock jokes. It goes like this: "Kna Kna!" "Who's there?" "EYEBALL!"
July 16
Went to the zoo. Cooking dinner over a fire. But I'm pretty sure these were the boys' favorite surprise of the day. yfrog.com/ki85nmj
It's just dropped below 90 degrees, so of course we're building a fire in our back yard to cook dinner. That sounds fun, right?
Proof of a good day at the zoo. yfrog.com/ke1j7oej
July 15
I just had to put Bennett to bed without a story or a song. And now I feel like a monster.
July 13
High of only 76? Come on, July!
July 12
I just read that my baby is the size of an avacado. And now I'm craving guacamole.
July 11
The weather man told me it would be 100 degrees today. But I just bought a sweatshirt.
July 8
My favorite moment of the day? Hearing Ben yell, "Jat! Omeee!" Which is Ben-speak for "Jack! Come here!"
July 7
I woke up this morning feeling little tiny baby squirms in my tummy.
July 3
Jack's first night without a nighttime pull-up. Fingers crossed that we won't have a mess in the morning. {We did not! We did have a mess the night after, though.}
July 1
I'm watching the guys in the Tigers dugout & wondering if their moms will yell at the coach for not giving their sons playing time tonight.
June 30
Today marks the 31st anniversary of the end of my almost-2-year reign as an only child.
June 29
LOOK WHAT THE UPS MAN JUST BROUGHT! Angie Peterson just made my day! yfrog.com/h4eywnlj
June 28
It really doesn't bother me that "under God" was left out of the pledge on NBC. I'm not 100% sure God's all that bothered either.
June 25
Someone asked Kyle today what we're doing on our day off. That's cute.
June 21
I normally like storms, but I'm bummed that the longest day of the year has been cut short by dark clouds.
June 20
The good news? I found my wedding rings. The bad news? Kyle's is still at the bottom of the lake.
Hello, second trimester.
June 18
If I didn't have kids to feed, I'd eat cereal for most meals.
June 16
My inbox is overwhelming & today's schedule is intimidating. But we're having French toast sticks for breakfast, so everything will be fine.
June 14
Jack let me know that he doesn't want to be King of Israel. So glad he's starting to narrow down his options.
June 10
I'm thinking of adding a second 27" monitor to my workspace. I remember a time when having one 27" monitor seemed excessive . . .
June 9
At Panera listening a super loud talker plan out the next 10 years of her life. Best wishes to her fiancé.
June 8
I've found my new calling in life . . . I want to be a freelance reality show casting agent.
June 7
There's something so comfortable about people to whom I can make Friends references without any sort of explanation.
Watching video footage of Ben from last year at this time . . . totally choked up.
Have I mentioned how happy highs in the 90s make me? Because they do.
June 3
Jack just told me he'd do all of my work and I could go to sleep in his bed. If only . . .
I had a dream last night that I was swimming, pulling a boat behind me with a load of groceries, and 3 or 4 people in it. What does it mean?
June 2
Four years ago today, I started a brand new job . . . as a mom. Happy birthday, Jack!
July 19, 2011
Jack's fourth birthday party
Jack turned four in June and we had his party the weekend after. I had been thinking about the party for months, but as usual, I waited until the last minute to throw everything together. I had actually forgotten decoration for the tables until the night before. Whoops. I realize that the centerpieces look more golf-ish than they did baseball-ish.
We served hot dogs, carrot sticks, grapes along with peanuts, cracker jack and pop corn. We had chocolate milk, water and Gatorade to drink. And of course, cupcakes by my friend Maria.
Oh well. You win some, you lose some. These are pictures of the party. I'll post pictures of the birthday boy & friends later.
We served hot dogs, carrot sticks, grapes along with peanuts, cracker jack and pop corn. We had chocolate milk, water and Gatorade to drink. And of course, cupcakes by my friend Maria.
Oh well. You win some, you lose some. These are pictures of the party. I'll post pictures of the birthday boy & friends later.
July 18, 2011
Knock, knock
Jack loves telling knock, knock jokes. Some of them are actually funny. And, as you might expect from a 4-year-old, some of them don't make sense. His favorite?
"Knock, knock."
"Who there?"
"EYEBALL!"
And then he erupts in hysterical laughter.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
But like any good little brother does, Bennett likes to copy Jack in every way possible. Here's his retelling of the joke to me this morning. He had already told the joke 10 - 15 times so he was lacking enthusiasm, but you get the picture.
"Knock, knock."
"Who there?"
"EYEBALL!"
And then he erupts in hysterical laughter.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
But like any good little brother does, Bennett likes to copy Jack in every way possible. Here's his retelling of the joke to me this morning. He had already told the joke 10 - 15 times so he was lacking enthusiasm, but you get the picture.
July 17, 2011
Celebrated
Kyle and I came home late one night and found that his cousin, Amy, had left us flowers as congratulations on baby #3. They were beautiful and I was so surprised and grateful.
By child #3, it sometimes seems like no one cares as much as they did the first time around. It was so nice to feel like this little one was being celebrated! Thanks, Amy!
July 14, 2011
Guacamole
I read earlier this week that my baby is the size of an avacado. Of course, I immediately began craving guacamole. On facebook, a friend noted that this weirded her out.
I can see why.
I can see why.
July 13, 2011
It's July
We're on the last day of Family Camp. Everyone's leaving and it feels as if things should be slowing down, but we're only half way through the summer. Youth camps start again this weekend. I kind of enjoy family camp, because Kyle and I both get to be home at bath and bedtime. Starting next week, I'm on my own again in the evenings.
With the exception of bad storms on Monday, we've had great weather! I depend on July to keep me warm all year long, so I try and soak up the 90s as much as I can. I've spent a lot of time working the zip line and running around outdoors, so I've had a chance to enjoy it!
Jack leaned out his bedroom door this morning and yelled, "Dad? Do you have a copy? Dad?" Which is the call we use on the radios at camp. I couldn't help but laugh. The boys are with us at camp every day and they pick up so much that I don't realize they're picking up.
I've started feeling little baby movements in my belly. Not kicks really . . . just that heavy rolling/shifting feeling. I'm just about 17 weeks. I had an appointment last week and the heartbeat was strong and in the 160s. My gut feeling is that it's another boy. Mainly because this pregnancy has been exactly like the first two. And maybe a little because that's what I'd prefer.
I've had more cramping and I have a few painful contractions every other day or so. My doctor isn't worried, so neither am I.
I've gained 8/10 of a pound, which is good, because I still have plenty left from last time. It's weird though because looking at me you'd think that it was a lot more than that.
The only non-maternity clothes I'm wearing now are drawstring capris that I can leave loose. I was hoping to go as long as I did with Ben without having to break out the maternity clothes, but summer clothes aren't as forgiving as winter clothes are. ALl of my summer maternity clothes were from when I was 7 - 9 months pregnant with Bennett, so they're all a little big on me. I depend on my bella band to keep them in place.
Here's the picture of Jack that I deleted from my previous whiny post. I'm still a little stunned by the fact that I have a four year old.
With the exception of bad storms on Monday, we've had great weather! I depend on July to keep me warm all year long, so I try and soak up the 90s as much as I can. I've spent a lot of time working the zip line and running around outdoors, so I've had a chance to enjoy it!
Jack leaned out his bedroom door this morning and yelled, "Dad? Do you have a copy? Dad?" Which is the call we use on the radios at camp. I couldn't help but laugh. The boys are with us at camp every day and they pick up so much that I don't realize they're picking up.
I've started feeling little baby movements in my belly. Not kicks really . . . just that heavy rolling/shifting feeling. I'm just about 17 weeks. I had an appointment last week and the heartbeat was strong and in the 160s. My gut feeling is that it's another boy. Mainly because this pregnancy has been exactly like the first two. And maybe a little because that's what I'd prefer.
I've had more cramping and I have a few painful contractions every other day or so. My doctor isn't worried, so neither am I.
I've gained 8/10 of a pound, which is good, because I still have plenty left from last time. It's weird though because looking at me you'd think that it was a lot more than that.
The only non-maternity clothes I'm wearing now are drawstring capris that I can leave loose. I was hoping to go as long as I did with Ben without having to break out the maternity clothes, but summer clothes aren't as forgiving as winter clothes are. ALl of my summer maternity clothes were from when I was 7 - 9 months pregnant with Bennett, so they're all a little big on me. I depend on my bella band to keep them in place.
Here's the picture of Jack that I deleted from my previous whiny post. I'm still a little stunned by the fact that I have a four year old.
July 2, 2011
The Ballgame
This post should be about the baseball-themed birthday party that we threw Jack a month ago. Alas, I still haven't even touched the few photos that I managed to take at his party.
Instead, this is about our night out with friends, sans kids. We went to Detroit, out to dinner and to a Tigers' game and it was so much fun. It was HOT. Almost 90 degrees and the sun was beating down on us for the first part of the game. There was a nice breeze that helped a little.
The first 7 innings weren't all that exciting, but the last two made up for it. Even though the first 7 were kind of boring, I learned a lot. Kyle knows a ridiculous amount about baseball, and I've always known that. But still, I'm stunned at how much he knows about strategy and history. It was amazing.
Instead, this is about our night out with friends, sans kids. We went to Detroit, out to dinner and to a Tigers' game and it was so much fun. It was HOT. Almost 90 degrees and the sun was beating down on us for the first part of the game. There was a nice breeze that helped a little.
The first 7 innings weren't all that exciting, but the last two made up for it. Even though the first 7 were kind of boring, I learned a lot. Kyle knows a ridiculous amount about baseball, and I've always known that. But still, I'm stunned at how much he knows about strategy and history. It was amazing.
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