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34 weeks April 29, 2010

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34 weeks!

I can’t believe we’ve made it this far. Been contracting alot the past few days so I am laying really low. Need to keep this little guy where he is for at least another week. Two would be even better. I ventured out to my friends house on Tuesday and…gulp…was brave and asked her to take some maternity photos. This is my 5th pregnancy and I have never had maternity photos done. ( Kind of hard to have pictures taken when you hate being in front of the camera, right?) Overall, it went really good. She took the fear out of it PLUS she has photoshop!!!!  Does it get any better than that? I think not!!!  The few I am adding are not photshopped, however, because my friend went into labor only hours after taking my picture. ( I know, I’m trying really hard not to take it personal too..)  So….no photoshop means BE NICE!!! Or I’ll post tummy pictures everyday and really traumatize you all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March for Babies 2010 April 28, 2010

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Crazy #1 and Crazy #2 CLEARLY not very excited about the early morning!

 

 

Weather was a bit breezy and chilly but Crazy #2 and Crazy#3 decided that if they sat under the table not only would they be able to stay warm but they could also keep close tabs on the doughnuts above them!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My bestfriends wee one was even getting in the spirit!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Let the march begin!!!

 

 

 
 
 
Crazy#3 got smart and decided that he was still participating in the march even if daddy was carrying him.
 
 
 
 
The end of our walk. All of us together. It was a beautiful day….a wonderful day. The only thing that would have made the day perfect would be if our little Crazy#4 had been walking there beside us all.
 

I would! But… April 20, 2010

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I’m 32 weeks along now. And everything has been going smoothly ( if you consider becoming the size of a small village smooth). About a week ago I began having contractions and some mild abdominal cramping. Add to that lower back pain and feeling like a pack of wolves are having a fight on either side of my pelvic bones? Awesome! Sounds like a PAR-TAY, doesn’t it? I called my doctor because, of course, I have been stressing . And I feel dumb for stressing since this IS my 5th pregnancy.

YES! You read that right…5th. No. I am not trying to catch up with Kate  or Mrs. Duggar. It’s just the way things have gone.

My doctor called me after I emailed him. He told me to rest as “often as possible”. I started to laugh and then he laughed and said,” Good luck with three kids, right?” Basically he wants me to rest when I can and to let things go that don’t really need to be done. SO! Here’s my thought pattern….

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!!

I WOULD clean that shower …BUT….can’t right now.

I WOULD scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees ( because GOD knows it really needs it)….BUT….can’t right now.

I WOULD chase Crazy #3 who has decided that running down the hall with red gatorade is awesome….BUT….can’t right now.

SO…while I am someone who cannot sit still for more than a fleas jump….I am going to do exactly what my doctor says. Because the thought of this little guy coming too early ? Well, it’s more than I can handle.

And really? With four boys to chase after,when is the next time I will get an excuse to NOT clean and run around?

 

Scared April 6, 2010

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I haven’t been too good about writing. Not because I don’t have anything to say but mainly because when I sit down to write…..I just can’t seem to get the words to come out.

I’m a few days away from being 31 weeks along in my pregnancy. I thought I would be past the fear part of things. Instead I feel more on edge. More irritable. Scared. Somedays downright terrifed. Why? Not sure. The baby’s ultrasound came back perfect. Genetic testing came back perfect. He’s gaining weight as he should be as am I. ( If you could see my pantry full of girl scout cookies, your jaw would drop) I’m so afraid to really talk about when our son comes home. I mean…I’ve washed his clothes and put them away. I’ve washed the crib sheets. We’ve picked out a perfect name for him. But I haven’t really been able to visualize him here…at home. Sleeping in my arms. Haven’t been able to picture myself changing his diapers or staring happily into his sweet baby eyes. Haven’t been able to picture counting all his little toes and fingers.  And all I can think is…how screwed is that? How completely freaking horrible am I that I still won’t allow myself to believe he is coming home. I read blog after blog of mom’s who hope. Mom’s who believe. Mom’s who find their peace with God. Mom’s who expect the best. And here I sit at eight months…fully expecting the worst. What kind of mom does that? Where has my hope gone? Where has my optimism gone?