First, my sincere apologies for leaving an extremely large picture of bacon as my feature blog for more than a week. When I logged in tonight to write this post I was shocked to see it had been over a week since I have posted…and then slightly grossed out to see that for the past week in my absence was a large platter of bacon. Do you forgive me?
Second, we have officially hit the 31 week mark of pregnancy! It’s safe to hit the panic button now. I vividly remember this stage of pregnancy with Colby.
We had just finished celebrating baby showers in the U.S. with friends and family and had returned to Haiti to “wait” on his arrival. The last few weeks FLEW by and before I knew it, I was holding him in my arms thinking, “What just happened, I thought I was prepared for this?”
Today, I realize I am not prepared.
There are “check-lists” to be completed, holidays to celebrate, and all those…”I’ll get to it later…” projects, well LATER is NOW.
Your “weeks to go” countdown is now in single digits…
This was one of the first lines in my pregnancy book tonight. this is exciting and ridiculously crazy all in one.
Baby girl is opening and closing her eyes now. She can see light changing around her. This week Lolli came to visit us and brought curtains and bedding she made for our sweet girls room.
I picked out the fabric weeks ago and have been eager to see the completed product. I have to say, I love love love them! Thanks Lolli, you did an awesome job!
Now it’s on to the “little touches” in her room, Scripture art, initials over her bed, anything super cute and fun just because. I look forward to showing y’all the final product soon.
Our “little girl” is not so little anymore. She is up to about 3.5 lbs now. And at risk of sounding like I am complaining, I can certainly feel every single pound of her (and maybe a few more.) I have recently remembered a song I heard when I was younger that went something like this:
My back aches, my belts too tight, my booty shakes from left to right…
No doubt about it, that song was written for pregnant women. It will be my song for a few more weeks. And on that note:
Thank you my all too gracious husband for putting up with 10,000 extra pillows in our bed right now to get everything positioned just right. Thank you for not complaining when I wake you every few hours for my middle of the night bathroom runs. And thank you for putting up with all my grunting and changing of positions every 5 minutes on the couch when we try to watch t.v. at night. You’re a gift…now how about a foot rub after I finish this post?
(Sorry, just wanted to try out my “pregnancy card.” After all, it expires in a few weeks!)
Our sweet Colby has become quite the mommas boy even within the past few days. While there are a lot of contributing factors (a whole post in and of itself, shew parenting is hard!) I think one of the main reasons is his awareness that a baby is coming into his world.
It will change our relationship.
As I watch him grow (and grow quick!) I want to savor these last weeks of just being the two of us at home during the day. I want him to know that his momma is crazy about him! I want him to know that even when baby sister comes, this doesn’t distance our relationship, instead it makes our hearts grow bigger as we add her into our days.
It’s crazy to think, Colby will probably never remember the days that it was just the two of us at home (okay, hormonal sob fest coming on…) Although he may not be able to recall specific details, he will know these days were sweet, and then got sweeter as our family grew.
This morning our church had a baby dedication. Each family was presented with a jar of rocks. There were approx. 937 rocks in each jar. This number represents the number of weeks from a childs birth until 18. This is the short time that our children will be in our homes and under our direct influence.
Y’all, the days of parenting may be long (and by long I mean FOREVER at times). But the weeks, months, years…are short.
Let’s make a choice to embrace each step of the way, achy backs, terrible twos, and everything in between.
Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of ones youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!