Tuesday, November 30, 2010

One reason I continue to blog...



I meet new people.  I develop new friendships.  And these new friends inspire me.  I can't wait to tell Preston just how many people love him.  He's got a lot of fans out there. 
Especially this one.  

Thanks for loving Preston, Aly!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Cuteness


via twobluepeas

How adorable are these? 

 I want. Preston wants.



Sunday, November 28, 2010

Scents of the Season


Bath & Body Works
Have you smelled this? It smells fantastic.
And the price is right, especially if you patiently wait on BBW's 2 for $20 promotion.  (regularly priced $19.50)
Sorry, Kristin, I'm cheating on the Fresh Balsam this year.

via
Of course, Frasier Fir is my all time fave, and I scored a few of these on sell a few weeks ago.


Saturday, November 27, 2010

O Christmas Tree

Oh the decisions of today.
Real or Fake (gasp)?
{Yes, I considered a fake tree for half a second. Just thought it would be easier to take down or leave up if we are at the hospital for an extended period of time right after the holidays.}
Big or Small?

In the end, we went on the hunt for a real tree and one that was a bit smaller than we usually go for.
Hanging Preston's ornament
The pickle makes the tree every year.
And of course the pineapple must be there too.
Found this sock monkey ornament at Crate and Barrel.
I immediately thought of P when I saw it.
Here it is all lit up.

Thanks for all the sweet comments on my previous post.
Today was more peaceful.

Friday, November 26, 2010

What a ride!


image via etsy
So the good news of the week is that P's heart function remains stable.
The bad news is that it seems P's growth has slowed down.
About 3 weeks ago he was measuring in the 62nd percentile, and today
he's only measuring in the 39th percentile. 
If it drops into the teens we will deliver.

What a roller coaster ride this journey has been.
I had a feeling this was coming & my doc warned me about this early on.
But still I'm crushed. 
It's not that I'm in denial, but the news
 again slaps me in the face and is a constant reminder that my baby really is sick.

Deep down I knew my bump just wasn't growing the way it had been.
Now when people ask how far along I am I'm almost reluctant to tell them the truth.
I'm finding that when I tell them my true gestational age they reply with a
"You don't look that big"
and again the truth slaps me in the face.

Needless to say we didn't trim the tree today.
My Gherkin and I saw Harry Potter, he held me and let me cry,  
and now I'm curled up by the fire watching Happy Feet.
Maybe tomorrow we'll get that tree up, but today just wasn't the day for it.


Here's our little man today.
I've found myself apologizing to him all day long. For what, I'm not really sure.
I pray that he is not in any pain or suffering in there. 
I pray that all he feels is how deeply he is loved already. 

{Dad, I really think he has your face. Guess that middle name is appropriate.
Now if he'll only fight like you}

Thanks for reading and for letting me share this ride with you guys.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

It's up!



P's stocking was hung by the chimney with care... just in case he makes it here before Christmas.  Now I just need him here, alive, and healthy so I can nestle him all snug in his crib.


Maybe Mr. Gherkin will let me put up the tree this weekend... 
  

Giving thanks.


image via martha stewart

Happy Thanksgiving!


Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Preston's Update


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Preston's cardiologist remains optimistic after today's appointment. His heart function remains stable. He seems to be defying the odds as the doctors were very concerned he would be showing signs of heart failure at this point.  He is not though!  Thank God... I have all day! The tunnel that is leaking may be a little bit bigger, but she's thinking that it is proportionate to his growth.

Speaking of growth, Preston's dad was very pleased to see and hear that his testicles (yes, 2... that's important you know) have descended. That apparently happened just this week as they were not seen on last week's ultrasound (they're that obvious). Did I really just type an entire paragraph about my baby's testes? Wow!

Time to change the subject...

So P's cardiologist wants to let Preston stay put and continue growing for a little bit longer.  She said she would even like to see him stay put until January. Tony laughed aloud.  I'm fairly certain he was thinking about how he could tolerate this crazy pregnant lady for another month.  So as long as my placental flow remains stable, my amniotic fluid is not lower, and he continues to grow it looks like Preston will get to hang out a few more weeks at least   Thank God!

We do have a number of reasons to be thankful this Thanksgiving. I remember being very sad last Thanksgiving because I was not pregnant despite trying. This Thanksgiving we're expecting sweet P.  I can't help but wonder what our Thanksgiving will be like next year.

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As for now, Tony and I are ready to enjoy our Thanksgiving feast that my aunt delivered. See I told you it would happen. I'm may be a tad bit spoiled. Tony says he could get used to this. Thanks to my fam in L-town for cooking for us. We will miss you guys terribly tomorrow.



Psalm 118:24

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Da Bump: 33 weeks

Tony, in his attempt to be funny, comparing the size of my bump to a bowling ball.

My office holiday party was Saturday night at Lucky Strike. Tony bowled. I watched. Many tried to get me to bowl, but I remained reluctant. I refused to become the pregnant gal that bowled herself down the lane. It was a good, fun evening though.


Monday, November 22, 2010

With Thanksgiving

This post seems appropriate given it's the week of Thanksgiving. It's not easy to be thankful in bad times.  And it's hard to remember to give thanks in the good times. This whole process with Preston and my pregnancy has definitely brought me to my knees. I now know what it's like to pray on my knees. I am also learning how to give thanks in both the good and the bad.  It's a hard way to learn this, but I'm slowly learning how to not take life for granted.

via Libby

          This week I am thankful for:
  • Preston's every punch and kick and the reassurance each one provides
  • my family for the unconditional love & for bringing us Thanksgiving dinner this week (i.can't.wait
  • my husband for making me laugh and laugh hard this weekend. ( i love u )
  • our friends and our sunday school class
  • our neighbors and the block party/shower held in honor of our sweet P yesterday
  • the on-call doc who called me back at 3:00 a.m. on Thursday and reassured me
  • my blog and how therapeutic writing this blog is and for friends I've met through this blog
  • my job, my patients, and fabulous coworkers who've succeeded in keeping my stress level down
  • Preston's hiccups that I can feel at this very moment as I sit here typing this.  

via Olivia

Happy Thanksgiving week!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

My 'Preston' Gift


Per Wikipedia:
A push present (also known as a "push gift" or "baby bauble") is a present a new father gives a new mother when she gives birth to their child. In practice the present may be given before or after the birth, or even in the delivery room.  The giving of push presents has grown in the United States in recent years. 




Tony knows my love for David Yurman, and I may or may not have heavily hinted that I would enjoy something from DY as my push present.  So here it is... we bought it early since there was a local promotion for 20% off, but I'm not allowed to wear it yet.

The blue topaz represents blue for my baby boy, and it'll most likely be his birth stone (December) given that the doctor's don't decide it's time for him to come within the next nine days.

My boss had no idea what a push present was until I recently shared the definition with her.  I love that she is now asking her hubby for two push presents (plus interest) for her two grown children.



Ephesians 3:20

Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Nursery: the final touches

It's done folks.
I can't think of anything else I have to add.
Well, except Mr. Preston himself of course.  
Here are the new additions. 
Complete with a sock monkey since I think they're so darn cute.


See that lighthouse and that small little red plane?
I purchased them while in Lake Como, Italy with a baby's nursery in mind.
Now they're in one.



Dear Preston, 
It was such a privilege to put this room together for you.
I thank God for you every day.
I also pray that He will heal your heart
so that I can hold you in your room very, very soon.
Love,   Mommy


Thursday, November 18, 2010

The latest.



image via Zulily

I saw my high risk OB today. My amniotic fluid is lower. Normal, but markedly lower that last Friday. We're not sure what that means as of now, but my doc is concerned it means something is changing with Preston. We're due to see Texas Children's again on Wednesday. Today's been one of those days.  One of those days where I can't stop imagining all the what ifs...

What will it be like when I can't feel those little feet kicking inside of me anymore and what if he's not here with me so I can hold those little feet. 

Hoping that I feel better tomorrow and could certainly use any extra prayers right now.



Ephesians 3:16-19

In Honor of Sam.

Next week will mark 3 years since I brought Sam (my peekapoo) home with me from Thanksgiving.
I was so nervous about making that commitment. 
I remember saying this is either going to be the biggest mistake or the biggest blessing.

Turns out he's been the biggest blessing.
Sam kept me company while Tony traveled often for work a couple of years ago.
He's my walking buddy and loves to
strut his stuff through the neighborhood.
He's the best at snuggling.
He never has bad days.
His love is unconditional-- even when I have bad days.

I apologize in advance for all the pics.
I kind of adore this guy. 

Sam @ 6 weeks.  His 1st night home.
Sam's big brother, Frank. 

@ 6ish months



He loves his dad.










Meeting his younger brother for the 1st time and claiming his territory.

Thanks for tolerating all the pictures. 
I adore you, Sammer.