Wednesday, April 24, 2013

preston-isms.




See that tongue?  He totally gets that from me (and from my aunt and I think from one of my uncles).  We stick our tongues out when we're concentrating. It's just what we do.  I think it helps. 


Coloring and building a lego farm totally requires concentration.  Thus, the tongue.

See that head of hair above?  It was tamed recently.  It's the shortest his hair has ever been.  Don't look closely,though, because one side is a little jacked up. He was over getting his hair did once she got to the left side.  You can see some shots of his newly-tamed hair below. 



He is so fun!  I found myself a little choked up on Monday night thinking about how I only have six months left of just 'me and him' time before a new little person requires quite a bit of my attention.  A friend once told me how she felt like she initially 'mourned' her time with her first child when she became pregnant with her second.  I get that now.   It's certainly a bittersweet time.


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

pregnancy thoughts

10 weeks // heart beat = 156 bpm

This pregnancy is flying by. I'm almost 12 weeks now.
Given our CHD history, I'll be doing some specialized, non-invasive testing next week in addition to the first trimester screening.  This special testing, called MaterniT-21, will also reveal the baby's gender.  The specialist I'm seeing is also known for spilling the sex too, and tends to feel quite certain of what she sees.

As excited as I am to find out the sex, I'm also surprisingly a little disappointed to know so early.  I'm not saying I'd like to wait until the birth, but maybe a few more weeks.  There's something fun in the suspense of not knowing.  That being said, I have absolutely no will power (see the cupcake pic below) so when they ask me next week if I want to know I will, without a doubt, say yes.

Once we know all the results and have some time to fully soak it all in, we'll share. It probably won't be right away though. I'm pretty excited to spend some time, privately, bonding with this little babe.  Will I be a boy-mom (which is something I dreamed about, literally, as a teenage girl) or will I be a mom to one of each?

Here's what I know so far:
1- whoa, belly!  turns out that thing gets out there quicker the second time around.
2 -  I have a major sweet tooth.  My most recent craving, funfetti cupcakes with rainbow chip icing.

3- Although I still don't think he fully comprehends, Preston's waves at my belly and says "hi, baby."  He's also pretty attached to me lately.

4- I'm finally starting to feel normal again. The first trimester did take the wind out of my sails for a bit, but overall I'm extremely blessed to be in this state of "growing a human" --- that certainly trumps the bad.  


Monday, April 15, 2013

i heart this kids' book series

Love this series by Rufus Butler Seder.

So does Preston.






available from here or here


Sunday, April 7, 2013

easter 2013 memories.

SLUMC Easter picnic and egg hunt
SLUMC  Easter picnic and egg hunt
Easter Sunday. Dude totally agreed to a picture with his daddy.  His mommy, not so much.  
We're still finding confetti from the confetti eggs //  Easter breakfast 2013 consisted of bacon, Chuy's chips and dip, and Pez.

I discovered that I had Rubella a rash spreading from head to toe a few hours after church. Just kidding, of the five doctors I saw, not one of them thought it was rubella.  It's gone now. Only lasted a couple of days.  Long enough, though, to send every worst-case-scenario through this brain of mine. 


Thursday, April 4, 2013

what's on my mind


I read magazines from back to front and try to start with the horoscopes if there's a page devoted to that.

I'm addicted to Reese's peanut butter eggs, and I desperately need those bad boys off the shelves soon. 

I had just started planning a beach trip for the Gherkin and I and had just sent off his passport for renewal two days before I found out I was pregnant. God had other plans, and I'm so in love with His plans.  

I know the difference between a well and a whale.  Too bad it doesn't sound like it when I say those two words. Any speech pathologists in the house? I need one.

During my blogging hiatus, my dad had triple bypass.  He did well, is home recovering now, and the surgeon said my dad was his "poster child."  Mark that one down in the record books! Just joking, Dad.

Preston started swim lessons in March.  He did well.  Half way through the class, while Preston's kicking his way around the pool, I mouthed to the Gherkin to take a picture with my phone.  He understood it as check my phone which means there's no documentation of Preston's first swim lesson.  Daddy fail.  Nobody mention, though, that I showed up at 11:30.  Preston's class started at 11:00.  Mommy fail.  The instructor saved my hide and let us tag along with the later class.

My prayer life grew by leaps and bounds during my blogging hiatus.  I read this first and loved, loved, loved it.  It's less than $3.00. Buy it.  Trust me. My favorite line is this : praying turns normal parents into prophets who shape the destinies of their children, their grandchildren, and every generation that follows.

While I was reading Praying Circles around your Children, I saw Meredith post about her love for The Circle Maker by the same author.  I started reading that book soon after.  These books, single-handily, have changed the way I pray and hopefully for forever.

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Many of you mentioned that you missed the blog during the blogging break.  I'm not sure who's paying you to say that, but that's awfully sweet of you.  Surprisingly, though, I didn't miss it.  It was a nice break, and I don't feel pressure to blog anymore like I did before.  I desire to blog because I want to or because I have something to share that I think others might benefit from --- not because I feel like it's an obligation.

My patients.  They come to see me mostly for diabetes management, but the past few weeks I've listened to patient after patient pour their sweet hearts out to me.  A man whose wife fractured her c-spine after a car wreck, a lady whose family member is battling a rare form of cancer just after giving birth to a stillborn at 9 months, a couple patients who've been rocked to their core because their spouse filed for divorce, an expecting mom who has already buried one child and is worried sick she'll lose this baby.  While I probably didn't properly handle the issue at hand and the reason they paid a copay to see me that day, I'm honored to be their practitioner, to hug their necks, to let them blow off steam, to pass them a tissue, hold their hand while they cry, and then pray for them long after they leave my office. I'm so glad they trust me enough to share candidly with me so that I can turn it over to a God I trust enough to take care of them.   I'm telling you, read.those.books.

Although Preston seems very sure about not wanting a baby brother or sister, he says with most certainly that he's ready to go to school.  It's been eye-twitching stressful for me, but I've narrowed it down to two, both of which are holding a spot for him until I make up my mind with two deposits that I could do some damage with at the Laura Mercier counter. These kids and the decisions we make for them.  So stressful, I tell ya.

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Thank you for all your congrats on my previous post.  We're pretty stoked.

And did I really just use the word stoked?