FYI

my niece is a year old tomorrow!!! A whole year of her and I still can't believe how much I love that child. She was the inspiration for our little Noah to come so early in our lives. Jordan and I both agreed that if we fell this much in love with her, we could only imagine how much love we'd have for our own little one.

Ah, Auntyhood is great!

100 Days Again!

Noah is coming in 100 days from RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!

Can you believe it!

I am NOT too big....

All right! I have to put a stop to this. I keep having reoccurring dreams that everyone is yelling at me and telling me I need to loose weight because I am too big. This is actually affecting my sleep and dreams. Jordan was getting concerned about my confidence because of how I already feel, let alone what people say to me. So please pay close attention to this entry.

Lately the conversation about my belly and body has been as follows:

Person: (With grotesque look on face) “Oh my word! You are sooooo big! I can’t believe how big you are! I was never that big! Wow!”

Me: (With sheepish grin) “No, I don’t think I am, The doc-“

Person: (interrupting) “No way, you are big. I can tell. I wasn’t ever like that. Are you sure there’s only one?”

Me: (Looking sadly at my belly) “Well, the last time I was at the doct-“

Person: (interrupting again) “Well, I’d ask your doctor, cause wow. That’s all I can say, wow!”

Me: (Walking away) “I…um…. have to check on my husband”.

This is what it’s like being in my shoes. It’s not a matter of who says it; it’s a matter of how many people in one day say this type of thing to me. So, since I have everyone’s attention here is what I keep trying to tell you all.

I go to the doctor’s regularly. They measure my belly each time I go. There is a scale of measurements that a pregnant woman should stay within. They measure from the top of the uterus to the bottom. That measurement should be the same number as your week in pregnancy, give or take a few. I was 24 weeks pregnant and measuring 24. I am 100% normal! Not huge, not gigantic. Normal.

The only explanation I can give you all is that started out a thin person. So it may appear that I am large when you see where I started from. Also, for those of you who “never were this big” I’d beg to differ. If your uterus didn’t measure at least 24 or 25 your child would have been born under a pound. Since that’s not likely the case, perhaps you are mistaken or started out a different size than me. Because my uterus is taking over my whole belly, that’s what you see. Your uterus’ might not have had to come out as much as mine, but it did have to get as big as mine is.

Other girls show later when they have larger stomach cavities or wider hips and it appears that they were smaller, but when you have more hip space and room for the baby, it doesn’t come out as quick or as much. It just fills up the space you already have. I don’t have much space in there. Noah has no where else to go but out. Every woman’s uterus gets as big as an eight pound baby. So to say that you “never were that big” is a misjudgment.

All I ask is that you all are encouraging to me and Jordan. Like I said before, I am having nightmares about this. What pregnant woman do you all know likes to hear how big she is? Please have a little more heart and loving encouragement when you all speak with me about this. Wipe the grotesque look off your face and understand that I am a smaller person and my baby and I are just growing. Even if I were too big, what would it matter?

Understand that I am normal, Noah is doing great, and I am a pregnant lady you are speaking too with feelings. Albeit sometimes over emotional, but no one wants to hear how “big” they are.

Thank you to those of you who have been encouraging. Pregnant or not, everyone needs encouragement.

As far as an update on Noah, he’s doing great! The doctor’s ruled out a long time ago any heart defects, or down syndrome. And he is moving a lot! When he is active you can actually see him move from the outside. It’s like a little alien has invaded my belly. Or at least that’s what Jordan says it looks like. And Noah whole heartedly loves his daddy.

Whenever Jordan is around and talking Noah is awake and moving. When Jordan comes home and says, “Bobbid, I’m home” and starts talking, Noah instantly wakes up and moves around. He acknowledges when his daddy is home. I can sing and yell at the top of my lungs but nothing, it takes daddy’s voice to get him going. I love that though. He notices no one else in the world except his pappa. I love it.

Dad's Progress

As you all have probably heard, my father in law has had a heart attack this week thursday. He had an emergency operation to put a stent in his heart to reopen his artery Thursday. All went well and today he went in for the rest of the operation.

This operation included adding two more stents. His operation was at 11:00 today and all went well again. Dad is really a trooper. He is giving the nurses on the cardiac ward a run for their money and got them second guessing their career choices. I have to praise God for a moment here. He truly saw this whole event through to the end and saw that we as a family stuck together and got through this together.

But all in all, through your faithfulness and continued prayers our father is still here with us and in great spirits. I couldn't have asked for a better outcome. He will be coming home hopefully tomorrow and needs to take it easy for a few weeks. So, look forward to Rich's great return shortly!

100 Days....

So, Jordan and I have figured that it’s going to be hard for me to go back to work with a little one that is nursing. I might do some part time stuff when we need it, but for the most part, I am leaving the work force to be a mom to Noah.

So, I sat down with my calendar and figured out when I am to leave and how long it is until then. Today marks exactly 100 days until I leave my job for an indefinite amount of time. And although this is great, I am still saddened by change. I still try to avoid driving by our old apartment because I am still very much attached to it, and now it feels the same for work. I’ll miss having my mind sharpened and fun work days with Hannah. She makes any crummy day go by faster. So, I guess this is going to be harder than I thought. But I bet seeing Noah’s face for the first time will change my heart in an instant, and I’ll be thanking my lucky stars that God gave me a husband that is completely wiling to let me stay home with our children.

Speaking of a great husband, I have to give him some praise. He (along with many others!) was totally fabulous when it came to moving. I didn’t give him a chance to settle down at all from work. He went from work, to moving heavy furniture to sleep, and then back to work. He was amazing. I have to say, I love that man! He’s so good to me, and Noah.

But anyway. I really wanted to give you all some pictures of our new place, but #1 I can’t find where I packed my camera, #2 It’s still messy, #3 I am lazy and forgetful. I will get to it though. And, thanks to all of you who helped. We really couldn’t have done this without your help!