Today, is allegedly the day my #4 should arrive. Ha, ha to that. I'm not holding my breath. Like I told my students, a due date is a reasonable estimate of when the doctors think a baby will come. Too bad I'm not feeling very reasonable right now. :(
I think I got a little too excited on Friday when my midwife said that I was 3-4 centimeters and that the baby could arrive any time. Apparently, my daughter is really comfy. If nothing else, my midwife told me that I could be induced on the 18th if Miss A-G doesn't come on her own before then. At least that end is in sight.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The End Seems So Much Longer than the Beginning
How do five days (and I am simply hoping it's no more than five) seem so short when you are on a great vacation, but when it comes to your due date, it seems like FOR-E-VER? Pregnancy is really a phenomenon. The first 36 weeks go by at a good rate, and then BAM! The last four weeks drag by, like you're a little kid waiting for Christmas. At this point, it's pure torture.
The nursery is now complete and completely adorable. :) We had to be careful in our color and theme choices as we're putting Collin and Amelia-Grace together, and I didn't want the room to be too girly or too boyish either. I think we did a good job with a combination of lavendar and sage green with lots of pastel polka dots. I'll post pictures later.
The hospital bags have now been packed and repacked. In Amelia-Grace's bag, I have her coming home dress (which my mom and I both wore), booties, and bonnet pressed and ready to be worn. In my enormous bag, there is vending machine change, popcorn, and candy for late night consumption. Plus, my mom has all the Twilight movies for a vampire marathon packed in her's. Clearly, we are ready.
Dear little girl, Mommy can't breathe, roll over comfortably, or sleep without five to six potty breaks during the night. Please show your sweet self SOON! I might could be bribed to give you a pony if you do. :)
The nursery is now complete and completely adorable. :) We had to be careful in our color and theme choices as we're putting Collin and Amelia-Grace together, and I didn't want the room to be too girly or too boyish either. I think we did a good job with a combination of lavendar and sage green with lots of pastel polka dots. I'll post pictures later.
The hospital bags have now been packed and repacked. In Amelia-Grace's bag, I have her coming home dress (which my mom and I both wore), booties, and bonnet pressed and ready to be worn. In my enormous bag, there is vending machine change, popcorn, and candy for late night consumption. Plus, my mom has all the Twilight movies for a vampire marathon packed in her's. Clearly, we are ready.
Dear little girl, Mommy can't breathe, roll over comfortably, or sleep without five to six potty breaks during the night. Please show your sweet self SOON! I might could be bribed to give you a pony if you do. :)
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
18 Days...and Counting
November 11th is just around the corner, and yet....it seems SO far away. I'm praying that my little girl is like McLain and Collin and decides to make her debut a few days early. Am I ready? No. The nursery is only about 60% finished. I've only washed half of her (EXTENSIVE) wardrobe. My hospital bag is still on my "to do" list. However, I am so physically exhausted and emotionally/hormonally drained that I can't bear the thought of doing this much longer. Like my mother pointed out, all you really need is diapers, wipes, and some onesies. Check, check, and check to them! Hurry up, Amelia-Grace. Mama is ready to meet you!
Friday, June 29, 2012
It's a WHAT?
Wednesday proved to be a very hectic day. In the morning, the boys and I spent a lot of time at Walgreen's while I had my biometric screening completed. Then, we had to head back home for Collin's nap and lunch before we could go to my doctor's appointment. By this point, I was overwhelmed and feeling a lot of pressure about this baby's gender. I was certainly relieved that the great mystery was about to be over!
When we got to my OB/GYN's office, a small crew of my supporters sat with me in the waiting room, including Clay, my three boys, and my parents. When the ultrasound tech called my name, we all walked to the room together, laughing about how this baby would be boy #4 for sure. As everyone claimed a seat or a spot against the wall in the dark room, I crawled up on the table, had my belly smeared with warm gel, and the tech began surveying my very active fourth child. Almost immediately, Keaton asked, "Where is the penis?" I love that he was so ready to get down to business!
Only a minute or so had passed before the ultrasound tech scrolled between the baby's legs and paused for us to take a look. Much to my SHOCK, as well as the rest of the family's, there was NO penis. Baby #4 is a GIRL! I made the tech check several times, because I just knew that a certain anatomy part was simply hiding from our view. However, she assured me that was not the case. Oh. My. Stars. A future with pink???
After spending the rest of the afternoon in a cloud of disbelief, the boys, Clay, and I prepared to tell the rest of our families the big news. However, because their initial responses about boys #2 and #3 were less than completely enthusiastic, I decided it was time for a little, fun pay back. On each boys' chest I wrote a word in black marker. KP's said, "It's." Collin's said, "a." McLain's said, "boy!" The big boys were so excited to flash this sentence at dinner. On Clay's belly, I carefully wrote "Just kidding!" On my belly, I taped a pink and purple sign that read, "It's a girl!" Even though we were still in shock that the baby was actually a girl, we were very ready to trick the family. :)
When we got to Los Bravos,Clay and I carefully arranged the boys' seating, so that we were all in order. After a couple of minutes, I gave the boys the green light, and they stood up and yelled "It's-a-boy!" as they flashed the words on their chests. Everyone started laughing and cheering. After a brief pause, Clay pulled up his shirt, and then I flashed my belly. There was a big pause in our group as everyone processed what my belly said. To add to the family confusion and my delight, Keaton then yelled several times "No, it's a BOY!" Everyone was looking at me, and then the yelling of "Well, which one is it???"began. It was hilarious. I'm so glad we shared our news that way.
Needless to say, everyone is thrilled that this baby is a girl. Keaton is determined that her name shall be Pudding. While I appreciate the originality of his idea, I told him that that could be the baby's nickname, not her real name. Mommy and Daddy have other ideas.
Welcome to the crazy family Miss Amelia Grace Brooks. We can't wait to meet you!
When we got to my OB/GYN's office, a small crew of my supporters sat with me in the waiting room, including Clay, my three boys, and my parents. When the ultrasound tech called my name, we all walked to the room together, laughing about how this baby would be boy #4 for sure. As everyone claimed a seat or a spot against the wall in the dark room, I crawled up on the table, had my belly smeared with warm gel, and the tech began surveying my very active fourth child. Almost immediately, Keaton asked, "Where is the penis?" I love that he was so ready to get down to business!
Only a minute or so had passed before the ultrasound tech scrolled between the baby's legs and paused for us to take a look. Much to my SHOCK, as well as the rest of the family's, there was NO penis. Baby #4 is a GIRL! I made the tech check several times, because I just knew that a certain anatomy part was simply hiding from our view. However, she assured me that was not the case. Oh. My. Stars. A future with pink???
After spending the rest of the afternoon in a cloud of disbelief, the boys, Clay, and I prepared to tell the rest of our families the big news. However, because their initial responses about boys #2 and #3 were less than completely enthusiastic, I decided it was time for a little, fun pay back. On each boys' chest I wrote a word in black marker. KP's said, "It's." Collin's said, "a." McLain's said, "boy!" The big boys were so excited to flash this sentence at dinner. On Clay's belly, I carefully wrote "Just kidding!" On my belly, I taped a pink and purple sign that read, "It's a girl!" Even though we were still in shock that the baby was actually a girl, we were very ready to trick the family. :)
When we got to Los Bravos,Clay and I carefully arranged the boys' seating, so that we were all in order. After a couple of minutes, I gave the boys the green light, and they stood up and yelled "It's-a-boy!" as they flashed the words on their chests. Everyone started laughing and cheering. After a brief pause, Clay pulled up his shirt, and then I flashed my belly. There was a big pause in our group as everyone processed what my belly said. To add to the family confusion and my delight, Keaton then yelled several times "No, it's a BOY!" Everyone was looking at me, and then the yelling of "Well, which one is it???"began. It was hilarious. I'm so glad we shared our news that way.
Needless to say, everyone is thrilled that this baby is a girl. Keaton is determined that her name shall be Pudding. While I appreciate the originality of his idea, I told him that that could be the baby's nickname, not her real name. Mommy and Daddy have other ideas.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Today is the BIG Day
Sunday, April 15, 2012
I'm What?...Oh. My. Gosh.
Babies are a gift from God. I've been told that all my life. I watch and adore 19 Kids and Counting. That's practically their family motto. However, I was quite shocked, really more like stunned, to learn that God was blessing us with an unexpected gift, baby #4. I mean, really? What teacher has four kids??? Several weeks after learning this surprising news, we are definitely excited and most of the shock has worn off. Whew! Thank you, God, for our unexpected gift from You! We can't wait until November to meet our newest baby, which this Mama is assuming will be her 4th boy. :)
Monday, February 20, 2012
Busy Winter
It seems like this winter is really flying by, but it seems that every season seems to do that now. I guess when you're life is hectic, everything happens too fast. :)
Collin is now ten months old. He started crawling two weeks ago, which blew my mind away. McLain and even dare devil Keaton didn't crawl until ten and a half months. Collin loves to crawl into the kitchen (baby gate put back up-check!) and to any cord he can find. Too bad we can't create a cord free house! We are still waiting on his first tooth to show up. There have been two false alarms, and my mom is convinced that a corner of a tooth on the top peeked out for a day and then retracted. I think what she saw was more wishful thinking than anything else. Collin learned to clap this week, which I find completely adorable of course, especially in combination with his big drooly grin.
McLain's activities seem endless some days. He has art club, science olympiad, and is about to start soccer next week. He and his Daddy built a trebuchet for the school science fair two weeks ago. This project was an all weekend affair. I cannot tell you how many clementines and baseballs were launched across my front yard. However, the trouble was well worth it, because he earned first place in the science fair. Yay, Clainy!
Keaton is really excited to start soccer this season. He has been watching and waiting on the sidelines for his turn for three years. He is so ready to play now that he's a big five year old! :) Poor thing missed the cut off last year by seven days. Lately, he has fallen in his big brother's foot steps and has become obsessed with Lego's. Saturday, he came running in my room, and announced, "Mama! God wants us to SHARE!" Even thought I appreciate that he knows this concept, I was immediately suspicious and asked, "What's McLain not sharing?" With angry eyebrows in place, Keaton yelled, "His Lego's!" Silly boys.
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