Baby Seven Is A…..

Today started off a bit chaotic.  Our ultrasound was scheduled for 10:30 a.m., and after much shuffling and hustling, we were finally able to get out the door to downtown in the big city with nary a minute to spare.  I was seriously worried that we would hit traffic, or that I’d miss my turn, or any myriad of things that can happen when you are pressed for time, but I actually made it at 10:30 on the dot.  YAY, right?  Haha… no.

As soon as I walked in and gave my name, the sweet little receptionist sheepishly looked at me and said  “ummm… ma’am, we have you scheduled for your appointment at the north office“.   I stared blankly for many minutes before I finally uttered “The what? I didn’t even know that there was such a thing…”  Then she proceeded to tell me that there is an office FIVE minutes from my house and that I was supposed to be there five minutes ago.  Awesome.   She quickly followed that the mistake happens a lot and that someone probably neglected to communicate that little tidbit of info when they scheduled and confirmed me.  I could tell that there was probably a story there, but honestly, at that point I didn’t really care who was to blame, I was just worried that my ultrasound wasn’t going to happen and that we’d have to reschedule.  I quickly whispered a prayer that they would give us favor so that we could somehow still have it done.  Thankfully, she called the north office and they had plenty of time (wow!!), so back up the road we drove.

We skated right in and within minutes we were looking at our  precious BABY BOY!!!


I know these 4D pictures can look a little crazy, because the fluid distorts them, etc., but I can see past all of that, to my little guy -who looks exactly like his brothers and sisters- and my heart skips a beat.  This NEVER gets old.  Ever!  It is the most precious thing in the world to see another of God’s creations growing as our little gift.  And what perfect timing, because today, his Daddy and I celebrate 20 years of marriage!   You probably would have had to pick both of us up off of the altar if you’d have mentioned that on this day, 20 years later, we’d be happily looking at our seventh child’s ultrasound.  It makes us laugh our heads off, and give many, many thanks at the same time.

Everything else looks fantastic!   He is measuring perfectly with all things exactly as they are supposed to be.  AND…get ready… the placenta previa is COMPLETELY GONE!!!  The placenta is not even low-lying!!  It is in a totally normal and healthy position for a normal birth.  Praise be to God!!   Thank you SOOO much if you were one of our precious prayer warriors in this.  We know that this is of the Lord and we are beyond grateful for His obvious movement in this (literally… ha!).

Thank you for rejoicing with us!


A three month break?  Sounds about right since that’s a trimester.  ;)   This will not be news to anyone reading this since we announced when we found out, but for the blog’s sake, we discovered mid-December that baby number seven will, Lord willing, make his/her appearance sometime in August.  We are so very excited!

Quickly following an announcement, though, is when this Mama is usually hit with a nice case of morning sickness.    I was really doing pretty well, except for being extraordinarily tired, up until we got the flu in January.  I was 9 weeks when it hit us, and while I did get it, my fever never really got above low-grade, so for that I am very, very grateful.  However,  by the time the worst of the flu was over, my “morning” sickness kicked into full-gear. It’s been a rough few weeks, and just like before, I’ve never been able to blog on through those days.  I probably wouldn’t want my thoughts recorded anyway, truth be told… ha! ;)

The good news is that warmer weather is here (mostly), I’m having more good days than bad days in the pukey department, and my energy level is finally coming back up.  I found a new OB that I really like, too.  I didn’t get in to see her until I was 13.5 weeks because I was planning to use the Birthing Center right around the corner.  Sadly, though, my insurance is one of the few that they don’t accept.  I was so discouraged about that (SO DISCOURAGED), but I asked a midwife which OB she would recommend, and that’s how I found the one that I’m using.  When I finally decided to make my way in, I realized that we have a great rapport!  She seems respectful of the fact that this ‘ain’t my first rodeo’, and that’s important to me.

The biggest deal, though, is that I found out right away, with the initial in-office ultrasound, that I have placenta previa.  This is where, once again, I am reminded that we should trust God when He shuts a door because it’s ALWAYS the very best thing for us.  If I’d have gone to the Birthing Center, I’d have likely had no ultrasound until -at least- the middle of my pregnancy, and there are precautions that need to be taken right now to ensure the safety of the baby while the previa is an issue.  Not only that, but a lot of OB’s are weird about taking new patients on after 20 weeks, and I would not have been allowed to give birth at the Birthing Center because 1.  I’m now high risk and they don’t see high risk patients, and 2.  If the previa doesn’t clear up, it is truly a situation in which I’d need to have a C-section.

We are praying that, as my uterus expands, the placenta will “move up” and I can continue on with my plans to have the baby naturally.  If anyone knows me, they know that the thought of a section makes me extremely apprehensive, but I trust God with this.  If He allows the placenta to remain in it’s current place, then I will deal with it and be grateful for the ability to have a surgery that will save the life of my baby and me.  It’s definitely *not* the path that I’m hoping for, but I trust Him.  Prayers for this to resolve would be GREATLY appreciated, though!

In the meantime, this is our newest little peanut <3



Carah Cate’s Birth Story

Carah Cate 

November 12, 2012 @ 2:58 a.m.

6lbs 10 ozs, 18.5 inches long

Well, it sure has been a long couple of weeks!  I stayed pretty low key after it appeared that our little one might be trying to make an early appearance.  I usually have my babies between 37.5 and 38.5 weeks, so I knew if we could just make it to November 1st she would be alright.  I had hoped to go a few weeks longer just for her health despite being pretty physically miserable, and God mercifully let that happen.

On Tuesday, November 6th, I was one day shy of 38 weeks and had really been contracting.  We went in to the OB after timing them for a few hours, where they promptly stopped when I was hooked up to the monitors.  The Dr. said that I could be admitted if I really wanted to be because it was obvious that I was in the early stages of labor, and he really didn’t expect me to make it too much longer.  I declined because I knew that we weren’t quite there yet if they were still stopping and starting, no matter how painful and exhausting it was.  Over the course of the next few days, I kept doing pretty much the same thing.  My pattern seemed to be:  wake up feeling alright, get some things done (with my mother-in-law’s help because she graciously came up to stay with us on the Saturday before.  She was invaluable to me!), rest a little in the afternoon, and then que the contractions all night until I finally went to bed hoping they would actually wake me up so we could be done.  ;)

On Saturday, the 10th, I woke up feeling so strangely good that I actually uttered the words “I think I may actually be alright with going all the way to Thanksgiving if I can just keep feeling like this!”.  I’m pretty sure Mark thought I had finally lost my ever-lovin mind entirely at that point.. haha!   I cleaned up the house, did up what little laundry I had, and tried a new recipe for Ginger Cookies (<— YUM!!) before watching football and relaxing with my family.  It was a GREAT day, truly!

On Sunday, the 11th,  not so much.  I woke up with a ton of pressure and my lower back ached in the worst way.  I contracted like crazy, and some of them were rather intense, but I didn’t bother with timing them because they were still just a little too short in duration to mess with.  So I got ready for church,  intent on not sitting at home thinking about labor all day long, and off we went.  As time went on, I had a sneaking suspicion that we might not make it too many more hours.  I came home and got back in my pajama pants… ok, MARK’S pajama pants because that was all that fit, and even those were getting snug, truth be told.  :D … and I fell asleep after lunch.  When I woke up,  we watched a movie and stayed pretty low-key, but things were starting to pick up just a little.

By early evening, I was very antsy.   I had the whole Crew put all hands on deck to clean this place up for the night, and it was then that I decided I needed to steam mop the entire house or I would surely die.  My poor mother-in-law had a slight look of panic on her face and asked me many times if I would like her to do it, but I said “Nope.  What’s the worst that could happen?  I go into labor?  Mission accomplished.”  Pregnant women are rational like that.

Finally, after the house was satisfactorily clean (no small feat), we popped in another movie around 7.  I had a few doozies that were definitely getting stronger and lasting longer, but still, I was trying to ignore them until they flat demanded my attention.  Well, by 9 p.m., that time came.  I told Mark that I was going to get into the shower, and if they didn’t subside soon, we could start timing.  They slowed somewhat right after I got my shower, but quickly picked the pace back up.  I sat in my chair in my room and they were coming at exactly 8 minutes apart for over an hour.  By around 11 p.m., I conceded that we probably needed to go get checked.

Mark loaded up all the bags (because he was sure we weren’t coming home) and we left.  I only had one good contraction in the car on the way and was dead positive it was a waste of time, but we only live 5 minutes from the hospital.  Once I got there though, I had another, and I was convinced that we were probably where we needed to be.   After going through admitting, they wheeled me up to Labor and Delivery and checked me.  I had already gotten to at least a 5 so they started prepping the room.  I have one nurse that I absolutely ADORE up there, and by the grace of God, she came in even though she wasn’t supposed to that night.  I started to be prepped for my epidural (because they told me to get it now or I might not have time… and look… homey don’t play that. :)   Hat’s off to ya’ll who do it naturally, but I felt it all with Isa, and that was enough)… anyway,  all of a sudden my favorite nurse popped up in front of me and we both just teared up and hugged!  She remembered me from when I had Isabella and we truly have a GREAT repoire.  It was just perfect!

After they placed my epi, I chilled out and thought “man, this is so super easy this time!”.  We chatted for just a little while and then WHAM, I felt that searing pain in my hip that is never affected by medication and enormous pressure.  I told Marguerite (the nurse), and she quickly checked me, said I was almost complete and wanted to do a super quick cath to drain my bladder so I wasn’t pushing with a full one.  She did, and in less than 5 minutes, I was complete and it was time to push.  After 4 really good pushes, our little Carah came right on out.  She pinked up right away and started to cry.

Her little lungs were still a little bit wet when she arrived because she decended so fast, so they ended up taking her to the nursery shortly after she arrived, but I had her back very soon so that we could nurse.  She  has an incredible latch and took to nursing like a pro.  We did deal with her getting rid of all that fluid for the first 24 hours which was kind of scary because she appeared to choke a few times when she’d spit it up, but by the second day, she had mostly gotten rid of it.  All of her newborn screenings and everything else look fantastic, too.

We finally came home last night around 6 p.m.  I’m pretty sure every pregnant woman in Mississippi had their babies this week because L&D was to capacity when we left!  We are so happy to be here enjoying ALL of our crew.  We feel sooo blessed.

And just to make this as long as possible, one very interesting “God-thing” that will always be so special to Mark and I is this:  2 years ago to the exact date of our Carah’s birth, my precious hubby and I traveled to Oklahoma for him to get a reversal from the vasectomy that he had right after our Andrew was born.  There was so much prayer and conviction over that decision, but God has blessed us immeasurably ever since.  I meant to tell that story as “part 2″ waaaaaay back there right before I had Isa, but never got around to it.  I can’t let it go unsaid again even if it *is* the Reader’s Digest version.  I will have to come back and tell all of it in detail because it is such a pivotal part of our testimonies, but I am about out of time right now.

Suffice it to say, being given not only ONE precious new addition last November had us humble and grateful to our merciful God, but doing it again, and right down to the day that started this journey, was so significant and worshipful, that I could never put it to words.  What precious, precious blessings he has given to us who don’t deserve it.  Words fail at how very blessed we feel.  Thank you, my Jesus.


Nine Months

Alrighty, it’s been awhile since I’ve updated, but we’ve truly 45 kinds of busy around the Westie abode.  We’ve had birthdays and all kinds of extracurricular stuff go on and that’s kept us hopping in a big way.  Well.  Apparently “hopping” even in the proverbial sense, is not such a great idea for someone in the 3rd trimester of pregnancy.  ;)

Last week, I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a contraction truck.  My lower back ached and I just wasn’t feeling well at ALL.  I ended up calling Mark to come home because I knew that something wasn’t right.  I went straight to bed and didn’t really get out until Tuesday (the 16th).  On Wednesday, I had a routine OB appointment, and because of all the action, I had an exam.  Without going into TMI, I had already started to dilate which wasn’t such a great thing considering I was only just 35 weeks on the nose.  Historically, when I start to progress, I don’t go for very long before I’ve got a baby in my arms, and as much as I want to see this little peanut, I sure don’t want her to come before she is completely ready to tackle things like breathing!  So, off to bed I had to go.

My dear mother in law drove up from the coast to wrestle Isabella help take care of the kids so that I could chill until the weekend when Mark would be home.  It really, REALLY helped to get off of my feet.  By Friday, my contractions had slowed and I didn’t feel so much like I had a vice grip around my abdomen every single time I took a step.

My incredible hubby really helped me to tie up some of the loose ends that were making me crazy because I was worried that they wouldn’t get done with this new turn of events.  We got her crib and bassinette set up and all of her bedding and clothes washed and ready to go.   I roasted a bunch of chickens, and Mark took all the meat off of them and assembled some of the freezer meals that I had in queue for them while I’m in the hospital, and after she’s born.  That was after he did all the grocery shopping.  Can I just pause here to tell you how much I love that man?  He is such a great guy.

This week, we’ve FINALLY gotten to the 9 month mark {36 weeks} and I couldn’t be happier!  I’m just chilling out until November 1st which is when I’m considered full term.  After that, she’s free to show up any time she’s ready.   Not much longer now!

Nesting, Nesting, 1-2-3

Well, we have been without internet since last Friday, so I am thumb typing this post from my phone.  If you hear an explosion, it will be Mark’s head if our internet provider doesn’t finally concede to the man who has 20 years of experience in the phone realm {that’d be Mark}.  They keep trying to send us a new modem, which they’ve done twice now, even though Mark vehemently insists that it’s the phone line which is the problem.   After an hour of arguing with them last night, they’ve finally decided to send a tech out to look at it,  so we shall see how this saga plays out.  I’m doing my best to stay blissfully in the background as Mark’s sounding board. :)  It’s not been all bad, though, because we’ve gotten a LOT done in the cleaning/prepping for baby department these last few days.

Mark had a golf tournament that he had to be a part of this past Saturday since it was sponsored by his company.  Initially, I wasn’t thrilled about him being gone again on a weekend  {the boys have been selling popcorn for Scouts which has eaten up our Saturdays for a month}, but he wound up bringing home a toaster/convection oven, a skil saw, a food dehydrator, AND a $75 Lowes gift certificate when it was all said and done!  The biggest happy for this nesting Mama, though,  is that he spent that gift certificate on a steam mop that I have been drooling over for awhile.  He is such a sweet husband for doing that –or maybe he just likes clean floors- whatever the case, I’m in housekeeping heaven!   This house doesn’t have a stitch of carpeting, save a few area rugs, and with a crawling baby who puts EVERY little piece of anything in her path in her mouth, it’s a good idea to have well vacuumed, and lo, even sanitized floors.  Now we are covered. ;)

Other than floors, we have been washing walls,  curtains, and baseboards;  and just giving this place a good, overall deep-cleaning before baby makes her arrival.  After I switch out the Summer/Winter clothes today, I will only be down to making some meals to freeze, washing all of her bedding and clothes, and setting up her bassinette and crib.  I’ll still need to pack our hospital bags, but I won’t mess with that until the end of the month.  Only a few more weeks!  I can hardly believe it!

Alright, I’d better go… my thumbs are getting sore and those clothes aren’t moving themselves. :)

Science Under the Sky

Yesterday I had my 33 week appointment at the OB and it went perfectly.  I walked in, did my weight check and immediately saw the Dr. because he was off to surgery.  I did request a prescription for the CRAZY heartburn that I can’t get ahold of this time.  I typically avoid all meds when I’m pregnant, but this stuff is fierce and keeping me awake at night, so I’m throwing in the towel.  I took Prevacid with Isa, but that stopped working awhile ago, so I’ve just been doing straight up baking soda (that should tell you of my desperation!) but even that isn’t giving me relief anymore.  So I’ve called in the big dogs.  I’m really hoping it works for these next few weeks.  The great news is that once I deliver, it’s usually gone immediately.

I gained 4 pounds which was a little shocking because I  had a touch of a tummy virus last week.  I was concerned because I’d actually lost weight at my last visit {still not sure how I pulled *that* off?} and the OB was none too pleased about it {believe me, I wasn’t trying}, so I was apprehensive that yet another weight loss might get me into some serious trouble.  Praise God, I managed to gain despite being sick, though!  We are measuring right on target, too.

On a completely different note, in the last 24 hours, I’ve heard from more than a handful of friends requesting prayer who are dealing with some tough, tough life situations.  I consider it an honor as there is great blessing in being able to grab my family and intercede on behalf of those that we love or those that we may never know this side of Heaven.  God is good and I thank Him for the privilege of raising prayer warriors.  When the Crew says we’re praying for you, please know that we are.  I value that time with my family above any other.

And just to be as random as possible with this post ;) I thought I’d include a pic that Jake snapped yesterday.  We’ve been grabbing a blanket to do some of our school outside for the last week and it has been wonderful.

Here is another one that I posted to FB last week:

I asked Andrew to go do some extra reading while I finished what I was doing, and this is what I found.

{Listen -and this is something that I’ve wanted to say for awhile- I know homeschooling isn’t for everyone, and I’m not suggesting, just because I post about it frequently, that you’re a wicked, evil, spawn of satan if you don’t.  What you choose to do with *your* family is 150% between you and the Lord.  I’m certainly not standing here giving anyone the stink eye over their choices or thinking we’re somehow “better” because of ours.  Homeschooling *is* what our family does, though, so of course I’m going to talk about it a lot on our blog.. just wanted to put that out there ;) }

I will say that these two pictures capture the reason that I love it so much.  I love that we can spend as much time as we need to first thing in the morning learning about God’s word and then to take our time to pray… each of us.  I love that I can be the one to teach my kids *how* to pray {Mark prays with them, too of course, but I’m talking about during school}.  I love that they can go and climb a tree while they are reading a nature magazine or that we can crack open the science curriculum right there under God’s beautiful sky.  I love watching them learn and retain and grow.

It’s not always easy, but as I’ve said before, nothing worth it ever is.  It is a privilege, it’s an honor, and it’s a calling.  It’s a battle, it’s hard work, and it’s sanctifying.   I’m so deeply grateful for all of those things because through all of it, *I’m* the one who’s learned the most.

Sharing the Cheesh

Wow, this has been one busy week!  I can’t even call out one thing that has made it more busy than usual, but it’s still been 90 to nothin’.  I started at least 2 posts and then ended up scrapping them because I saved them as a draft and then completely lost my train of thought.  Oops.  :) I have some random things floating around in my brain so I thought I’d just put them out here in no particular order since typing out a cohesive post is apparently not happening!

*We reached 32 weeks yesterday which officially means I’m 8 months pregnant.  I’m feeling it, too.  The insomina, wildfire heartburn, endless trips to the potty (sorry if that’s t.m.i., but it’s just the way it goes) ;)   Braxton Hicks contractions every 3 seconds… and on and on.  The thing that has baffled me most though, is that I seem to be revisiting some first trimester nausea each afternoon.  I’ve never done that before with any of my other pregnancies so I’m not exactly sure why we’re going there, but..well, I’m not a fan.  My feelings wouldn’t be hurt if that stopped today.

Other than that, Baby Girl seems to be getting on just fine.  She’s moving and kicking and developing just great in there, so I’ll take all the ailments in stride if it means getting her here safely and not too soon.  I felt her little bottom poke out right under my rib cage last night as I laid in bed in the wee hours, and I just patted it and thanked our gracious God for yet another little soul that we already love with every fiber of our beings.  I can’t wait to meet her when the time is right {wow, I’m so pregnant, because typing that just made me cry}. :D

I’m just so glad that God gave me this job.  I’ve always heard the worldly advice in regard to a career to “find what fulfills you and then do that”.  Well, I have.  It’s hard sometimes, but anything worth it is going to be, and what better thing to pour my life into than my children and my husband.  They {Lord willing} will most likely be the ones that will always be in my life as others come and go, and I don’t want them to remember me as always having something more important to do.  All of everything else will be gone one day, but when I’m 90 years old and about to breathe my last, I want to know that these people had the best of me.

*I’ve been reading a book recently that has been one of those where you just want to highlight every other sentence because it’s SOOOO chock-full of truth.  In other words, I simply cannot recommend this book enough.  It’s called The Freedom of Self Forgetfulness by Tim Keller and it. is. golden.  I wish every single Christian who has been raised in this self-esteem driven culture {and I daresay that’s all of us} would read this thing.  It’s short -only like 50 pages in the paperback edition-, but it is directly to the point, and I really like that.  Here is just one little snippet:

“True gospel-humility means an ego that is not puffed up but filled up.  This is totally unique.  Are we talking about high self-esteem?  No.  So is it low self-esteem?  Certainly not.  It is not about self-esteem.  Paul simply refuses to play that game.  He says ‘I don’t care about your opinion but, I don’t care that much about my opinion either’ – and that is the secret.

A truly gospel-humble person is not a self-hating person or a self-loving person, but a gospel-humble person.  The truly gospel-humble person is a self-forgetful person whose ego is just like his or her toes.  It just works.  It does not draw attention to itself.  The toes just work; the ego just works.  Neither draws attention to itself.”

The great thing is that it’s only $.99 if you get the Kindle edition which can be downloaded to any old PC if you don’t have a Kindle.  It is WELL worth the download.  I have been reading and pondering this all week and I’m grateful for how God has used it.  Please realize I don’t get one red cent or chocolate cake or anything for linking up to this.  I just genuinely  think it’s something to pass along.

*Isa has been saying “cheese”, which really sounds more like “cheesh” every time I have my phone in her sight.  It’s all my fault since I’ve been snapping her picture constantly since she’s been born, and I usually tell her to say that.  It’s so funny and I seriously can’t resist snapping away when I have so willing a subject {especially when I have teenagers that might poison my Wheaties if I don’t “quit with all the pictures”}.  Anyway, I will leave you with one that I snapped at some point this week while we were snuggling on the couch.  Ignore the lighting and the pregnant nose. :D

Hope you’re having a great week,

Ultrasound Pics!

There are a few milestones in pregnancy that I always look forward to, and ultrasounds are always at the tippy-top of my list.  It is standard practice with my doctor to get a third trimester peek at the baby just to make sure there aren’t any weird surprises before delivery.  It’s also recommended  because I’m considered Advanced Maternal Age {makes me sound like I’m 70 or something!} and because, after Isabella, I graduated to Grand Multipara which means that I’ve given birth at least 5 times {and, to most people, makes me sound like I’m 70 AND crazy… ~hee-hee~}.  ;)

Anyway… here is our sweet girl:

She is sucking her little thumb in this picture.  She did that almost the entire time we were doing the ultrasound which I thought was absolutely the cutest!  She had the hiccups and was practicing her breathing, too.  Everything looked great.  She is measuring right on target although they expect her to be petite just like Isabella was.  I’m hoping she’ll be just a little bigger at birth than Isa, though, because she was soooo teeny.

We got a few 4D pics, but because of her penchant for her thumb, we had a hard time getting her without her hand on her face.. hee-hee!  These are a little blurry because it is a picture of a picture.

That is her hand over her eye on the left, and the stuff on the right is just where she is all tucked in there behind uterine tissue.  Can you make it out?  These things start to look 1,000 kinds of crazy if you stare at it too long.

Here is another one where she wouldn’t move her hand, and it cracked all of us up because she looks a little like she’s picking her nose.  Julianna was with me and she laughed her head off and could NOT wait to get home to show her brothers.  You can see how she was trying to get that thumb back into her mouth, though.

That one above is really blurry and kind of hard to make out {plus, she looks kinda squished in it}, but this next one is my favorite.  Her hands were down and you can make out her little eye so well!

I just love, love, love getting to see these 4D pics!  I never got to do that with my first four, so this has been such a fun experience these last two times.

I really need to get off of here and go and help someone with a science lesson, but I just wanted to add my heartfelt gratitude to all of you who have prayed with me over the things I shared in my last post.  It truly means so much to me.  “The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much“  James 5:16

We Call Her “Isa-Squeal-A”

This is off topic for what this post is really about (which is just my inability to hem up the baby for school), but I wanted to say that my site was down for much of Monday because someone hacked GoDaddy. I can’t wait for my contract to be up with them next month, honestly. It’s not so much because of the outage as that’s never been an issue before, but because I really can’t stand their commercials and what they promote. It sickens me, actually.

When I started this blog a couple of years ago, they were the cheapest option that I knew of. I wanted to have the flexibility of my own site, yet I didn’t want to spend a lot of $$ since I am not a paid one red cent for this gig. :D It’s just me telling YOU about us. I really love to record our family’s life, and have done it for years on my other blog. But then I quit, and now I look back on the Dark Ages of The Westie Crew and I’m sad. My memory is the last thing for us to rely on, so writing it down is the only way to ensure remembrance. Anyway, rabbit chasing aside, if you didn’t catch that last post about some really great Pinterest recipes that I tried and we loved, you can go here.

Now… for this little turkey:

As you can plainly see, she is busy reaching new milestones. She just recently discovered that pulling up on everything is a great way to get a new vantage point on life. This picture was taken during school yesterday. I had her on my lap, but then she squirmed and squealed so much that I plunked her on the table. This is how that worked for us:

Hahahahaha!!  That’s how she wound up in the pack-n-play, but then she knew she had an audience and squealed and laughed the WHOLE time.  It’s tough to teach about true, Godly repentance when everyone is laughing their heads off at the baby.  She is 90 to nothing these days. :D

Today marks my 30th week of pregnancy with her sister, and while I’m so ready to be done with pregnancy, I’m simultaneously terrified of having a newborn and “Isa-squeal-a” to wrestle while attempting to educate the others.  I’m not naive enough to think it’ll be easy ~guffaw~, but at least I know we’ll be able to laugh and that God’s grace will be all over it.


27 Weeks! (and a great find)

Yesterday, I went to my OB appointment and other than having to wrestle little miss Isabella, and drink that grody stuff for my glucose test, it went very well!  I was shocked to find out that I am already at the point of having to be seen every 2 weeks!  I can’t believe next week will be the start of my 3rd trimester.  Even I will say that it seemed to arrive fast.

I don’t think I’ve taken one single pic of my pregnant belly this time, so I grabbed Jake and had him take a shot of “us” this morning:

In other news, I am always amazed at how many new and wonderful things that have come out since I started having babies.  When I first saw these, I remember thinking “wow, that’s kinda cool”.  Boy was that an understatement.  Isabella is teething her head off right now (she cut 3 on the top all at once last week), so I went and bought a pack.  I tried some frozen banana in it to help soothe her gums and she L-O-V-E-D it.

It is such a perfect way for them to get good, unprocessed food without the risk of choking because of the handy-dandy mesh.  Someone was a genius when they created these!  Now, every morning as part of her breakfast, I give her a piece of fruit (blueberries were the fare this morning) along with yogurt or something else and she gnaws to her heart’s content and I know that she’s getting nutritious, vitamin-loaded food in that little tummy.  Peach slices are her absolute favorite, and I’m about to try some avocado, too.

On a side note, that picture makes me laugh my head off because of how her little fuzzy hair is sticking STRAIGHT up in the back.  She’s in the “growing it out phase” as we women like to call it…. haha!!  It has really started to grow like crazy lately, but there’s not enough weight to it to keep it down, so straight up it is until it gets a little more length.  SO funny!!

Alrighty, I’ve got to get the Crew some lunch.  Happy Thursday!