^The two things I've eaten most recently. Quite delicious (and I didn't have a name for this post. So it worked out).
This morning I dragged myself out of bed at 7:30 to go to a NST (Non-Stress Test) at St. Mary's Hospital. Baby is active and healthy...which I could've told them without having been strapped to a bed for 40 minutes, considering the fact that Baby is dedicated to kicking me with chutzpah whenever possible. She's active? No kidding!
I'm actually okay with her kicking me. I just wish she'd come out and do it from the outside. Like, seriously Baby...at least be willing to assault me to my FACE. 0_o
Nothing really interesting is happening, so I'm not sure why I'm even writing a blog.
I'm just watching So You Think You Can Dance, doing laundry, and washing the dishes...which sounds impressive, until you consider that I have a laundry machine AND dish washing machine doing the work for me. *wink wink*
That's all, folks! Happy Wednesday. :)
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Marinating and acceptance
The month of July this year was a like a bad movie. It started off well...then got worse and worse...and I kept hoping it would get better and end soon...
And now there's only two days left and all I can think is "I want my money back!"
The flood of emotions one feels in their last weeks of pregnancy is incredible!
Let me give you something to compare it to...remember being a teenager? Remember how your mood could change drastically within minutes?
Yeah. It's like that. One minute I'm crying, the next minute, I'm laughing...I'm morose and pensive on my way to the car, and by the time I sit down, I'm noticing how wonderful the weather is and how blessed I am.
But I have to say...since my "second" due date last Saturday, things have started to calm down a bit.
Oh, I still have moments when I want to shout "WHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY!!!????" at the sky, but mostly I'm noticing a mellowing in my mind.
Here's the truth: some babies take longer.
THIS baby is taking longer.
For whatever reason, my little girl needs more time marinating before she's ready to pop out - and thankfully, there is a good deal of evidence that babies born later rather than earlier are calmer, more likely to sleep through the night, and even might be smarter! ;)
Not that my baby could ever get smarter...she's perfect. Andrew will tell you - she doesn't even poop.
But my fears about going overdue are starting to dissipate now. There WILL be back-up for me as the pianist for my brother-in-law's wedding. I WILL have enough time to bond with my baby before school starts. I WILL be able to enjoy the rest of the summer.
And we have an adorable little house to bring our little girl home to! What a huge blessing that is. I'm very grateful.
So even though I can't say I love being overdue...I'm starting to experience the peace that comes with acceptance. It's really okay. These things happen. And I'll survive, and Andrew will survive...and everyone waiting for the news will survive...
And someday "that blog post" will be written. ;)
And now there's only two days left and all I can think is "I want my money back!"
The flood of emotions one feels in their last weeks of pregnancy is incredible!
Let me give you something to compare it to...remember being a teenager? Remember how your mood could change drastically within minutes?
Yeah. It's like that. One minute I'm crying, the next minute, I'm laughing...I'm morose and pensive on my way to the car, and by the time I sit down, I'm noticing how wonderful the weather is and how blessed I am.
But I have to say...since my "second" due date last Saturday, things have started to calm down a bit.
Oh, I still have moments when I want to shout "WHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY!!!????" at the sky, but mostly I'm noticing a mellowing in my mind.
Here's the truth: some babies take longer.
THIS baby is taking longer.
For whatever reason, my little girl needs more time marinating before she's ready to pop out - and thankfully, there is a good deal of evidence that babies born later rather than earlier are calmer, more likely to sleep through the night, and even might be smarter! ;)
Not that my baby could ever get smarter...she's perfect. Andrew will tell you - she doesn't even poop.
But my fears about going overdue are starting to dissipate now. There WILL be back-up for me as the pianist for my brother-in-law's wedding. I WILL have enough time to bond with my baby before school starts. I WILL be able to enjoy the rest of the summer.
And we have an adorable little house to bring our little girl home to! What a huge blessing that is. I'm very grateful.
So even though I can't say I love being overdue...I'm starting to experience the peace that comes with acceptance. It's really okay. These things happen. And I'll survive, and Andrew will survive...and everyone waiting for the news will survive...
And someday "that blog post" will be written. ;)
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Going, going...gon- oh. Nope, still here.
Well, yesterday morning I took castor oil in a last ditch effort to kick start labor.
I cleaned the house and went for a couple walks, and around 2:30 I noticed that I was getting regular contractions. I timed them and they were coming about 3 min apart and lasted 30-45 seconds. I called my doctor's office after about an hour and they said I should go to labor and delivery to get checked out.
I waited until Andrew got home, we packed up our stuff, and took off to the hospital.
I left all the bags and such inside the car, since I wasn't optimistic about our chances of staying - my contractions were regular, but not very painful, and I could easily speak and walk through them.
Sure enough, I was only dilated to 1 cm, and stayed that way after another hour of contractions.
So home we went.
After 7 hours of contractions (some of which were pretty powerful and very uncomfortable!), I went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately (Andrew said I was snoring within two minutes, lol).
This morning I woke up with nothing.
One of these days I will write a blog about my birth story...just not today, evidently.
I can't face people at this point. I can't even walk through a grocery store without someone saying "Oh, you look ready to pop!". I feel like I am disappointing my friends and family by not having this kid NOW...although I know that everyone is completely supportive of me and wouldn't want me to feel that way.
It's just that the waiting is wearing away at me!
It's hard not to get impatient with God, too...I've asked and begged Him to let our baby come for weeks now, and many times I've thought, "how hard would it be for God to let me go into labor? He could do that with the snap of his fingers. So why isn't He?"
But who am I to question God's timing? I know that He hold the universe in his hand and knows the timing of all events, large and small. He's got it handled and I have to just let go and trust Him. When it's time, it's time.
He's been so good to us, and I know He will provide.
Today I'm just going to keep on going. That's all I can do.
I cleaned the house and went for a couple walks, and around 2:30 I noticed that I was getting regular contractions. I timed them and they were coming about 3 min apart and lasted 30-45 seconds. I called my doctor's office after about an hour and they said I should go to labor and delivery to get checked out.
I waited until Andrew got home, we packed up our stuff, and took off to the hospital.
I left all the bags and such inside the car, since I wasn't optimistic about our chances of staying - my contractions were regular, but not very painful, and I could easily speak and walk through them.
Sure enough, I was only dilated to 1 cm, and stayed that way after another hour of contractions.
So home we went.
After 7 hours of contractions (some of which were pretty powerful and very uncomfortable!), I went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately (Andrew said I was snoring within two minutes, lol).
This morning I woke up with nothing.
One of these days I will write a blog about my birth story...just not today, evidently.
I can't face people at this point. I can't even walk through a grocery store without someone saying "Oh, you look ready to pop!". I feel like I am disappointing my friends and family by not having this kid NOW...although I know that everyone is completely supportive of me and wouldn't want me to feel that way.
It's just that the waiting is wearing away at me!
It's hard not to get impatient with God, too...I've asked and begged Him to let our baby come for weeks now, and many times I've thought, "how hard would it be for God to let me go into labor? He could do that with the snap of his fingers. So why isn't He?"
But who am I to question God's timing? I know that He hold the universe in his hand and knows the timing of all events, large and small. He's got it handled and I have to just let go and trust Him. When it's time, it's time.
He's been so good to us, and I know He will provide.
Today I'm just going to keep on going. That's all I can do.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Midnight Adventures with Kitty
Last night was Kitty's first night out in the new neighborhood.
She's ventured out a few times during the day, but not at night...until she snuck out last night while Andrew was taking something outside.
So we let her be.
Around midnight last night I heard a cat hiss and holler outside my window, so I woke up Andrew and we went out with a flashlight to see what trouble our little girl had gotten her self into.
Andrew found Kitty...in a tree, with the neighbor cat at the bottom, looking up.
In a tree!
So I grabbed a step stool, and Andrew attempted to get Kitty down...at which point the little stinker batted at his hands and climbed up higher!
Andrew growled, "Well, stay in the tree then!" and stalked back inside, considerably more grumpy than he had been earlier.
Kitty licked her paw, to show she didn't care.
As I looked up at Kitty, with her twitching tail and demurely raised paw, our eyes met -- and a certain feline understanding was conveyed to me...
She didn't want to come down. She felt powerful up there. Go back to bed, you're ruining the game.
Well, then.
Thus went Kitty's first night out. Somehow she managed to get out of that tree last night...and no wonder! I've never seen a cat skeleton in a tree.
She's ventured out a few times during the day, but not at night...until she snuck out last night while Andrew was taking something outside.
So we let her be.
Around midnight last night I heard a cat hiss and holler outside my window, so I woke up Andrew and we went out with a flashlight to see what trouble our little girl had gotten her self into.
Andrew found Kitty...in a tree, with the neighbor cat at the bottom, looking up.
In a tree!
So I grabbed a step stool, and Andrew attempted to get Kitty down...at which point the little stinker batted at his hands and climbed up higher!
Andrew growled, "Well, stay in the tree then!" and stalked back inside, considerably more grumpy than he had been earlier.
Kitty licked her paw, to show she didn't care.
As I looked up at Kitty, with her twitching tail and demurely raised paw, our eyes met -- and a certain feline understanding was conveyed to me...
She didn't want to come down. She felt powerful up there. Go back to bed, you're ruining the game.
Well, then.
Thus went Kitty's first night out. Somehow she managed to get out of that tree last night...and no wonder! I've never seen a cat skeleton in a tree.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
So entirely productive today!!!! Sort of...
Today I:
- did a load of laundry
- Sanded, painted, and hung up a new mirror in our living room
- made red-skin potato salad, corn on the cob, and grilled chicken for dinner
- sanded the rest of that rocking chair for Baby's room
- picked up a desk at a thrift store for Andrew's computer
- Organized the laundry room
- Read a book
- vacuumed the floors
And it's only 2:30!
...And it's all a lie!
Does thinking about being productive sort of count towards being productive?
If I make Andrew do all the above things when he gets home, do I still get some credit?
OR, if I write a weblog about all the things my brain thought about doing today, does that count?
- did a load of laundry
- Sanded, painted, and hung up a new mirror in our living room
- made red-skin potato salad, corn on the cob, and grilled chicken for dinner
- sanded the rest of that rocking chair for Baby's room
- picked up a desk at a thrift store for Andrew's computer
- Organized the laundry room
- Read a book
- vacuumed the floors
And it's only 2:30!
...And it's all a lie!
Does thinking about being productive sort of count towards being productive?
If I make Andrew do all the above things when he gets home, do I still get some credit?
OR, if I write a weblog about all the things my brain thought about doing today, does that count?
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Home again, home again, jiggity jig jig
Well.
We've officially been HERE (at our new home) for a week now.
It was a hot, humid week - which made moving boxes and wiping down walls that much more enjoyable.
But thanks to the helping hands of many dear friends, we have settled in, at least as much as we currently can.
Our first project is Baby's room...which involves some drywall, lots of sanding, and lots of paint. It's going to be SO cute when it's done, though!
Once that is done, we can move on to new rooms and new projects - and I saw "we" loosely, since I know Andrew will be doing most of the renovating and I'll be doing most of the baby-carrying/nursing/changing/washing. :)
Now that my due date is past, I'm starting to resign my hopes for the baby to "come any minute". For two weeks now, I've wondered, "could today be the day?"...and sadly, hope deferred truly makes the heart grow sick.
In my head, I know Baby will make her appearance eventually, and that all will be well...but living under the expectation for weeks on end is tiring and frankly, depressing. Every day that she's not here is a day that I won't be able to spend with her this summer...and although I try to banish that thought from my mind, it keeps creeping back.
My love for my job and my desire to teach is dampened by the fact that I'll be away from my little one...even though it's only 2+ days a week. I just have to remind myself that it's only part time, and that she'll be in very good hands while I'm gone.
I am hibernating a bit. Why, you ask? Well, yesterday when I went for a walk, I heard a lady across the street exclaim, "Dang, she's ready to pop!"
That's why.
One can only take so many comments to the effect of "You're so huge!" or "When's that baby coming?".
And now I stop, think about all the ways that I am blessed, and feel bad for this slightly morose blog. I do have MANY things to be grateful for, and I now make it my goal to "switch" my thought processes, starting now.
I am thankful for:
Andrew
Baby
Kitty
My family
This new home
Good jobs
A great church family
Air conditioning (!)
A soft bed to sleep on
Food in the refrigerator
God's provision for us
Ice cream
Good books
A library near by
The color green
Arts and crafts
Good deals
Swings
Hot water for showers
Running water (can you imagine getting up at night and going out to the outhouse!?!?!)
Music
And the list goes on...
:)
We've officially been HERE (at our new home) for a week now.
It was a hot, humid week - which made moving boxes and wiping down walls that much more enjoyable.
But thanks to the helping hands of many dear friends, we have settled in, at least as much as we currently can.
Our first project is Baby's room...which involves some drywall, lots of sanding, and lots of paint. It's going to be SO cute when it's done, though!
Once that is done, we can move on to new rooms and new projects - and I saw "we" loosely, since I know Andrew will be doing most of the renovating and I'll be doing most of the baby-carrying/nursing/changing/washing. :)
Now that my due date is past, I'm starting to resign my hopes for the baby to "come any minute". For two weeks now, I've wondered, "could today be the day?"...and sadly, hope deferred truly makes the heart grow sick.
In my head, I know Baby will make her appearance eventually, and that all will be well...but living under the expectation for weeks on end is tiring and frankly, depressing. Every day that she's not here is a day that I won't be able to spend with her this summer...and although I try to banish that thought from my mind, it keeps creeping back.
My love for my job and my desire to teach is dampened by the fact that I'll be away from my little one...even though it's only 2+ days a week. I just have to remind myself that it's only part time, and that she'll be in very good hands while I'm gone.
I am hibernating a bit. Why, you ask? Well, yesterday when I went for a walk, I heard a lady across the street exclaim, "Dang, she's ready to pop!"
That's why.
One can only take so many comments to the effect of "You're so huge!" or "When's that baby coming?".
And now I stop, think about all the ways that I am blessed, and feel bad for this slightly morose blog. I do have MANY things to be grateful for, and I now make it my goal to "switch" my thought processes, starting now.
I am thankful for:
Andrew
Baby
Kitty
My family
This new home
Good jobs
A great church family
Air conditioning (!)
A soft bed to sleep on
Food in the refrigerator
God's provision for us
Ice cream
Good books
A library near by
The color green
Arts and crafts
Good deals
Swings
Hot water for showers
Running water (can you imagine getting up at night and going out to the outhouse!?!?!)
Music
And the list goes on...
:)
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Caution
Don't eat pizza.
Or. Do eat pizza...because who can resist those saucy little triangles? Certainly not me!
Just understand that you will be up at 2 am having endured some pretty funky pregnant dreams.
And you'll be thirsty...oh, you will be so thirsty.
(That was a note to self. But I hardly ever listen to myself.)
Here I sit on this spherical bouncy chair, looking frequently down at the floor for the that nasty earwig I saw a couple seconds ago. Squiggle away, you morbid little creature. No one likes you. I don't want you in my house, but I'm too much of a wuss to kill you.
So we will cohabitate peacefully...for now. Tomorrow morning my husband will find and end you.
Yesterday we found out that our baby girl is still a baby girl. It's good to know that I won't have to re-paint those cute pink dresser drawers, or begin a frantic search for boy clothes. Hopefully she stays a baby girl from now until birth. And afterwards also.
We also discovered that she has pouty lips. And a slight frown...which may have been due to the ultrasound technician's prodding and poking, which she obviously objected to.
Nope, that's the pizza.
Those yummy morsels, eager to exact sleepless revenge on all who gleefully partake.
Okay, okay. I'm done waxing eloquent. Tomorrow morning I'll undoubtedly look back on all this and wonder why I let myself
1. write anything at such a late hour, and
2. push the "publish" button.
G'night everyone.
Or. Do eat pizza...because who can resist those saucy little triangles? Certainly not me!
Just understand that you will be up at 2 am having endured some pretty funky pregnant dreams.
And you'll be thirsty...oh, you will be so thirsty.
(That was a note to self. But I hardly ever listen to myself.)
Here I sit on this spherical bouncy chair, looking frequently down at the floor for the that nasty earwig I saw a couple seconds ago. Squiggle away, you morbid little creature. No one likes you. I don't want you in my house, but I'm too much of a wuss to kill you.
So we will cohabitate peacefully...for now. Tomorrow morning my husband will find and end you.
Yesterday we found out that our baby girl is still a baby girl. It's good to know that I won't have to re-paint those cute pink dresser drawers, or begin a frantic search for boy clothes. Hopefully she stays a baby girl from now until birth. And afterwards also.
We also discovered that she has pouty lips. And a slight frown...which may have been due to the ultrasound technician's prodding and poking, which she obviously objected to.
"To which she obviously objected," says the grammatically correct portion of my brain, which is surprisingly awake, although groggy.
There was one picture of her looking straight at the ultrasound wand with her eyes open, which is a little creepy. Possibly responsible for me not being able to sleep tonight.Nope, that's the pizza.
Those yummy morsels, eager to exact sleepless revenge on all who gleefully partake.
Okay, okay. I'm done waxing eloquent. Tomorrow morning I'll undoubtedly look back on all this and wonder why I let myself
1. write anything at such a late hour, and
2. push the "publish" button.
G'night everyone.
Drop it like it's hot...
The baby, that is...
Yesterday at my appointment, Doc measured me at 2 cms smaller than what I had been last week. Shrinking baby? No...probably not. She thinks it's because the baby has dropped lower into my pelvis. That would make sense, seeing as Baby hasn't been doing the acrobatics that she's become known for lately. More just little jabs in my side.
Plus I've been having quite a few Braxton Hicks contractions, which might have pushed her down a bit.
But to be on the safe side, they scheduled an ultrasound for me tomorrow, to make sure I'm not low on amniotic fluid...in which case they'd want to induce me.
I really don't want to be induced, as I've heard it's much more painful than naturally beginning labor.
I've also been having mild cramping and a bit of nausea lately...good signs, I think, that things are progressing! I haven't been walking much lately (since I have to pee every 10 minutes, it feels like!), but tomorrow I plan on doing quite a few 10 minute walks all day long to see if I can get things to progress a little more. I decided that instead of getting discouraged every time I wake up not having gone into labor the night before, I'm just going to see every minute of my life right now as THE LABOR.
It's a process, right? Even if I'm not screaming mean things at my husband and actively pushing a baby out. ;)
Happy birthday to mi madre, who is 50 today! She honestly doesn't look a day past 40. I hope I get those genes...yup, I probably do have those genes. *remembering the many instances of incredulous strangers questioning the appropriateness of me doing things like...get married, and drink mixed beverages, and have a child*
Well, it's 4 am now...I've had my almond butter and jelly sandwich (no cereal! That was a low blow...), and my cup of water, which will only turn around and make me pee numerous times the short remainder of this night. Bladders. Am I right?
The crickets and I wish you a goodnight. :)
Yesterday at my appointment, Doc measured me at 2 cms smaller than what I had been last week. Shrinking baby? No...probably not. She thinks it's because the baby has dropped lower into my pelvis. That would make sense, seeing as Baby hasn't been doing the acrobatics that she's become known for lately. More just little jabs in my side.
Plus I've been having quite a few Braxton Hicks contractions, which might have pushed her down a bit.
But to be on the safe side, they scheduled an ultrasound for me tomorrow, to make sure I'm not low on amniotic fluid...in which case they'd want to induce me.
I really don't want to be induced, as I've heard it's much more painful than naturally beginning labor.
I've also been having mild cramping and a bit of nausea lately...good signs, I think, that things are progressing! I haven't been walking much lately (since I have to pee every 10 minutes, it feels like!), but tomorrow I plan on doing quite a few 10 minute walks all day long to see if I can get things to progress a little more. I decided that instead of getting discouraged every time I wake up not having gone into labor the night before, I'm just going to see every minute of my life right now as THE LABOR.
It's a process, right? Even if I'm not screaming mean things at my husband and actively pushing a baby out. ;)
Happy birthday to mi madre, who is 50 today! She honestly doesn't look a day past 40. I hope I get those genes...yup, I probably do have those genes. *remembering the many instances of incredulous strangers questioning the appropriateness of me doing things like...get married, and drink mixed beverages, and have a child*
Well, it's 4 am now...I've had my almond butter and jelly sandwich (no cereal! That was a low blow...), and my cup of water, which will only turn around and make me pee numerous times the short remainder of this night. Bladders. Am I right?
The crickets and I wish you a goodnight. :)
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Well, despite the new moon last night, I am still "with child".
Maybe tonight? We're supposed to have severe thunderstorms...:D
Maybe tonight? We're supposed to have severe thunderstorms...:D
Or maybe I should just be patient.
(EASIER SAID THAN DONE!)
(EASIER SAID THAN DONE!)
The other day, whilst Andrew and I looked at mattresses at Art Van, one of the sales reps said,
"You are both small people, so..."
I almost threw my arms around him and cried for joy.
On the other hand...
On the other hand...
Maybe he was talking to Andrew and Baby...0_o
Today I have a doctor's appointment. And I will have to firmly state my decision to NOT get the dTaP vaccine.
I've struggled with this, honestly. I want to do the right thing, but I just cannot see how injecting those foreign chemicals and materials into my blood stream could possibly be beneficial to my child! I have a HUGE respect for medicine and science and I'm not saying that vaccines have not been life savers in the past. But I have also read how vaccines have caused all sorts of horrid side effects that I do not want to risk.
I hope I've made the right decision.
I've struggled with this, honestly. I want to do the right thing, but I just cannot see how injecting those foreign chemicals and materials into my blood stream could possibly be beneficial to my child! I have a HUGE respect for medicine and science and I'm not saying that vaccines have not been life savers in the past. But I have also read how vaccines have caused all sorts of horrid side effects that I do not want to risk.
I hope I've made the right decision.
t-minus 4 days until move...
Have a blessed day!
~Briana
~Briana
Monday, July 8, 2013
Monday, Monday, Monday...
Well, good morning!
The nice thing about typing rather than speaking, is that you can sound as perky as you want when no one can see your face or hear your voice.
Sleeping has always been something I've enjoyed...and yet lately it's been downright exhausting! My hips hurt SO bad...a pain only mildly helped by two pillows between my knees. Often I just get up in the middle of the night to sit on my exercise ball, as it helps the pain go away for a while.
My arms and hands also fall asleep regularly, now...so I wake up with pain in my hand joints from having kept them in awkward positions with no blood flow.
Have I mentioned being pregnant is WEIRD? I'm 38 weeks now...
Today Andrew wants to start packing things up to move, since we just have this week left. We've gotten a small start already...with things like books and bathroom supplies. But today I think we'll be packing all of our clothes except for ones we'll use this week, along with pantry items. It's weird to think that we won't be living here much longer! I actually feel kind of sad. I remember the first time we walked through this place...we looked at each other, both thinking "it's PERFECT!". And it was! This renting arrangement came about in a way that only God could've orchestrated and we've really loved it here.
And yet life changes...and now we get to start a new adventure, as home owners...
Just saying that makes me want to scour pinterest for decorating ideas. :)
So what are my plans for today?
Well...that's a good question. Honestly, I don't want to do anything except read and eat, and maybe swim. ;)
But we're out of milk, bread, coffee, and toilet paper...so grocery shopping must happen.
And we're moving soon, so at least SOME cleaning must happen.
And I really need to set aside some time to plan for next year, teaching-wise.
I stopped in my music room yesterday for the first time since school got out. It's currently being used as a storage area while the school is cleaned, so it's not the best time to decorate. Oh well.
But I did get a rush of new inspiration and excitement for the new year...and with it, a bit of an overwhelmed feeling. I have some learning to do this year in terms of juggling responsibilities!
Thank the Lord I have such a supporting family and church family to lean on! Especially my Mom...she's taking the little lumpkin 2 days a week while I teach...what a huge relief to me to know that my kiddo will be in the BEST hands possible!
Alright...as always, I should go make myself look presentable (something that has really slipped through the cracks lately in terms of priorities).
Toodles! <another thing I never actually say...
~Briana
The nice thing about typing rather than speaking, is that you can sound as perky as you want when no one can see your face or hear your voice.
Sleeping has always been something I've enjoyed...and yet lately it's been downright exhausting! My hips hurt SO bad...a pain only mildly helped by two pillows between my knees. Often I just get up in the middle of the night to sit on my exercise ball, as it helps the pain go away for a while.
My arms and hands also fall asleep regularly, now...so I wake up with pain in my hand joints from having kept them in awkward positions with no blood flow.
Have I mentioned being pregnant is WEIRD? I'm 38 weeks now...
Today Andrew wants to start packing things up to move, since we just have this week left. We've gotten a small start already...with things like books and bathroom supplies. But today I think we'll be packing all of our clothes except for ones we'll use this week, along with pantry items. It's weird to think that we won't be living here much longer! I actually feel kind of sad. I remember the first time we walked through this place...we looked at each other, both thinking "it's PERFECT!". And it was! This renting arrangement came about in a way that only God could've orchestrated and we've really loved it here.
And yet life changes...and now we get to start a new adventure, as home owners...
Just saying that makes me want to scour pinterest for decorating ideas. :)
So what are my plans for today?
Well...that's a good question. Honestly, I don't want to do anything except read and eat, and maybe swim. ;)
But we're out of milk, bread, coffee, and toilet paper...so grocery shopping must happen.
And we're moving soon, so at least SOME cleaning must happen.
And I really need to set aside some time to plan for next year, teaching-wise.
I stopped in my music room yesterday for the first time since school got out. It's currently being used as a storage area while the school is cleaned, so it's not the best time to decorate. Oh well.
But I did get a rush of new inspiration and excitement for the new year...and with it, a bit of an overwhelmed feeling. I have some learning to do this year in terms of juggling responsibilities!
Thank the Lord I have such a supporting family and church family to lean on! Especially my Mom...she's taking the little lumpkin 2 days a week while I teach...what a huge relief to me to know that my kiddo will be in the BEST hands possible!
Alright...as always, I should go make myself look presentable (something that has really slipped through the cracks lately in terms of priorities).
Toodles! <another thing I never actually say...
~Briana
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Too hot.
It's days like this that I get really mad at Adam and Eve for making us wear clothes.
Pregnant women shouldn't have to wear clothing.
I can't even finish this blog, because the laptop is making my legs hot.
Friday, July 5, 2013
What a life
Today I got a massage for the first time in my life. One hour. Full body.
Complete bliss.
I found a Living Social deal that was hard to pass up...and my thought was, "If there ever was a time to get a massage, it'd be now."
So I reserved a time and went to get a massage.
I told her, "If you know any tricks or pressure points to get labor started, go for it."
The lady who did my massage was fantastic...I just closed my eyes and rested while she found all of my sore and tense muscles and worked some sense into them.
The good news is that I get to go again on Tuesday...the deal was TWO hours of massage therapy.
Andrew laughed at me yesterday and said (with just the EENSIEST bit of sarcasm) that he was glad I was enjoying my pedicures, massages and swim sessions. ;)
So today I texted him:
Complete bliss.
I found a Living Social deal that was hard to pass up...and my thought was, "If there ever was a time to get a massage, it'd be now."
So I reserved a time and went to get a massage.
I told her, "If you know any tricks or pressure points to get labor started, go for it."
The lady who did my massage was fantastic...I just closed my eyes and rested while she found all of my sore and tense muscles and worked some sense into them.
The good news is that I get to go again on Tuesday...the deal was TWO hours of massage therapy.
Andrew laughed at me yesterday and said (with just the EENSIEST bit of sarcasm) that he was glad I was enjoying my pedicures, massages and swim sessions. ;)
So today I texted him:
I just had a fabulous massage, and now I'm going swimming. How's your day going? ;)
Hehe...:)
I don't feel the least bit guilty, though. When you're 9 months pregnant you tend to not feel guilty about things. Like chocolate. And trips to the spa. :)
In other news, our move-in day is in t-minus 7 days. Next week Saturday we will finally be home-owners-who-live-in-their-home. Even if that means sleeping on a mattress in the living room and eating cold pizza on a cardboard box (evidently my parents did that that last one on their first night in their home).
In other news, our move-in day is in t-minus 7 days. Next week Saturday we will finally be home-owners-who-live-in-their-home. Even if that means sleeping on a mattress in the living room and eating cold pizza on a cardboard box (evidently my parents did that that last one on their first night in their home).
Now I'm going to make a decent meal for Andrew. Evidently my guiltlessness doesn't extend to take-out today. ;)
Have a great weekend!
~Bri
~Bri
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Good morni...oh. The baby STILL hasn't come out?
I just want to clarify...these things do come out, right?
I'm not going to be like this forever...right?
It's a little early for me to be complaining about the baby not coming out. After all, the doc has my due date at July 27 (although I have my due date at July 20, since BOTH ultrasound techs confirmed that it should be so, and some after-the-fact figuring made that date seem more likely. And I'm measuring a week ahead).
So technically I'm only 37 weeks along, and I have no right to whine.
But seriously...I'm sick of being pregnant.
Moment of painful truth: I've gained 50 pounds this pregnancy.
I would almost feel better if I knew I had pigged out on bon bons and big macs these past few months, but the truth is, the weight came out of NO WHERE. I've been eating essentially the same amounts as I had been eating pre-prego...and yet...and yet.
I also never exercised this much before I was pregnant. Hour long walks 3 or 4 times a week? Swimming laps? Psh...that never happened before, but I've been pretty darn good at keeping active, especially since my nausea went away.
Mom says, "It will drop off. Don't worry."
Well, I certainly hope so! I intend on bringing baby on a ton of long walks and eating ridiculous amounts of salad until I get back to my previous weight. This whole blow-up-like-a-balloon thing isn't good on the self-esteem.
Enough about that.
Happy 4th of July!
And also, happy laundry day...because that is what I'll be doing at my parents. That, and possibly jumping on the trampoline.
One thing I'm looking forward to- REALLY looking forward to, is having my own washing machine and dryer at the new house. For the past 4 years we've been either dragging our soiled linens to the local laundry-mat, or to my parent's house. My parents have been very kind and haven't charged us a water bill...remind me to make them dinner or something.
But my OWN washing machine and dryer!? Modern technology at its finest. Now, instead of waiting until we are completely out of towels and clean underwear, we can wash as we go! Just by jogging downstairs!
Seriously...I might have bought this house just for the front loader LG washing machine and dryer set downstairs.
Well...I'm going to go take my supplements and drink my tea and make myself look presentable for the day. Wishing you the very finest of 4ths! :)
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Here we go again!
Well, this is the latest in a long series of attempts to start a blog. I've probably started a good 4 or 5 in the past several years, only to have the posts peter off, leaving my blog an unnoticed wasteland of internet space. To prove my point, my last truly successful blog was Breezeedotcom, my bright corner in the world known as Xanga, in the days of old. I do miss Xanga...it was there that I found my teenage voice. I found out that I could make people laugh. I was downright funny back then!
Of course, that was in the days of old...I was 16 and had plenty of time to think up clever blog posts and witty comments in order to garner up "eprops", the old school version of "likes".
Facebook. *sigh*
But dog-gonnit! (< something I never actually say...) I'm going to try expanding my horizons again. I might even be funny.
No...forget that part. Too much pressure.
I'll just be myself...and try to chronicle my life the best that I can. Even if my posts lack the luster of Breezeedotcom.
*ehem*
Today we close on our new house. Evidently that means that we sit down and sign a gazillion papers, trusting that our real estate agent has read them, knows what they mean, and doesn't intend to screw us over. Once we do that, the house is officially ours, and the current residents have 9 days to move their bunnies out of our home. Their anatomical bunnies. Although if they have actual bunnies, they will be expected to move those as well.
I'm looking around my apartment right now, feeling nostalgic. It's way too small for a growing family, lacks storage space, counter space, and clothes-washing facilities. Yet Andrew and I spent the first 4 years of our lives together here. We fought, laughed, sang, danced, cooked, shouted, slept, and watched several complete tv series in this little place. And it's so dang cute, too...I do feel sad to leave it.
But it's time. Within this month we'll be a family of 4 (and for those of you counting on your fingers, I'm including Kitty in our family), and Baby has way too much stuff for us to stay here.
Can I just talk about baby stuff for a second?
This kid has more stuff than I do...and I've had 24 years to collect! Once you get a bumbo, a swing, a bouncer, a pack n play, a crib, a dresser, 4 boxes of clothing, a box of toys, a box of miscellaneous items (such as bottles, pacifiers, bibs, and wet wipes), a play mat, an exersaucer, a baby tub, and more (!!!), packed into an apartment such as ours, there's no longer any room to move, much less breathe.
In fact, we've moved a large portion of our shower items to my parent's basement for the time being, since there's no way it would all fit here.
I'm actually not confident it will all fit into our new home. We might have to give Baby two rooms. Or sleep in the crib with her.
She's spoiled. :)
Such a busy month...but I'm glad for it to finally be here. I feel so blessed with our new home, our new baby, my new job (more on that in a different post).
Now I'm going to go be productive and do things like take care of my personal hygiene. 0_o
Of course, that was in the days of old...I was 16 and had plenty of time to think up clever blog posts and witty comments in order to garner up "eprops", the old school version of "likes".
Facebook. *sigh*
Facebook, lord of social media, has shrunken our literary expressions to two line statuses. I know people who authored brilliant blogs (again, on Xanga), who now have resorted to such scintillating stati as:
staring at the wall. #sobored #lifesux
Well, of course you're bored! You aren't rising to your literary potential! You're too lazy to even spell "sucks" correctly!
Please note that I'm being a complete hypocrite right now. I go on Facebook several times a day and you can't say that my stati are a shining example of creativity.
But dog-gonnit! (< something I never actually say...) I'm going to try expanding my horizons again. I might even be funny.
No...forget that part. Too much pressure.
I'll just be myself...and try to chronicle my life the best that I can. Even if my posts lack the luster of Breezeedotcom.
*ehem*
Today we close on our new house. Evidently that means that we sit down and sign a gazillion papers, trusting that our real estate agent has read them, knows what they mean, and doesn't intend to screw us over. Once we do that, the house is officially ours, and the current residents have 9 days to move their bunnies out of our home. Their anatomical bunnies. Although if they have actual bunnies, they will be expected to move those as well.
I'm looking around my apartment right now, feeling nostalgic. It's way too small for a growing family, lacks storage space, counter space, and clothes-washing facilities. Yet Andrew and I spent the first 4 years of our lives together here. We fought, laughed, sang, danced, cooked, shouted, slept, and watched several complete tv series in this little place. And it's so dang cute, too...I do feel sad to leave it.
But it's time. Within this month we'll be a family of 4 (and for those of you counting on your fingers, I'm including Kitty in our family), and Baby has way too much stuff for us to stay here.
Can I just talk about baby stuff for a second?
This kid has more stuff than I do...and I've had 24 years to collect! Once you get a bumbo, a swing, a bouncer, a pack n play, a crib, a dresser, 4 boxes of clothing, a box of toys, a box of miscellaneous items (such as bottles, pacifiers, bibs, and wet wipes), a play mat, an exersaucer, a baby tub, and more (!!!), packed into an apartment such as ours, there's no longer any room to move, much less breathe.
In fact, we've moved a large portion of our shower items to my parent's basement for the time being, since there's no way it would all fit here.
I'm actually not confident it will all fit into our new home. We might have to give Baby two rooms. Or sleep in the crib with her.
She's spoiled. :)
Such a busy month...but I'm glad for it to finally be here. I feel so blessed with our new home, our new baby, my new job (more on that in a different post).
Now I'm going to go be productive and do things like take care of my personal hygiene. 0_o
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