Let's skip to the point: All in all, God provides. He provides for us physically, spiritually, and financially. He provides for us through strangers, friends, coworkers, and family. He provides the type, the amount, and the thing that He knows is right for us at that point in time. Is it always what we want? Is it always what we think we need? I don't think so. However, when we are so in tune with God, when we are so wrapped up in His Word, when we are on the same page with Him, our hearts, our desires, our whole entire being starts to be transformed to be more like His. This is when you are given the 'desires of your heart'. Only when you 'delight yourself in the Lord' will He grant you those desires. This is because our heart is set on what He wants for us. If you ask me, there is no wrong desire coming from your heart as long your desires are fully set on the Lord's.
That is the challenge though, isn't it? It is easier said than done. When we are having rough patches in life, we need to remember to stay in tune with the Lord so we can do what we need to do and hear from Him what we need to hear.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Austin at 3 Months Old
I'm going to be down-right honest here-I am blessed beyond belief! I'm sure others have heard this, as did I, but the love for your baby is incredible and like no other love you have experienced before. People told me how awesome and magical it would be to be married to my best friend, and I love Stephen to death but (don't get me wrong) it's a different kind of 'magic' than marriage. Yes, it's great having my best friend be my bosom buddy and strong male figure, but there is still something different from experiencing the magic of marriage to the magic of having a baby.
At first (the first 2 weeks), being a momma was hard. I did not sleep longer than 3 hours at a time which made me exhausted and physically tired all the time. My recovery from delivery hurt SO bad! It felt like I got run over by a train. ---> Before I wrote that last sentence, I had written a great analogy on how my body felt, but Stephen read it and informed me that it was too much info for the internet and he made me erase it. You can thank him for that, I suppose. Well, besides no sleep and a train-wrecked body, I was nursing. I will leave out the explicit details of the pain of that as well. If you have questions ladies, just ask me privately and I will inform you. You'll probably want to know what to expect before you pop out a little bundle of joy too :)
All of these things made it so hard for me to get to know Austin in that time. My family kept telling me, 'It'll get better' but better seemed to be months away. I was so worn down physically and mentally. Around 3-4 weeks, things were just about back to normal for me physically, and I could finally stop fighting with those pains and instead put all my thoughts into getting to know my little sweetheart. The one thing though that kept me enthralled with Austin was the fact that God created him inside of me, practically out of nothing. It blew my mind. No one can explain to you the feeling you get when you think about that...maybe I explained that wrong. It's not quite a feeling, but a constant brain-buster as you try to wrap your mind around the fact that a human being was made while inside of your body. Miraculous.
Well, as time has progressed, Austin has become my new bosom buddy, literally. But seriously, the two of us are like buds. We hang out for hours each day and I love that I know him so well and can tell what he needs or wants at any time. I love the fact that he calms down when he sees my face and when I hold him. I love that he grins at me when I wake him up. I cover him in kisses all the time and have so many gushy names for him that will one day be embarrassing and I will no longer be allowed to call him. As of today, he is 3 months and 3 weeks old. He'll turn 4 months old two days after Christmas!
Today, we bought him 3 Christmas presents. 1) a bumbo seat and tray, 2) a red bow tie, and 3) red suspenders. He will of course not really love any of those, but I don't think he's quite at the age where he will 'enjoy' gifts anyway.
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| 3 weeks old. At this point, he still had loose skin and had not filled out yet. |
At first (the first 2 weeks), being a momma was hard. I did not sleep longer than 3 hours at a time which made me exhausted and physically tired all the time. My recovery from delivery hurt SO bad! It felt like I got run over by a train. ---> Before I wrote that last sentence, I had written a great analogy on how my body felt, but Stephen read it and informed me that it was too much info for the internet and he made me erase it. You can thank him for that, I suppose. Well, besides no sleep and a train-wrecked body, I was nursing. I will leave out the explicit details of the pain of that as well. If you have questions ladies, just ask me privately and I will inform you. You'll probably want to know what to expect before you pop out a little bundle of joy too :)
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| 6 weeks old. He IS a bundle of joy :) |
All of these things made it so hard for me to get to know Austin in that time. My family kept telling me, 'It'll get better' but better seemed to be months away. I was so worn down physically and mentally. Around 3-4 weeks, things were just about back to normal for me physically, and I could finally stop fighting with those pains and instead put all my thoughts into getting to know my little sweetheart. The one thing though that kept me enthralled with Austin was the fact that God created him inside of me, practically out of nothing. It blew my mind. No one can explain to you the feeling you get when you think about that...maybe I explained that wrong. It's not quite a feeling, but a constant brain-buster as you try to wrap your mind around the fact that a human being was made while inside of your body. Miraculous.
Well, as time has progressed, Austin has become my new bosom buddy, literally. But seriously, the two of us are like buds. We hang out for hours each day and I love that I know him so well and can tell what he needs or wants at any time. I love the fact that he calms down when he sees my face and when I hold him. I love that he grins at me when I wake him up. I cover him in kisses all the time and have so many gushy names for him that will one day be embarrassing and I will no longer be allowed to call him. As of today, he is 3 months and 3 weeks old. He'll turn 4 months old two days after Christmas!
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| 3 months! (13 weeks) He has filled out! |
Today, we bought him 3 Christmas presents. 1) a bumbo seat and tray, 2) a red bow tie, and 3) red suspenders. He will of course not really love any of those, but I don't think he's quite at the age where he will 'enjoy' gifts anyway.
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| Posing with the gingerbread house that he great aunt Lynn made him for his 1st Christmas! |
An End of a Semester...
Well, besides me being a new mom, I'm not much different than the old Katie. My classmates this past semester were funny because they said I'm the wisest seeing that I'm now a mom. I beg to differ, and I did whenever they said that. I just laughed a little because I knew they were joking. I tried to just have fun in my activity class especially because I wanted people to know I'm still a 23 year old who is in college just as they are and that we really aren't that different. I just wanted to have some fun like the rest of them, you know? I love Austin and wouldn't trade him for anything but that doesn't mean that I'm now some washed up old woman!
You know, in the past I have always heard people say that everyone they know is getting married or having babies. Yes, everyone I know seems to be getting married and having babies now. I can think of 7 people I know who are expecting and 7 people who are engaged to be married. I guess I've reached that point in life where I can say that too. It is so strange. It seems that just yesterday I was a sophomore in college-boyfriendless, babyless, and free to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted to do it. Time sure does fly...
I managed to get away with A's and B's this past semester. But then again, I did only have 9 credits so it wasn't really that bad. This semester, I graduate. Well, as long as I pass my classes. I still need to get signed into 3 classes and I only have 2 days to do that before the semester starts on Monday! Ah!! But, I'm working hard on it and I have faith that God has some wise plan about it all. Trying to find my teachers while caring for a 4 1/2 month old is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack!
Austin has become quite the chatterbox now and he loves playing with his feet. I hope and pray for him each day that he will continue to stay healthy and that we can be great parents for him pointing him a direction that leads him to following Christ.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
My Postpartum Fall
I have been back at school since Austin was 4 weeks old and things have gone surprisingly well. I'm only taking 8 credits this semester and the only thing I really have to do in my classes is either show up or teach. 8 credits is a breeze compared to the normal 18 I take! Having a baby was totally worth it even though I'm still in school. The baby weight has fallen off too (45lbs! yikes!) and I still have a little bit of a belly, but I'm hoping that will go away too with some good exercise.
I managed to make it to my first week of classes this semester and even run around in one of them (my innovative games class). I was full term and past my due date at this point, so I'm pretty certain that I scared the poop out of my classmates when I decided to run. The look on their faces was priceless. They honestly told me they were afraid Austin was going to fall out. All I could think was, 'Well, it's about time that he does!' I'm sure I got some strange stares from people on campus too because I doubt they usually see a 40 weeks pregnant women in college let alone attending class still. Such great memories!
I managed to make it to my first week of classes this semester and even run around in one of them (my innovative games class). I was full term and past my due date at this point, so I'm pretty certain that I scared the poop out of my classmates when I decided to run. The look on their faces was priceless. They honestly told me they were afraid Austin was going to fall out. All I could think was, 'Well, it's about time that he does!' I'm sure I got some strange stares from people on campus too because I doubt they usually see a 40 weeks pregnant women in college let alone attending class still. Such great memories!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Labor and Delivery (24+ hours of it)
Saturday, August 25th, three days after our initial due date (Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012), I started having contractions in the morning. I did not know that they were contractions at the time-I felt a little pressure on my pelvic area but I thought it was just Austin moving into awkward positions like he did a lot. Well, that day I did my nails (I couldn't reach my toenails) and hung out around the house with Stephen. I remember telling him that day that I was expecting Austin would arrive within 3 days (little did I actually know...) because I didn't think my body could take much more of the swelling and pelvic pressure I had been having.
We went to my sister-in-law's house that evening to celebrate Asher's (my nephew's) birthday. I was still feeling what I thought was Austin moving awkwardly. I began to time the movements just for kicks while we were there. They were coming consistently at about 10-11 minutes apart each time. I didn't tell anyone, even Stephen, that I thought I might be having contractions. I didn't want to get Stephen's hopes up. I think around 10pm or 11pm that night when Stephen and I were home watching tv, I mentioned to him that I 'thought' I was having very mild contractions. I told him that they were now between 10 and 7 minutes apart and I hadn't missed one since I started timing them at 9pm. I told him I had been having them all day and didn't realize it til we were at his sister's house that night. He was a little excited like me but we were both skeptical because they didn't really hurt yet and because we never thought I'd go into labor!
We went to bed that night around 1:30am (morning, I guess), and my contractions got a little more intense through the night. They would wake me up often. When Stephen woke up the next morning he thought we had missed church-but I told him we weren't going to church because I was still contracting and they were getting stronger and between 8-4 minutes apart. We got things in order in the apartment and put clean sheets on the bed. Stephen texted his mom and told her we thought I was contracting. I also texted my mom and told her the same thing. At about noon, I was on the couch and thought I had peed a little bit in my pants so I went to the bathroom to clean up and everything pointed to my water breaking. I texted Stephen's sister and asked her about contraction intensity and water breaking. She called back and said it sounded like it was the real deal.
I then called the doctor who was on call and described what I had been experiencing. She told me to head to the hospital because it sounded to her like I was having real contractions and that my water had broken, which was the main thing to monitor. So, we took our time getting our things together and then headed to the hospital. I told Stephen that when we got to the hospital my contractions would probably stop and that they would tell me it wasn't my water that broke...well, that was not the case. Once we got there,we were there to stay.
They got my weight (I had gained 45lbs this pregnancy-most of which was water weight because I was incredibly swollen), my pee in a cup, and my blood pressure. I had some protein in my urine and higher blood pressure-neither of which I had ever had throughout any of my pregnancy. They tested to see if my water had truly broken-yep, no going back now! I think they used a catheter for that and it hurt! The nurse said usually when people get a catheter they've had an epidural! My poor body...This was at 2:30pm on Sunday, August 26th. And they told me I was just at 2cm dilated. That didn't surprise me-it was actually 1cm more than where I had been for 4 weeks-so to me, that was good! Stephen texted our parents and told them we were there to stay and that they could start getting ready to come see us in Lynchburg.
They took us to our labor and delivery room (where we would end up staying for about 24 hours til Austin arrived). At about 5PM, I did some walking for half an hour and it was still pretty easy to move through contractions. At 8PM, I did even more walking for an hour but had no progress in dilating. The contractions were a little stronger now and I had to slow down a little when walking and contracting at the same time. When they checked me at 9PM, they realized I still had some of my 'water bag' intact, so they finished breaking my water for me-I didn't really feel it, which was good. They told me they were going to start me on pitocin.The nurses came at 10PM to start the IV of pitocin in me, but my arms and hands were so swollen that they tried 4 times and half an hour and 2 nurses later they finally got the IV in me. They couldn't numb me either because I was so swollen so that didn't really feel very comfortable. I started feeling nauseous on the pitocin 15 minutes later and did actually get sick (we caught it in the bucket- I can usually feel those things coming) and so I took some Zofran to help with the nausea which I guess helped a little. Finally, an hour after the pitocin started I was another centimeter dilated-now at 3cm. I walked around the room with the IV by my side but the contractions were starting to hurt like nothing I had ever felt before and I could barely breathe through them let alone walk. I would just stop, lean my head down, close my eyes and try to breathe through them. I was trying to hold off on the epidural for as long as possible, but this was pushing it because I couldn't even talking in between the contractions that were coming every 3 minutes. They say crack kills, but my goodness that pitocin would have killed me I think if I had not have gotten the epidural soon after...
A few minutes before midnight, I asked for the epidural. I had had enough and I didn't care if someone were to call me a wuss, because it HURT! I didn't know how any woman could go all the way to 10cm without one because I felt like my body was dying only at 3cm dilated! 20 minutes later the epidural was in. Of course I was contracting when they put it in so it took all I had in me not to flinch when he poked me with the needle. I didn't want to be paralyzed to say the least. Maybe 10 minutes after getting the epidural, I had to say goodbye to feeling my legs and anything below my belly button. I thought it was so funny that I couldn't move my legs-I would look at them and in my head try to lift them but they wouldn't budge! Stephen kept poking my feet and legs asking, 'Can you feel that?' and I of course, couldn't at all. I also had to get a good ol' catheter because I obviously couldn't get up to pee. This time, I didn't feel the catheter at all. That epidural is something else! 2 1/2 hours later at 2:45AM, I had progressed 3-4cm and was now at 6-7cm dilated-not too shabby! And then at 4:45AM I was at 9cm dilated. The night was long and I was able to take many naps. I was so tired! I could barely keep my eyes open. I obviously couldn't go anywhere because I couldn't feel anything below my belly button so it was ok ;)
At 6AM, I had a temperature of 100.9 but they kept me monitored and I obviously survived. They didn't want me to get an infection or give Austin one either. I was checked again at 9:40AM and was still at 9cm. At 10AM, they decided to put an oxygen mask on me because Austin wasn't moving much. The oxygen woke him up and he did start moving again:) So, I kept taking little cat naps to pass the time and before we knew it, I was at 10cm around 12PM! We had gotten a new nurse and she was quite the talker. She kept telling us about her kids and how they got on her nerves. We didn't mind but we thought it was rare to have a nurse so willing to share about her life! She talked our ears off.
Well, I started pushing with the nurse to get Austin moved a little and the nurse turned out to be an incredible nurse! She explained everything so well to me that I was able to push for only about 25 minutes before the doctor did the rest and pulled him out! He wasn't crying or making any noises but he was moving, The doctor put him on my stomach for us to say hello, and asked if Stephen wanted to cut the cord. When Stephen declined, the nurse kept saying, 'Dr. Baker just cut it!' When the nurse said that, we could tell something was wrong. You see, when he came out, he didn't breath for 3 minutes. He had swallowed some blood that had come out when my placenta ruptured (the doctor's didn't know this had occurred prior to pushing) and about 10 nurses rushed in immediately and took over to care for him. I think they arrived in less than a second of the nurse pushing the help button.
Stephen and I were scared to death because we thought he was dead. We asked what was wrong and if he was going to be ok, but no one answered because they were so busy caring for him. Stephen was about to grab the doctor and shake him ( I would have but I was a mess emotionally and physically) because no one would tell us anything even though we kept asking. They gave Austin oxygen, did chest compressions, shoved tubes down his throat-so of course we were freaking out because we could see all this happening. All we could do was pray pleading, 'God please let him be ok' over and over again. At least that's all I remember thinking, I was crying and Stephen did all he could to comfort me and tell me it would be ok even though he didn't know himself. He took my head in his hands and prayed with me for Austin as Austin was being worked on. It was so scary because we really thought he wasn't going to make it. They took him to the NICU and Stephen followed to be with him. He ended up being ok and was able to come to our room around 7PM that night. We were so happy that he was alright. He snorted though when he breathed because he was swollen from tubes being shoved down his throat-poor fellow.
We still can't get over the fact that Austin grew inside of me. He is a complete miracle, like all babies are. I don't see how people can still not believe their is a God after seeing a little baby, especially a newborn. The entire pregnancy and delivery process is incredible. I'm so overwhelmed thinking about it all and I'm thankful that God allowed us to experience Him in a new way. I already am missing my pregnant belly but I don't want to have another baby anytime soon ;) But I know next time around (yes, there will be a next time-it's too incredible to experience just once!) I'll be just as excited, if not more, to help carry out God's miracle again. And, I'm thankful for epidurals because without them, I don't know if I'd be able to even think about having another baby :)
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| Swollen feet and ankles-and this was just at 35 weeks! |
We went to my sister-in-law's house that evening to celebrate Asher's (my nephew's) birthday. I was still feeling what I thought was Austin moving awkwardly. I began to time the movements just for kicks while we were there. They were coming consistently at about 10-11 minutes apart each time. I didn't tell anyone, even Stephen, that I thought I might be having contractions. I didn't want to get Stephen's hopes up. I think around 10pm or 11pm that night when Stephen and I were home watching tv, I mentioned to him that I 'thought' I was having very mild contractions. I told him that they were now between 10 and 7 minutes apart and I hadn't missed one since I started timing them at 9pm. I told him I had been having them all day and didn't realize it til we were at his sister's house that night. He was a little excited like me but we were both skeptical because they didn't really hurt yet and because we never thought I'd go into labor!
We went to bed that night around 1:30am (morning, I guess), and my contractions got a little more intense through the night. They would wake me up often. When Stephen woke up the next morning he thought we had missed church-but I told him we weren't going to church because I was still contracting and they were getting stronger and between 8-4 minutes apart. We got things in order in the apartment and put clean sheets on the bed. Stephen texted his mom and told her we thought I was contracting. I also texted my mom and told her the same thing. At about noon, I was on the couch and thought I had peed a little bit in my pants so I went to the bathroom to clean up and everything pointed to my water breaking. I texted Stephen's sister and asked her about contraction intensity and water breaking. She called back and said it sounded like it was the real deal.
I then called the doctor who was on call and described what I had been experiencing. She told me to head to the hospital because it sounded to her like I was having real contractions and that my water had broken, which was the main thing to monitor. So, we took our time getting our things together and then headed to the hospital. I told Stephen that when we got to the hospital my contractions would probably stop and that they would tell me it wasn't my water that broke...well, that was not the case. Once we got there,we were there to stay.
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| Lookin' large and in charge |
They got my weight (I had gained 45lbs this pregnancy-most of which was water weight because I was incredibly swollen), my pee in a cup, and my blood pressure. I had some protein in my urine and higher blood pressure-neither of which I had ever had throughout any of my pregnancy. They tested to see if my water had truly broken-yep, no going back now! I think they used a catheter for that and it hurt! The nurse said usually when people get a catheter they've had an epidural! My poor body...This was at 2:30pm on Sunday, August 26th. And they told me I was just at 2cm dilated. That didn't surprise me-it was actually 1cm more than where I had been for 4 weeks-so to me, that was good! Stephen texted our parents and told them we were there to stay and that they could start getting ready to come see us in Lynchburg.
They took us to our labor and delivery room (where we would end up staying for about 24 hours til Austin arrived). At about 5PM, I did some walking for half an hour and it was still pretty easy to move through contractions. At 8PM, I did even more walking for an hour but had no progress in dilating. The contractions were a little stronger now and I had to slow down a little when walking and contracting at the same time. When they checked me at 9PM, they realized I still had some of my 'water bag' intact, so they finished breaking my water for me-I didn't really feel it, which was good. They told me they were going to start me on pitocin.The nurses came at 10PM to start the IV of pitocin in me, but my arms and hands were so swollen that they tried 4 times and half an hour and 2 nurses later they finally got the IV in me. They couldn't numb me either because I was so swollen so that didn't really feel very comfortable. I started feeling nauseous on the pitocin 15 minutes later and did actually get sick (we caught it in the bucket- I can usually feel those things coming) and so I took some Zofran to help with the nausea which I guess helped a little. Finally, an hour after the pitocin started I was another centimeter dilated-now at 3cm. I walked around the room with the IV by my side but the contractions were starting to hurt like nothing I had ever felt before and I could barely breathe through them let alone walk. I would just stop, lean my head down, close my eyes and try to breathe through them. I was trying to hold off on the epidural for as long as possible, but this was pushing it because I couldn't even talking in between the contractions that were coming every 3 minutes. They say crack kills, but my goodness that pitocin would have killed me I think if I had not have gotten the epidural soon after...
A few minutes before midnight, I asked for the epidural. I had had enough and I didn't care if someone were to call me a wuss, because it HURT! I didn't know how any woman could go all the way to 10cm without one because I felt like my body was dying only at 3cm dilated! 20 minutes later the epidural was in. Of course I was contracting when they put it in so it took all I had in me not to flinch when he poked me with the needle. I didn't want to be paralyzed to say the least. Maybe 10 minutes after getting the epidural, I had to say goodbye to feeling my legs and anything below my belly button. I thought it was so funny that I couldn't move my legs-I would look at them and in my head try to lift them but they wouldn't budge! Stephen kept poking my feet and legs asking, 'Can you feel that?' and I of course, couldn't at all. I also had to get a good ol' catheter because I obviously couldn't get up to pee. This time, I didn't feel the catheter at all. That epidural is something else! 2 1/2 hours later at 2:45AM, I had progressed 3-4cm and was now at 6-7cm dilated-not too shabby! And then at 4:45AM I was at 9cm dilated. The night was long and I was able to take many naps. I was so tired! I could barely keep my eyes open. I obviously couldn't go anywhere because I couldn't feel anything below my belly button so it was ok ;)
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| After the epidural-I can finally breathe and rest again! |
Well, I started pushing with the nurse to get Austin moved a little and the nurse turned out to be an incredible nurse! She explained everything so well to me that I was able to push for only about 25 minutes before the doctor did the rest and pulled him out! He wasn't crying or making any noises but he was moving, The doctor put him on my stomach for us to say hello, and asked if Stephen wanted to cut the cord. When Stephen declined, the nurse kept saying, 'Dr. Baker just cut it!' When the nurse said that, we could tell something was wrong. You see, when he came out, he didn't breath for 3 minutes. He had swallowed some blood that had come out when my placenta ruptured (the doctor's didn't know this had occurred prior to pushing) and about 10 nurses rushed in immediately and took over to care for him. I think they arrived in less than a second of the nurse pushing the help button.
Stephen and I were scared to death because we thought he was dead. We asked what was wrong and if he was going to be ok, but no one answered because they were so busy caring for him. Stephen was about to grab the doctor and shake him ( I would have but I was a mess emotionally and physically) because no one would tell us anything even though we kept asking. They gave Austin oxygen, did chest compressions, shoved tubes down his throat-so of course we were freaking out because we could see all this happening. All we could do was pray pleading, 'God please let him be ok' over and over again. At least that's all I remember thinking, I was crying and Stephen did all he could to comfort me and tell me it would be ok even though he didn't know himself. He took my head in his hands and prayed with me for Austin as Austin was being worked on. It was so scary because we really thought he wasn't going to make it. They took him to the NICU and Stephen followed to be with him. He ended up being ok and was able to come to our room around 7PM that night. We were so happy that he was alright. He snorted though when he breathed because he was swollen from tubes being shoved down his throat-poor fellow.
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| Austin Douglas Proffitt-Born 8/27/12, 1:06PM, 7lbs 5.1oz, 20.5in |
We still can't get over the fact that Austin grew inside of me. He is a complete miracle, like all babies are. I don't see how people can still not believe their is a God after seeing a little baby, especially a newborn. The entire pregnancy and delivery process is incredible. I'm so overwhelmed thinking about it all and I'm thankful that God allowed us to experience Him in a new way. I already am missing my pregnant belly but I don't want to have another baby anytime soon ;) But I know next time around (yes, there will be a next time-it's too incredible to experience just once!) I'll be just as excited, if not more, to help carry out God's miracle again. And, I'm thankful for epidurals because without them, I don't know if I'd be able to even think about having another baby :)
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| Our family of 3 |
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Last Summer as a Family of Two
This past summer was great. Stephen and I both worked 40 hours a week at our jobs and I think we also made some good memories together. We will never have a summer again where it is just the two of us (until the kid (s) move out-but that won't be anytime soon). I was working at the ice rink with the club sports department at Liberty, and Stephen was working for Stewart Langley Properties as their landscaper and he also had some side jobs for landscaping that he did on the weekends. We saved up a decent amount in our savings account, but we don't expect it to stay their long after the baby comes. We've been told kids are expensive, so we will have to wait and see for ourselves now ;)
Here is a list of things that I thoroughly enjoyed during the summer of '12 (I won't speak for Stephen ;) :
-the 2 times we went fishing (wish we had the energy to go more)
-getting ice cream from dairy queen numerous times (we also went to Yogurt Yeti and Mr. Goodies, but my pregnant self enjoyed DQ the most)
-feeling my baby boy move
-going for walks in downtown Lynchburg or Liberty's campus at dusk with Stephen
-sitting by the pool at Forestbrook or Princeton Square while reading the kindle or painting my nails
It obviously does not take much to keep me entertained, but I think Stephen is thankful for that :)
My pregnancy treated me very well up until a week or two into the 3rd trimester, which was about the beginning of June. My blood pressure levels, weight gain, and protein levels were perfect each time I went to the OB/GYN. However, I started to retain water and my feet, ankles, legs, and fingers began to swell up like a hot air balloon. No matter how often I elevated my feet, the swelling stayed. I began to avoid wearing shorts skirts, or capris because I didn't want anyone to see my 'fat' feet. I could only wear one pair of sandals. I couldn't fit my feet into my boots, any other sandals, my tennis shoes (I had to keep the laces untied if I were to wear them), my sperrys, my wedges, or my crocs! By the time the 3rd trimester came to an end, I had gained 40 more pounds! That water weight will get you!
Besides being swollen, the pregnancy was great and we were so excited to meet our son. This summer, we went to a friend's wedding, survived a derecho, took a tour of Virginia Baptist Hospital, visited northern Virginia for our baby shower, drove 2 cars with broken air conditioners, visited The Master's Inn, and rented a pontoon at Smith Mountain Lake for a day. And I also just got my nails and toenails done as well as my hair cut so I'll be looking somewhat decent when our sweet boy arrives. We can't wait to meet our little guy!
Here is a list of things that I thoroughly enjoyed during the summer of '12 (I won't speak for Stephen ;) :
-the 2 times we went fishing (wish we had the energy to go more)
-getting ice cream from dairy queen numerous times (we also went to Yogurt Yeti and Mr. Goodies, but my pregnant self enjoyed DQ the most)
-feeling my baby boy move
-going for walks in downtown Lynchburg or Liberty's campus at dusk with Stephen
-sitting by the pool at Forestbrook or Princeton Square while reading the kindle or painting my nails
It obviously does not take much to keep me entertained, but I think Stephen is thankful for that :)
My pregnancy treated me very well up until a week or two into the 3rd trimester, which was about the beginning of June. My blood pressure levels, weight gain, and protein levels were perfect each time I went to the OB/GYN. However, I started to retain water and my feet, ankles, legs, and fingers began to swell up like a hot air balloon. No matter how often I elevated my feet, the swelling stayed. I began to avoid wearing shorts skirts, or capris because I didn't want anyone to see my 'fat' feet. I could only wear one pair of sandals. I couldn't fit my feet into my boots, any other sandals, my tennis shoes (I had to keep the laces untied if I were to wear them), my sperrys, my wedges, or my crocs! By the time the 3rd trimester came to an end, I had gained 40 more pounds! That water weight will get you!
Besides being swollen, the pregnancy was great and we were so excited to meet our son. This summer, we went to a friend's wedding, survived a derecho, took a tour of Virginia Baptist Hospital, visited northern Virginia for our baby shower, drove 2 cars with broken air conditioners, visited The Master's Inn, and rented a pontoon at Smith Mountain Lake for a day. And I also just got my nails and toenails done as well as my hair cut so I'll be looking somewhat decent when our sweet boy arrives. We can't wait to meet our little guy!
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| Me at 37 weeks-we obviously still had some work to do to get his room ready! |
Monday, July 30, 2012
Progression- 22 Weeks to 38 Weeks
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