12 Days Overdue - Update

Yesterday, I got out of the house for the first time in two days.

We successfully made it to the store and back in our newly acquired winter wonderland and as I was walking into the house (through the garage) I slipped and fell.

The baby is fine. But I was a little worse for wear. I managed to pull something in my groin that made it extremely hard to walk and at one point I could not lay down on my side (which is the only way I can lie down because of the big belly).

I called the midwife and she recommended some amazing homeopathic ointment (let me know if you need to know what it is...I HIGHLY recommend it for sports type injuries). But the heartbreaking news was that we would probably be rescheduling induction because of all the pain and lack of mobility due to this injury. We were hoping to try inducing today.

However, I am feeling ALOT better this morning. I'm hoping we can try to move forward with induction today - but we won't know until later this afternoon.

That's the latest update. I was pretty upset yesterday, but I'm feeling much more hopefully today.

10 Days Overdue

Well, my due date has come and gone...again.

I really thought I would handle it better this time around (IF it should happen). But I'm going a little bit bonkers here. I think I did fine until I hit 41 weeks. But every little thing that complicates my life (snow, a headache, a grumpy 2 year old, a grumpy husband) seems so huge to me right now.

I keep praying for Jesus to help me trust him. Since my first son was born right at 42 weeks (which for those of you counting would put me at Christmas Day this time around), I learned that I could birth a healthy baby naturally and not have any postpardum complications. In fact, I was so energized by NOT being pregnant I remember those first 6 months (before lack of sleeps really started to get to me) as some of the most joyful moments in my life.

Even as I write this my heart is calmed by the faithfulness God has shown me through childbirth.

Most often, I'm just tired of the kind of tired that comes from being pregnant. I have to say no to alot of activities with my 2 year old right now and that is SO hard...probably a sign of the things to come and probably not entirely a bad thing for my 2 year old...but it's still hard.

At this point in my last pregnancy, I was entering the hospital to be induced. The process of induction was 4 days long. This is not the path I want to take this time around. I am unconvinced that all the interventions I had last time did much good. But on Tuesday, if I still haven't had this baby, there will be some options we can try that don't require me to go to the hospital.

Pray for me!

Four Weeks To Go

That's right. As of today, I am four weeks from my due date. This baby boy is comming soon.

I'm not in a huge hurry. Four weeks sounds just fine with me. ( BUT I reserve the right to change my mind as the day gets closer)

My belly is big and I'm pretty emotional right now.

At church a couple of weeks ago, I was asked to acknowledge one of our members who would be moving to a new assisted living facility. As you might imagine he is limited by a wheelchair and sometimes he can be very hard to understand, but he had a few things he wanted to say so I handed him the mic. After he was done sharing, I looked at him and told him he was a great blessing to our church and that we would miss him. While I spoke those words he started crying. So, I started crying and made a bee line back to the podium to keep the service moving forward. My next line was a squeaky and tearful tearful, "Church, it's offering time!" Luckily, the congregation laughed with me and together we acknowledged the awkwardness of my attempt to move on in my emotional state. That gave me a few seconds to fan myself with a tissue and wonder if it was a good idea for me to be in front of the church anymore.

Popcicles in November

Maybe if we lived in the southern parts of the country this would not seem so strange. Maybe if I was a child it wouldn't seem strange.

But I'm a woman in her mid-thirties enjoying a popcicle and a warm jacket with her two year old out on the back patio in November.

No. Not 'Mom'. 'Dad'.

Lately, my son has been calling my husband, "Mom".

My son joyful greats my husband as he walks into the room with, "Hi, Mom!".

And my husband says, "No. Not 'Mom'. 'Dad'." My husband says these words firmly but not in an upset or stern manner.

I'm afraid it makes me smile every time I see this interaction.

What's funny is that my son was doing great with his "Hi, Dad!" and "Hi, Mom!" just a few weeks ago.

I guess that last business trip was just a little too long. :)

UPDATE: It seems that most adults are Mom right now. He has also used "Hi, Mom!" with my sister and one of my good friends as the happiest greeting he knows how to give. I think this makes my husband feel a little better.

A Sweet Moment

Yesterday I took my two year old to my midwife appointment. He was a little cautious in this new enviornment. When the midwife took my blood pressure he was worried it was hurting mommy. And then when the midwife was listening to the baby's heartbeat he was worried again that it was hurting mommy.

He even said "OUCH!" while the midwife was listening to the baby's heartbeat.

I responded by saying, "No, ouch, Baby."

"OUCH!" he said again with a furrowed brow.

"No, Baby. No ouch. Mommy is just fine." I replied again.

By the time the midwife was putting her equipment away my son had lifted up his shirt to show his belly and then asked, "More and more?"

Simple Summer Pleasures

Picking blackberries for my son to eat as we take our morning walk.

Trees hanging heavy with not quite ripe apples and pears.

Watching the grapes on the neighbors fence get a little bit bigger every day.

Playing at the park with friends.

Little boys with farmer tans.