Separation between shirt and pant

No words can describe....

Nesting, pacing and preparing or just fed up?

My mom (my WONDERFUL mom!) took a day off from work two weeks ago and came up to help me conquer a household task that I wanted to get done: the playroom! While not everything was done in it that is in the plan (i.e. move my piano from Cape Cod up here and into the playroom), we got a lot done! She was a task master and we sorted toys and cleaned, reorganized toys in our storage compartments and did some minor rearranging (a lot of mental rearranging, like I said...PIANO!) 

She made a comment that I was nesting. Now, this is something I thought would be great to go through while pregnant, especially seeing as I'm not the greatest at cleaning and picking up without lots of motivation. Jon was REALLY looking forward to this stage of pregnancy when I was carrying Joseph, but I don't think it ever really happened. Not like I hear about anyways. In my last month after I had left my job and moved to Medfield, I got baby clothes cleaned and put in the dresser and the nursery set up. But I NEVER was obsessively scrubbing the kitchen floor! I don't think my desire to get the playroom toys organized was really nesting, but I was thinking ahead. I wanted to have it be the toys that he would be playing with throughout the summer at least. I wanted to get it to the point that it would have fewer options (don't worry, Joseph has NO shortage of toys and he has his couple favorites) and be easier to pick up and then find things the next day. These things all point to one less thing to try to do, or get frustrated with (kids and adults) while having a newborn. Before we did this, everything seemed to just get thrown in the big rolling bins under the train table and I noticed that the boys weren't playing with a lot of things simply because they couldn't get to them. That's no fun for them! We still had lots of toys out that Joseph has outgrown and we could never seem to organize them without having at least one "miscellaneous" bin. So my mom came and helped me refocus the toys. By the afternoon I was EXHASTED, but its was great! 90% of the time all he wants to play with is his train set and now he has more tracks available and more room to build on top of the table.

The best part of it all is, Joseph and Matteo play with MORE toys now that there's LESS in the playroom AND they can clean up the toys by themselves and have yet to put something in the wrong place. 

Now...to move the piano....

Rings

When I found out I was pregnant with Joseph and was due to be born in October, I came up with a brilliant idea! The birthstone for October is an opal, my FAVORITE stone. I told Jon (knowing full well he was hoping for a son) if we had a girl we should get her a piece of jewelry with an opal in it and if we had a boy we should get ME a piece of jewelry with an opal in it. Well, I got the best of "all" worlds: Jon got his son, I wanted a son first too, AND I got a piece of opal jewelry.

I had in mind perhaps a ring. I used to wear several rings as a teen, at least one on each hand and gradually stopped. I had a claddah ring through all of my relationships and by the time I met Jon, kept it on my left ring finger and replaced it when Jon gave me my engagement ring.

After a lot of looking I decided on a style that I wanted. I found a petite set of birthstone rings that are made to stack one on top of the other. They have 3 options, a ring with one, two or three gemstones and little diamonds surrounding the gems. My idea was that for my first child, I would get the one with one birthstone. For the second, the one with two gemstones. Since Jon and I hope to have three someday it seemed perfect.  A little over 2 years after Joseph was born, on our 5th anniversary, Jon gave me the first ring.

It's perfect. It's petite and delicate and just right for me.

Looking forward, most likely our little girl will be born in June. Though, even if we are able to get this second ring soon after she's born, it will not get ordered until she is born....just in case. I hope I won't have to wait two years, but even if I do it'll be worth it.

I think they'll go nicely together.

It's A........

Well, it was long week last week.  Jon had a meeting Tuesday, Bible Study on Wednesday, wedding rehearsal and dinner on Thursday, his first wedding ceremony on Saturday, plus a "normal" Sunday. HE was very busy, I, however, felt like the week dragged on. It would have been bad enough just having Jon have so much extra to do, but what made seem even longer was the anticipation for Monday. The big ultrasound. In someways it seemed to come so quick, in others, the last week was so slow. Nonetheless, it arrived. My advice to teenagers to how to get through the toughest years is "just keep breathing and you'll make it through".

Well, I kept breathing and made it through. Monday came in with a horrid temper tantrum from Joseph over the color of bowl that his yogurt was in. We finally got out the door and off to my doctor's office. So anxiously awaiting the baby to uncross their legs so as to be able to be sure of whether it is a boy or a girl. The baby was in a hard position to get some measurements. Slowly but surely, the US tech was able to get all that was needed. FINALLY, the tech was able to get a "good shot" to confirm what she thought the baby was and to be able to show us how she came to that conclusion. Oh, yes, the baby also had the umbilical cord between the legs too! In the end though she was able to show us in a good clear shot that it is a girl. A modest one apparently.

Here she is! Not the best picture, but decent profile picture.

Still working on a name, but I'm getting anxious to decide....

Expect a lot more about her very soon....

Good Night

Nothing like a good night's sleep right? As students, we sacrificed it frequently. As adults, we begin to learn the value of it. As parent's, we fully understand the value of it but sacrifice it frequently for the well being of our tiny dependent child. Then they learn to sleep well. There's nothing so precious as a sleeping child.

I'm known for taking pictures of Joseph when he's sleeping. He tends to get pinched eyes from the flash on the first couple of takes. I can't help it though, I cherish those moments so much. Going in and giving him a kiss and telling him I love him and capturing that moment. Being 3 has lots of times that are not peaceful. It does me good to revel in those ones that are.

Here are some recent shots of my precious little boy sleeping. Before we know it, we will be up and down all night with another newborn, but for the moment, we sleep.

Joseph was home sick from school and nothing's better when you're sick than sleeping on the lap of a parent who loves you.

New dinosaur PJ's.

Constellation PJ's...so cool!

Sometimes, he's very twisted on his bed.

Good night Cape Codders....

Even in my sleep NO FLASH MOMMY!

I'm hungry....what else is new?

It is amazing to me how utterly hungry one can feel when growing a baby. The change of how they grow should explain it and it does, but that in itself (how exponentially they grow) is mind boggling. 

Fruit & Veggie "baby" This is an awesome site that helps put the minute size of a baby and it's rapid growth in some perspective. Right now, my baby is halfway between a turnip and a bell pepper (17.5 weeks). 

Last night I could feel the baby moving a little. Jon can't wait to be able to feel our little one moving, but it'll still be some more time before that happens. I whispered to my growing belly "I may regret this, but kick as much as you want. I love feeling you move!" It's true. Even when Joseph changed the shape of my ribcage, I always enjoyed feeling him move around and kick. 

We will get to see it a week from tomorrow and hopefully no longer have to use the pronoun "it" anymore. Everyone keeps asking me if I feel any inclinations about what it may be. My hopes are stronger than any real feelings. I unabashedly am hoping for a girl, almost as much as Jon was hoping for a boy. I will be happy either way, especially after what we went through last year, a healthy baby is perfect. One "old wives tale" that seems to be very true is that boys sit lower in the uterus than girls do. Jon did say that he thinks I'm carrying higher than I did with Joseph. So, we'll see. Quite literally. We are also planning on bringing Joseph to the ultrasound. We think he'll like this "movie" and hope it will cement that there's a baby in Mommy's belly. He's getting it better and better and the bigger my belly gets and his stays the same, the less he thinks he has one too. We will also have pictures next week that we can bring home and share! 

Pray for a girl!