Here She Comes!!

Hello to all Amber's Bloggy Friends!

It's Nicole, which can only mean one thing, Amber is at the hospital getting ready to welcome Little Miss Olivia Kate into the World!

I don't have all the details yet, but Amber sent me a message this evening letting us know that she had been in labor all day and was going in to have the c-section tonight!!!

I am sure that Olivia Kate is either born or very close to it by now!

Either way, I'm sure that your thoughts and prayers would be appreciated now.

Hopefully I will be able to update tomorrow with pictures of the 10 pound beauty!

In need of prayers...

Well, we got some shocking news yesterday.

I had my weekly doctors appointment yesterday afternoon. At the previous appointment they had decided to do a ultrasound and hook me up to monitor Olivia's heartbeat this go round. David, my mom, and I got there and started with the usually routine of things, they then sent the three of us to the ultrasound room. You couldn't see too much since she is so big now and the ultrasound tech just talked us through what she was looking for. At the end, all she said was everything looked good and the doctor would explain everything to me. We should have known something was off when she really wouldn't answer any of our questions. Then they moved us to a regular room and immediately hooked me up to the monitor. We did know something was wrong when the doctor came in not even five minutes after with a look of shock on her face.

She then starts with how my fluid looks good and so far Olivia's heartbeat was good. Now here comes the....but....we have a little problem (how ironic).....by our estimates, she's measuring in a little over 10lbs. Needless to say our faces dropped to the floor. She went on to explain that they can be off by 20% (both ways), but there are a lot of risk for someone my size to deliver a 10lb. baby. We talked awhile and it was recommend and decided that I should have a c-section. So now we are set for a c-section on this Thursday morning at 11:30am.

Like I said, it was all honestly a shock. Besides a not so flattering picture taken at the Pope's cookout a couple of weeks ago, I honestly don't look as though I'm carrying a 10lb baby. Plus, the reason they had no indication was that I am still measuring right at what I'm supposed to. I guess she is very crowded in there. Which is probably why now every time she moves, it just hurts. Of course, that lead to a very emotional day yesterday. I really was okay for a good part of the day, but I finally lost it last night. I've spent these last nine months mentally preparing myself for labor and not for a c-section. It honestly never crossed my mind. Since I was born, I've never been in the hospital, let alone had a major surgery and I know thousands of women have them every day, but I am still scared. Plus, it's just frustrating to go this long and to have end up with a c-section. This could have all been over last week or the week before.

I'm trying not to be upset with my doctor. In her defense, I was measuring right at normal and I don't have gestational diabetes or any of the things that would contribute to a big baby. I have gone over the 25-35lb. weight gain limit, but majority of women do and I didn't gain enough to make them worried. In fact, I haven't gained any weight the past three weeks. The only contributing factor is that David was almost a 10lb baby. Let's just say he is feeling pretty bad right now.

So, please keep us in your prayers. I know everything will be fine and it's in God's hands. It is just still nerve racking. Your prayers will be appreciated.

Have I told you lately....

Well my bloggy friends, I am down to the last few days for sure now. I go to the doctor this afternoon and either I'll be sent to the hospital then or go in tomorrow night. By Friday, OK should finally be here. Obviously, I'm not sure how often I'll be blogging the next couple of weeks, since we'll be adjusting to life with a baby. Nicole will be posting updates to let y'all know when she does finally show.

This being (maybe) my last post pre-baby, I do want to take this time to say to you all, a big

THANK YOU!!!!

Thank you so much for your encouraging comments, especially these last couple of weeks. You guys have no idea how much your comments have meant to me. Your comments really have brightened my days and I have several times gone back to re-read many of them. They are often reminders that I will make it through this. Thank you for listening to all my whining and complaining these past nine months, it's amazing anyone reads my blog. It funny because like most, I started a blog to keep our family updated on our lives, but I've ended up finding a great support group. I seriously probably wouldn't have made these last nine months without all y'alls sweet comments and support. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!

Also, I've had several new readers leave me sweet and supportive comments these past couple of weeks. Thank you to you all too. I haven't made it to your blogs to leave you comments, but I haven't forgotten about you. My mind has just been preoccupied these past couple of weeks.

Also, this guy deserves a great big Thank you....
I know I'm usually giving him a hard time and I can say that he lets me get away with my complaining of him on here, but besides his comments on my weight or his labor coaching, he really has been awesome to me this entire pregnancy. Through the first twenty weeks of morning sickness, he was always there with a cold rag and a glass of water. Any time I ask him to rub my back, he has not once turned me down. He has seriously had to put up with all my crazy mood swings and he never takes them personal. His excitement over this baby girl has taken me by surprise and I don't tell him enough how thankful I am to him. I honestly don't have the words to express my thanks to him. He is going to be an awesome daddy and I can't wait to start this journey with him.

So, hopefully, the next time I post, I will be a mommy!!!

And this truly will be our last weekend of just David and I.

Still here....

Well, it's Monday night, almost 10pm, and I'm now 41 weeks pregnant.

This week is her final week, her eviction notice is being sent out.

It's uncomfortable to sit, lie down, or stand.

My back hurts and I pee at least 100 times a day.

When I go into public, people stare at me like I'm going to go into labor right then and there.

I am told at least ten times a day "I'm huge."

I will just say it....I'm freakin miserable.

I just have to keep reminding myself..two more days, two more days, two more days...

Sale Alert!!!

Old Navy is having a great sale this weekend. All their clearance is 50% off the clearance price. I got a ton of stuff. My Old Navy had a great selection but the sale just started today and we went early. So don't wait! I got several tanks and tees for under $2 and several shirts for $4. Altogether, I got twelve tanks and shirts for around $35.

Also, the are having a sweater sale. I picked up this one for over half off.

I won't get the opportunity to wear it till December at the earliest, but I wanted to get one before they sold out.

Oh, I can't wait for normal clothes again!!!

Thoughts for Thursday...

• I decided that since so far, I haven't gotten what I wanted this week...ugh...I deserved a new purse. I headed to my most favorite store right now, TJ Max. I love that store. I can always find something there in any department. I have to stay out of there or it will definitely get me in trouble.

• I have also come to terms that I have a serious addiction to purses. Luckily, I don't have an addiction to expensive purses. I change too often to spend that much money on a purse. I have been known to change purses everyday of the week at times. I buy at least one purse a month, if not two. Some women love shoes, I love purses. One of my beliefs for life is from the song Labels or Love, "don't cry, buy a bag and then get over it." It works for me every time.
  

• Tonight is the premier of Grey's Anatomy!!! Most of the time I get made fun of because we usually are not into any of the other shows the majority of the public watches. We are usually watching the history or discovery channel. Our favorite is public television (no lie) but, Grey's Anatomy is our one exception. Even the hubby gets into it (though he might not want me to tell y'all that). Tonight is two full hours and as much as I want to have this baby, I hope I don't have to miss Grey's tonight.

• It has rained for two straight weeks here. Luckily, we are not in an area that has had problems with flooding, but our grass is ten feet high. It seriously comes up to David's knees. It is apart of our rental agreement that we get lawn service, but the company our landlord has hired sucks!!! They haven't been out in four weeks and every time we call they say it's because of the rain. Last time they cut the grass they had no problem cutting it in the rain. Why now? The company sucks and we are having a hard time convincing our landlord of this. If my grass doesn't get cut very soon, I swear I will go pregnant lady crazy on someone. It makes us look trashy and I cannot stand it. Plus, the dogs are refusing to go out into the yard now. I'm extremely mad about this if you couldn't tell.
  

• My mom just called and told me that an old friend of hers daughter was due this past Sunday and she just had her baby this morning. Maybe it's a sign?

• David's supervisor decided a couple of months back to assign all the multi-unit managers a book (business related) to read and they had to write a report on it. Tonight, they have to do a presentation on their book. Of course, he's had this book for three months now and he waited till the last minute to do it. Guess who was up at 11:30pm proof reading his paper?

• Holy Cow!!! Guess who's here finally? Maybe I can finally see the shed in the backyard again.

The start of a bad day, progress, and a surprise blessing.

I have taken off the baby countdown because it is now wrong. Obviously, it doesn't account for babies who want to be stubborn and come into the world late. So yes, I'm still pregnant. Now we're two days past my due date and still waiting. We do now officially have a plan, but more on that later. I will warn you, the majority of this long post is me whining, so you might not want to continue. Sorry, but I feel like I've reached a point where I can whine (for now).

I have learned, if you make it past 40 weeks, it's rough. Obviously by now it's physically torture, but once you make it past that 40 mark, it's tough emotionally. Though only 5% of babies are born on their due date, it is hard emotionally when you have this end date in your mind for nine months and that day comes and goes. And no offense, but I've decided that us women that make it over 40 weeks should get a extra prize. Maybe like a baby and a $100 bill when your baby is finally born?

Yesterday for me, was not a good day and probably one, if not the, most emotional day I've had this entire pregnancy. On my actual due date, Monday, I was fine. Sunday night at 9:30pm I decided that I had to rearrange the house and it couldn't wait. So, I started tearing the house apart. This rearranging involved lots of heavy furniture moving and obviously there was only so much I could do. David decided to call Andrew that night and asked if he minded coming over in the morning to help him move the furniture. Thankfully, he said he would be here the next morning to help make a very pregnant lady happy. Of course, I then freaked out that I would go into labor that night and the house would be destroyed. Nicole reassured me they would come over and take care of everything if that was the case. I guess fortunately, that didn't happen. So all day Monday, I keep busy and got the house put back together. Later that night, we went to meet them for dinner. We had a great dinner (anytime you sit at a restaurant for over two hours and not realize it, it's considered a great dinner) and when we got home I was so tired, I pretty much went to bed and crashed by 9pm. That's when my troubles began.

Since I went to bed so early, I woke up at 1:22am and I could not go back to sleep for anything. I finally feel asleep a little before 7am but we had to be up by 7:30am for a doctors appointment. Let's just say, I was not in a good mood. I'm sure this is the major contributor to a lot of my emotional yesterday, but I spent a good majority of the morning a emotional mess. I pretty much woke up crying and couldn't stop. I bit David's head off several times over stupid small things and if you even looked at me, I would start crying. I had already told and convinced myself that nothing was going to come of the doctor's appointment and I had already played out in my mind the scenario of her checking me and telling me I was still closed. I was basically preparing myself for what at this time, seems like the worst. We got to the doctor's office and of course we had to wait forever which of course puts me in even a worse mood. On top of that I didn't eat breakfast and was hungry.

The doctor finally made it in and we went through the routine of the checkup. When she went to check me she gave me the best news I had heard in weeks, I was 1 & 1/2 centimeters dilated and 80% effaced. I didn't believe her at first and asked her several times "seriously?" She wanted to still come up with a plan, just in case I don't come by next week. So, I am now on the books for induction on October 1st. She is going to make me wait at least through the weekend and that Thursday is the first day she's on call that week and if I get to have a choice, I want her to deliver. So, that's why I could possibly have another week.

Hearing that news but me in a little better mood. I know it is not very much on the centimeters scale, but being 80% effaced was pretty exciting. On the way home, David tried to make me feel better by taking me to my favorite, Chick-fil-a, for lunch and we then decided that we should head home so I could get a much needed nap. Luckily, I came home and slept for two hours. After a long nap, I was feeling much better. The rest of the day, went much better. We went over towards where David's parents live and had a nice dinner with them. Afterwards, he and his dad headed to the driving range, while us ladies went to shop. Around nine we headed home so David could write a book report for work that of course, he waited till the last minute to do.

On our way home we received a phone call that was a complete surprise. Like probably most people our age, when we were younger, we made some pretty stupid decisions financially that had gotten us into some trouble. We were fortunate that we had someone to bail us out of those situations. We did though learn our lessons from those mistakes. The past two years, we have been working hard to correct those mistakes and we have been repaying on our bailouts for the last couple of years. We received a phone call telling us to no longer worry about it and consider our debts paid. Several years ago, someone gave them a hand and then a break and they wanted to do the same for us. We were stunned. This will help us tremendously financially, for it was a huge chunk every month. Needless to say, it brought on more tears from me, but for once yesterday they were the good kind. After a good ten minutes of disbelief, we made the promise with each other that we will definitely pay-it-forward in the future. Someone helped them out, they passed it on to us, and now we will make sure to pass it on to someone else. We went to bed still in shock over it all. It was a huge blessing. The only other thing that could top it would be finally giving birth to our baby girl this week.

So, that's were we stand for now. I'm still hoping I go into labor soon. For some reason, several people keep saying this Thursday, so maybe that's a sign. I know being induced is not the end of the world, but I have heard it makes labor much harder. If I have to be I will, but I would rather go into labor naturally. Please keep us in your prayers that it will happen naturally. Thanks!

A Gift Card Dilemma

I had a first this weekend and I was just wondering what y'alls opinion would be.

I have been spending my down time trying to organize some things I've been putting off for awhile. Saturday night David had to work, so I ran to the store to get some supplies to finish up my organizing. We had received a gift card to one of the major box stores for a shower gift. I hadn't used it yet and we honestly have most everything for Olivia that we need, so I decided to just use the card. I mean technically I am nesting and that is due to Olivia, right?
At the store, I get the couple of items I need and go to check out. When I go to pay, I use the gift card and it's denied. The cashier tries it several times and then told me that the either the gift card wasn't activated or they didn't put any money on it. I was honestly a little shocked and told her it was a gift and I hadn't used the card before. She suggested I go to customer service and maybe they could help me, but of course the line was way too long for my 10 month pregnant self. I just paid for my purchase and headed home.

When I got in the car I called David to tell him what happened. We got into the conversation of what should you do in that situation? Should you not say anything to the person who gave you the gift card or should you let them know? In one way, I would feel bad to call out that person if they really didn't put any money on it. Not that I think people would really do that, but times are tough right now. Then there's the part of me that feels like I should tell them that they spent the money and didn't get what they paid for. So should you say something to them?

David and I got into a long discussion about this, but we didn't come to a conclusion. We also asked the Pope's what they thought and we all didn't really reach a conclusion either. I think I would want to be told because I would want to get my money's worth, but some people might not. I'll be honest in saying that I will most likely not say anything. If it was someone I was closer too, I would probably say something, but I don't want to hurt this person's feelings. Who knows? I was just wondering what y'alls thoughts on it were? Do you say something or keep your mouth shut?

Love Happens & Baby Socks

David's weekend falls on today and Tuesday so, our weekend is just beginning. Hopefully this will be our last weekend without a baby. I know I say that every weekend now, so keep your fingers crossed! : )

This past weekend, Aubry and I decided to get in one last girls day, since it might be a little while before we can have one. We did our usual, lunch, a little shopping, and a movie.
We decided to go see the new one with Jennifer Aniston, Love Happens. Let's just say, we were both highly disappointed with it. We love Jennifer Aniston. We were both big Friends fans and usually, her movies are pretty good. This one however was not too impressive. I don't want to give it all away in case there are some of you who are just dying to see it. I think the best thing to say is that the movie title is a little misleading. The movie mainly focuses on his getting over his wife's death. There is a little bit of love happening, but I wouldn't consider this one a romantic movie and it is definitely not a romantic comedy (yahoo movies puts it in the romantic comedy genre). It definitely wasn't about what we thought it would be. If your still dying to see it, wait till it comes to red box and only cost you a $1.

We also stopped by our favorite, Target. I know there are several of you are expecting soon and Target's dollar section had a bunch of cute Halloween socks and tights for only a $1. I know the sizes went 0-12 months, but I didn't notice if they went over that. I only bought OK one pair of black tights and a pair of socks. I wish now, I would have gotten a couple more pair of tights. The socks though are pretty darn cute! So run to your Target before they sell out!


Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

I need some honesty...

I need some honesty...

Last night I was looking at my bookmarked list of blogs that I look at every so often. Several of them are of other women who are expecting. I was reading one in particular of another woman who is also expecting her first child in a few weeks. I'm not going to name the blog and it's not on my list to the right, so you won't be able to figure who I'm talking about. Anyways...

She was posting about her birth plan and what all she wants when the baby comes. She had a long list and I personally found her birth plan to be a little demanding. To my surprise, most comments left were those supporting her and from other (first time) expecting moms who agreed with her birth plan. It seemed that those who were telling her to keep an open mind were those who have already given birth.

So my question is, am I being naive not going in with great demands when it comes to my labor and delivery?

The way I have felt the entire time is that labor/giving birth is something totally new to me. I don't know what to expect and I don't know how I am going to react/respond, so I am not going in with a demanding attitude that this is what I want. I figured that the second go round I will have a better idea of what I want and then can make demands. I planned on this first go round to just wait and see what happens.

When asked if I want an epidural, I always tell people I don't know. I've been fortunate to never experience great physical pain in my life, so I honestly have no clue what my pain tolerance is. I figure if I feel like I can deal with the pain than I will go for it, if not, then I'll ask for the epidural. No, I don't want to be induced, but if in two weeks, I'm still pregnant, then induce me (she cannot stay in here forever). I just feel like I don't know what is going to happen, so why go in with a long list of what I want?

Those close to me all seem to support me, but who knows if their doing it to be nice. They might be saying I'm crazy behind my back. Am I being naive or am I going in with the right attitude?

I know it's kinda last minute to be thinking about this, but maybe since it's now so close, that's why it's on my mind. Thanks for the help.

Auntie Aubry's Onesie

I figured I should post something.

I didn't want y'all to think I've gone and done something crazy like have a baby.

My cousin/BFF Aubry stopped by this afternoon to see me and of course every time I see her now she has to bring me something for OK. She made OK a special gift and I thought it's pretty cute.

Here's a close up...


David now wants to make a t-shirt for Aubs that says "I love my Cousin David."

Thank you Auntie Aubry!!!

Drawing a blank

I've got nothing. I seriously feel like I've had nothing to blog about lately.

I do want to thank you all for your sweet comments yesterday. They made me feel better. Yes, it might not seem like I've been complaining, but those around me in the real world would probably disagree (the hubby). Still, thank you for the sweet comments. You guys are the best!

I think I'm going to go walk around Wal-mart. Exciting!!!!

Hope everyone is having a wonderful Wednesday!!!

A Change of Heart

I owe you all an apology. It seems like I've done nothing but complain lately. I've complained about not having this baby yet. I've complained about being the size of a house. I've complained about only fitting in about only four of my maternity outfits. Needless to say, I've been doing a lot of complaining.

This morning when I got up for my 4:30am feeding (that's what we call it around here when I wake up twenty times a night), I got on the computer to check my Google reader. When I logged on I saw the post from Whitney at Glamorous Housewife asking for prayers for her brother and his wife. Her sister-in-law had just given birth at 27 weeks to a 2lb. little boy. Reading this was a wake up call and immediately made me thankful for the fact I've made it this far.

Early in my pregnancy there was much concern over me making it full term with Olivia. I've mentioned it before that my mom gave birth early to both me and my little brother. I was a little over a month early. My brother was three months early and only two pounds when he was born. So, I have been through the fight this family is going to have these next few months.

It's funny that my mom's friend made the comment the other day, that they had all prayed so hard that I would carry Olivia full-term and now it seems she's going to be late. This morning I realized how thankful I am that I have this problem.

No one stays pregnant forever (though Michelle Duggar comes close). Yes, I'm uncomfortable and yes, I'm ready for her to be here in my arms, but in my heart I know that the longer she stays in there, the better off she'll be in the long run. She will come when she's ready and of course, she'll come when God believes she ready for this world.

So, I'm going to quit complaining about being pregnant. No I'm not one of those women who is going to claim she loves being pregnant, but I realize that it is all worth it for the end result and I'm thankful for the what we call the most boring pregnancy that a person could have. I realize that I have so much to be thankful for and I could have very well been in that same situation. So, I have a change of heart this morning.

Olivia , you can come when your ready. I'll quit giving you a hard time. I'm just being impatient and ready to hold you in my arms. Whether you come tomorrow or in two weeks, we'll be ready for you.

MIA

The hubby is off for more than a half a day for the first time in two weeks. We're trying to spend some last minute time together, so I probably will be missing in action the next couple of days.

Hopefully this will be our last weekend of just the two of us! : )

Random on the Weekend...

• I'm still here and still very pregnant. All my post this week I had pre-scheduled because I knew I was going to have a busy week. I was honestly too wore out to post anything when those ran out. Plus, other than to complain about how pregnant I am, I feel I don't have much to say right now.

• I went for my weekly checkup last Wednesday and so far we're a no-go. Baby girl seems happy where she's at. I'm still completely closed up and convinced this baby is never going to come out. I'm not sure if I was more disappointed about still being completely closed or learning that they will allow me to go another week and half after my due date. I could have another two and half weeks of this. Ugh...

• A couple of weeks ago, David mentioned that he was starting to get nervous about me going into labor. He asked that when we got closer, if I was by myself, I stay closer to home during the day so he could get to me in time. I promised I would starting at 38 weeks. Luckily, my mom came down to spend a few days this week with me and was my get-out-of-jail card, so I took great advantage of her visit. She was my pregnant-lady sitter and I drug her all over for the two and half days she was here. Needless to say, by the time she left on Thursday afternoon, I was worn out. It's taken me almost two days to recover.

• While she was down, we (okay, she) made some valances for OK's room. I assisted by watching her, but that wore me out and I had to go lay down to take a nap. She whipped them up in just a few hours and they turned out perfect. I knew what I had in mind, but could never find a pattern of exactly what I wanted. I found the closest thing I could and she made a few adjustments to it and they were exactly what I wanted. It's not the best picture, they are green with little white polka-dots. Thank you Mom!!!
  

• Also this week, my grandparents came down to have dinner and my grandma brought me a present that I'm in love with. She kept my highchair that she had bought for me to use at her house when I was a baby. She cleaned it up and brought it down to me for OK. It's wood, over 27 years old, and still in great condition. She suggested I could paint it to match my breakfast table, but I'm thinking of painting it red. I want something colorful. We still have awhile before OK will need it, so that will definitely be a project for after she arrives.

• Our weekend is going to be pretty low-key. We are headed to the Pope's for a cook out tonight. I'm excited since it seems like it's been forever since we've all hung out. David finally gets a day off this Sunday. Due to the race last weekend, he worked ten days straight, took a half day off to go to the doctor with me, and then worked another three days. Needless to say, the boy is tired. He finally gets a day off this Sunday and Monday. It's crazy to think this could be our last "weekend" with just the two of us. Let's pray it is!

• And I almost forgot...last week Nicole volunteered to give updates in case this baby ever decides to come. I'm pretty sure that most of you who read my blog, also read hers. So if I've gone missing again, check with her to see if there is any baby news. If you read my blog and don't read hers, then go check it out anyways because Miss. Josie is too cute to miss!
  

Awkward....

It took nine months, but last Friday, I had the most awkward pregnancy conversation with a complete stranger.

I was heading up to my friend Sheena's to hang out by her pool for the afternoon. I decided to stop by Chick-fil-a and grab some lunch. I decided to go inside to eat, because I'll be honest, that way I could get a refill on my sweet tea (it's my addiction). I was sitting there enjoying my nuggets and waffle fries, when one of the girls who works there (I call her girl because she is younger than me) b-bops over to me. In a very excited young girl voice, she asks when I'm due. I had just put a nugget in my mouth, so I held up two fingers and then told her two weeks. That resulted in a shrieking "OMGosh" She then informs me she's due in six months and starts rolling questions out to me. This is the rest of the conversation...

chick-fil-a girl: "so, is it a boy or girl?"

me: "a little girl."

chick-fil-a girl: "OMGosh, what are you going to name her?"

me: "Olivia Kate."

chick-fil-a girl: "oh, how does the other person feel about that?"

me: "huh?"

chick-fil-a girl: (insert some type of hand motions) "how does the other person feel about that?"

me: "the other person? my husband?"

chick-fil-a girl: "yeah."

me: "feel about what?"

chick-fil-a girl: "the name?"

me: "um, he likes it."

chick-fil-a girl: "oh."

Let's just say it was the most awkward pregnancy conversation I've had to date.

For the record, I was nice and just congratulated her on her little bundle of joy, even though I personally hate her name choice for her baby.

Am I the only one?

The other night I was talking to David about my being kicked to the couch. And I seriously started a portion of the conversation with this...

"My friend Kameron told me about this pillow that I need..."

He seriously looked at me and asked "whose Kameron? we don't know anyone named Kameron."

Yes people, I've started talking about you like I know you. You come up in my nightly dinner conversations. The hubby has even started asking nightly what's going on in the blog world. You should all feel special. Especially you Kameron, I knew you would get a kick out of that.

Am I the only one who does this?

Please don't make me feel like a complete loser. I promise I do have friends in the real world.

Nine Months

Much to my family's dismay, I haven't been one of those people that have posted a pregnancy picture every week. I have though been taking pictures as these months go by.

And here is the one I know y'all have all been wanting to see...

For the record, besides being cropped and text added, this picture hasn't been edited...nine months and no stretch marks!!!

She's being cut off

Meet Olivia's BFF Miss. Matalie. Isn't she the cutest!


In our little group, they are the only two girls close in age and Miss. Matalie is a sweetie who shares her clothes with her soon-to-be here BFF Olivia.

Last week, Amy called and said she had another load of clothes to pass on to Olivia. I headed over to her house for lunch and to pick up Olivia's new loot. It's good to have friends that have such good taste. Matalie is always dressed so cute.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you Amy!!!

Olivia is being cut off from clothes. She seriously will need no more clothes till next fall. I didn't realize just how much she had. I've been buying stuff for next summer because of course it's all on sale and I never being one to turn down anything, have taken all the donations given to my baby girl.

Also, I didn't share that I had went to the sweet repeats consignment sale a couple of weeks ago and racked up on a bunch of fall stuff. Remember how I was searching for baby jeans? Well, she now has nine pairs for this fall alone. And remember how I was a sucker and paid $9 for a pair at JcPenny's? I got the same exact pair at the consignment sale for $1. I'm a sucker, I know.

The other night when I was going through and sorting Amy's last batch, David gave me that look. With his serious look, he told me she couldn't have anything else for the fall, it needed to stop.

I'll try honey, promise.

Oh, I'm currently taking applications for a fashionable BFF that is the same size as me and wants to pass down their clothes to me every season. Let me know if your interested.

Slacker

I've been slacking on the blog post the past few days. Nope, no baby yet, I've just been in a funky mood and not feeling like writing. Thanks to an afternoon of laying by the pool and girl talk, I'm feeling better now.

I am though a little bored today. It's a holiday weekend for everyone but us. Holidays mean more work for the money maker of the house. Plus, the big race is in town and I'm sure you all can believe the Nascar fans love the waffle. So, holiday + race = no hubby for the weekend. Everyone else seems to already have plans or decided not to leave their house to fight the race traffic. So that leaves me with nothing to do. I'm going to go find something to do before I go crazy.

Hope everyone is having a great holiday weekend!

I've been kicked to the curb

Ok technically, I haven't been kicked to the curb, but I have been kicked to the couch which is in the living room, which is the closet room to the curb in the front of our house. You get the point.

The past couple of weeks I've started having trouble sleeping. It's hard to get comfortable anymore. I usually lay on my side, but unless I lay in the exact right position, it feels like my tummy's weight is too much and it hurts. When I wake up in the morning, I seriously feel like I've been run over by a train. It feels like I've been participating in a strenuous workout rather than sleeping. It just sucks.

I have noticed that I can sleep more comfortably on the couch. Saturday night I decided that I was going to sleep on the couch. I made it through the night, but I won't lie, for some reason I was a little scared. The dogs stayed with me through the night, but I was still a little scared to be sleeping without the hubby next to me. When I woke up Sunday morning, I did feel more rested and like I had finally gotten a good nights sleep. Plus, I only got up once to use the bathroom. But when Sunday night rolled around, I wanted to go back to the bed with the hubby even though I knew I wouldn't sleep well.

After a restless night of sleep and once again waking up feeling like I had been ran over, I got my morning phone call from the hubby. He informed me he had to sleep on the couch. Evidently, I was snoring!!! He said he didn't know what to do because it was the first time he has ever heard me snore. He wasn't sure if he should wake me up or just move to the couch. He went with the later. The funny part was I told him a couple of weeks ago I thought I was snoring and he kept swearing it was all in my head. Regardless of his denial, I knew I had started snoring because I woke myself up a couple of times. Funny, I know.

I apologized for keeping him up with my snoring and told him I would move to the couch since I sleep better on it anyways. So, now I'm on the couch the next few weeks or at least until Olivia gets here.

My little shadow has been sticking by my side every night.
And I know what your thinking...OMG is she crazy? She has white couches? Yes, I have white couches and a black dog. Before you freak, it's not that bad. They are slipped covered and easy to take care of. About every other month (or when they are looking rough) I throw them in the wash with a little bleach and they come out new looking. Plus, we don't allow our dogs on the furniture, so that helps. Now I just need to keep the hubby off the furniture and they will never have to be washed.

37 weeks

I went to the doctors this morning and I won't lie...I was hoping they would say this baby was ready to come out and send me to the hospital. Unfortunately, no such luck. We're still where we should be size wise and she is evidently in no rush.

We have learned during the past two visits that baby girl does not like to be bothered. Every time they try to hear her heartbeat, she won't stop moving enough for them to hear it very long. It takes about ten minutes for them to get an accurate reading. Today David and the doctor had a good laugh watching my stomach go up and down as she moved around. I'm hoping this means she likes to sleep and doesn't like to be bothered. Wishful thinking, right?

So, I won't lie. Now that she is considered full term, I am praying for her to come soon and not feeling any guilt about it. I really want her here with me now. I'm ready for her.

In other news not even related, the weather here the past few days has been wonderful. The highs have been in the 70's and it has been nice. I feel like I shouldn't be enjoying it so much since it has been overcast and gloomy, but I am. Hopefully, it means fall will be here soon!!!