Monday, November 1, 2010

Simple Pleasures

Over the past five weeks, I've spent a lot of time simply enjoying Sophia. Sure, there have been plenty of moments of frustration, exhaustion and tears (me - not her). But fortunately, most of my time - or at least the times I remember most - have been full of joy, unbelievable love, and amazement that she is actually finally here.

Really, there are very few things I can think of that are better than cuddling up with my little girl while she sleeps on my chest. It makes all of the other not-so-great things disappear instantly. It's simply amazing.

While I've definitely been learning a lot these past five weeks, I think one of the most important things I've learned is to appreciate the little things. I had a relatively easy pregnancy, but with any pregnancy there are sure to be sacrifices - like, say, your entire wardrobe for instance. But over the past few weeks, I've slowly been regaining control of my body. After it's been inhabited for 9+ months, it takes some time to realize it's actually yours again. Some of the things I am loving the most right now are:

  • Bending/squatting/sitting/laying/moving of any sort without a basketball belly
  • Being able to wear my wedding band again
  • Sushi!
  • Caffeine - morning cup of coffee, oh how I've missed you!
  • Non-maternity clothes - granted, I have a long way to go to experience them all, but we're getting there
  • Not going to the bathroom 563 times a day
  • Being able to see the cheek bones in my face again - pregnancy fat face was certainly not a favorite of mine
  • Not being short of breath after doing simple tasks such as putting away the dishes

I'm not so crazy about being able to clean the toilets again. I'm still trying to think of a reason that it's "not safe" for me to breathe in those fumes anymore, but so far no luck.

Friday, October 15, 2010

She's Here!

Well, as most of you already know, Sophia is here!!!! I'm only about 3 weeks late in posting this, but that whole having a newborn thing has really taken up a lot of my time lately.

I've been wanting to share a little bit about Sophia's birth. It was extremely fast and caught me somewhat off-guard in the beginning, but the result was a beautiful, healthy baby girl. So here we go...

I went to the doctor for my regular weekly appointment the Thursday before Sophia was due on Wednesday. While I was there, they discovered that my blood pressure was extremely high. It hadn't been elevated at all during my pregnancy, so they were a bit concerned. After taking my BP several times with little to no change, the doctor told Herschel and I to wait for a little bit while they contacted the on-call doctor to see if he wanted to order any additional tests. During this time they also took my BP change. So, the doctor finally calls us into her office and says, "So, how would you like to have a baby this weekend?" I would've loved to have had a camera to catch the expression on both of our faces, because I'm pretty sure stunned doesn't quite cut it. Babbling idiots, dumbfounded, shocked...perhaps.

The doctor explained that since I was so close to my due date they didn't want to mess around with preeclampsia, and they wanted to induce. So we walked out of the doctor's office with our ticket to enter the hospital the next evening at 5 p.m. Of course, I had planned on cleaning the house really good one last time that weekend, so I wanted to get home and clean, not to mention get all of the boxes out of the guest room that my mom would be staying in. But that sort of work isn't really advised when you have sky-high blood pressure, so Herschel and I did the best we could on short notice. Oh, yeah, and I hadn't packed my hospital bag. Oops.

So after an harried evening to throwing things here and there and trying to make arrangements for my mom, who (thank goodness!) was able to change her flight from Monday to Friday, I woke up Friday morning and headed to the vet to drop off Oscar for his impromptu weekend of boarding and then to the church office to finish up some work there. Then we were off to West Palm to pick up my mom at the airport, before heading out for one last meal and over to the hospital.

As the doctor had explained it to us, I would be given something to get me ready for labor on Friday night, and then I would be started on Pitocin on Saturday morning and probably not have Sophia until Saturday afternoon or evening. So, I was ready for an evening of rest at the hospital. Hey, they had said sleeping pill, and after the couple of hours of sleep I had had the night before that was sounding reeeeaaally good.

So, I got my meds and was feeling pretty good. They explained that I might feel "crampy" Friday night, but the sleeping pill would help me sleep right through it and help me feel rested for the big day on Saturday. Well, let's just say all that sounded great in theory, but my body apparently had other plans.

Around midnight or so, I started having a lot of pain. I was past "crampy" and moving right into uncomfortable. The nurse came in and told me I needed to relax. Yep, this is when I knew that I had a horrible nurse and this would be one of the longest nights of my life.

The sleeping pill had absolutely no effect on me. So after about another hour of not sleeping and only increasing pain, Herschel called the nurse in again. At this point the nurse told me I was not handling the pain well and I just needed to relax...yeah, I thought bad thoughts about her. She finally told me that she would give me a half dose of pain medicine, which helped a great deal. Unfortunately the miracle drugs only lasted about an hour at which point I woke up with excruciating pain wrapping around my sides and running down my back.

Because the nurse had been so mean to me every time she had come into the room, and because I felt like a huge wuss because I thought that I was only supposed to be crampy, I refused to let Herschel call the nurse. All I kept telling Herschel was that if I couldn't handle this, how was I ever going to make it through labor?

Well, funny I should ask that, because as luck would have it, I was, in fact, in labor. After some time of me being in a ton of pain (which turned out to be intense back labor) Herschel went and got the nurse without me knowing. She came in and turned on the monitor that she had turned off because she thought I was watching it and thinking my contractions were worse than they actually were. (By the way, I was paying no attention to the monitor, but maybe she should've been.) Anyway, she turned it on and decided that now would be a good time to check my progress.

Imagine her surprise as she said, "You're like 9 centimeters! But, I think I need to have someone else come in here and check you to make sure, because that just seems fast." Well, a much nicer and from what I could tell more experienced nurse came in and checked me and quickly said, "You're ready."

At that point I was flooded with a range of emotions, perhaps most prominent though was one of vindication. That nurse had me thinking that I was weak, crazy and whiny when really I was in labor! And I had dilated from 1 cm to "ready" in approximately three hours. I thought many more bad thoughts about her at that point. And again when she said, "Oh, well maybe that's why your body was shaking. Maybe it was because you were going so fast." Ya think?

Both nurses came over and asked if I wanted an epidural to which I immediately cried, "YES!" Well, within about 30 seconds they realized that wouldn't be possible and told me that there was no time. (Meanest. Joke. Ever.) They began pulling in tables and gowns and all sorts of things. And then I realized that I had to push. The mean nurse didn't really acknowledge my statement, so the nice nurse and Herschel held my legs as I pushed and my water broke. At that point I think the mean nurse realized that Sophia and I meant business. So, trying to comfort me (I guess?) she said, "Don't worry the doctor will be here soon. He lives really close to the hospital." Seriously!?! I am in labor - pushing nonetheless - and you tell me that the doctor is not even in the building?? I could've gone without knowing that.

But I had no time to dwell on that statement because I had to push again. After pushing a couple of times the mean nurse opened her mouth again and said, "Oh, you're a really good pusher. But don't worry the doctor should be here soon." I wish I had had some duct tape to shut her up at that point. With another push they could see the head. Still no doctor. Mean nurse says, "It's okay, just do some small pushes." To this I replied through clenched teeth, "I can't do small pushes!" The nice nurse patted my arm and told me it was okay and just to do what I needed to do. Finally, someone with some sense! Mean nurse was at it again saying, "Well, we aren't going to deliver this baby. I'm not going to get yelled out. We'll just have to wait until the doctor gets here." If she had been in arms reach at the point, I'm fairly sure I would've caused her bodily harm.

But about that time, the door to the room opened and in walked the doctor. He walked up the bed, took a look at me, looked at Herschel, and said matter of factly, "We're going to have a baby." And sure enough we did - about 5 minutes after he arrived.

All 8 lbs. 19 1/2 in. of Sophia Grace Acosta arrived at 4:49 a.m. on September 25. How lucky and blessed we are!

It's definitely been a learning process, and I'm sure it will continue to be everyday for the rest of our lives, but it's a joyous one. We are so thankful that our little family of two has finally become a family of three. We love her beyond words. I can't wait to see where life takes us from here - and I'm so glad that Sophia is a part of that life now.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Almost Ready

I am due two weeks from Wednesday! (Praise the Lord!) And we are slowly but surely getting everything ready for Sophia. Most importantly, we've got her room almost completely finished. It has definitely been a work in progress for a long time. But I am really happy with the way it's all turned out. The pictures aren't great, but here are a few to give you an idea. Hope you like it!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

September 8...The Non-Event

Well, I'm still very much pregnant.

If you will remember, this was the date of my original due date. That's right, I won the pregnancy lottery and got two due dates! I went around for many weeks thinking today would be the goal, the end, the finish line. But then, I had my first ultrasound, and I heard these words: "Oh, no, you're way off." (Emphasis on the "way".) At first I was excited, thinking I could be due sooner than anticipated. But, as the ultrasound tech's words came out of her mouth one by one, they each took a sledgehammer to my finish line and demolished it. "You're like three weeks off. You're not due until the end of September. In fact, your new due date is September 29." Twenty-one long days. Ouch. Wind out of my sail.

I spent the first few days very confused, and hoping that nothing was wrong. But as the pregnancy progressed everything looked fine. We'd just experienced one big miscalculation. So, here we are at 37 weeks. And now, I'm actually glad to have a few more weeks to finish getting things ready. While I know that if the 8th had been my due date all along, I would be more prepared than I am now, at this point, I can't even imagine having everything finished by today.

Most importantly, from all accounts, I have a healthy baby girl developing inside of me. And if a few more weeks is what she needs to be perfect before she's ready to meet this world, then I am okay with that. But I will be the first to admit that I've started telling her daily that if she wants to come a couple of days early - heck, I'd even be okay with a week early - she is more than welcome to.

However, if my doctor's appointment this morning is any indication, she's not paying attention. While she is still head down (Way to go, Sophia!), she still has her butt nestled right under my rib cage. I see quite a few long walks in my future. As the doctor said today, "let gravity help you out." Never have I ever been such a huge fan of gravity as I am today. Three cheers for gravity!

So, while today is not the special day in my life that it once was, I'm thankful to know that all is well with my little girl. She's moving a lot, has a good strong heartbeat, and seems to be growing right on track. I guess I can wait 21 more days - give or take a day or two...or more - to meet her, but that doesn't mean that I'm not more anxious than ever to hold this sweet little baby in my arms.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Don't Mean to be the Bearer of Bad News, but...

Last weekend was dedicated to all things Sophia. We have made it our goal to finish up all of our little projects within the next few days or so, since I'm due in just 3 1/2 short weeks. On a side note, that is just so hard to believe - takes my breath away every time I think about it!

So, one of the projects I had been dreaming up had to do with painting a few canvases to go over the changing table. One small problem though - I am horribly unartistic. However, I did marry one of the most determined people in the world. And that is where the title for this blog entry comes from.

After finishing the first or second canvas, I was getting sort of proud of myself. I was shocked that they were actually turning out the way I wanted them to and we didn't have to spend hardly anything on them. So, upon admiring my work, I said something like, "Wow, I can't believe my idea is actually working! I think it might not look too bad after all!" To which my sweet, loving husband replied bluntly and without hesitation, "You have good ideas. You just have no confidence at all." Then after he realized that he had blurted that out, he looked up and smiled, saying "I mean, I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but it's true."

How's that for honesty? I was actually stunned for a minute. Until I realized he was absolutely right. I always give him a thousand reasons for why we can't do something, and then he responds by ignoring all of them and showing me how we can do it. I guess that means we are good at balancing each other out.

So, here are a few pictures from my art project. Expect more nursery photos to come. We are so close to having it all finished, and I am so pleased with the way it has turned out. I can't wait to share it with everyone.

For now, enjoy these photos. I pulled the flower from Sophia's bedding, and then did it in the four main colors in her bedding and room.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Are You Still There?

To the 4-5 of you out there who actually read this, I apologize. I somehow fell off the face of the blogosphere for about two months. I actually laughed to myself a bit when I saw that my last post was about me being 24 weeks along. I am now almost 34 weeks! And trust me, there has been much expanding. One day, if I can find one that I feel semi-comfortable with, I might post a picture again. But no promises.

So, what have I been doing during my 10 week absence? So glad you asked. Unfortunately, I don't have a great answer, but I do feel like I've been very busy. A couple of weeks ago I flew to Arkansas for my first baby shower. Herschel then drove from Florida to Arkansas to retrieve me and our loot. He was able to stay for a couple of days before we made the trek back to the Sunshine state. It was a long, hot, swollen drive, but it was nice for us to be able to sit and talk - a lot - with very few distractions. Something we don't get to do very often. And something that I'm sure will be even more allusive in the months to come.

One of the things we talked about on our drive was how blessed we are. I mean, here we were driving 1,000 miles back home with a car full of presents from family and friends who love us and want to help us celebrate this incredible miracle that is occurring in our lives. It's humbling to experience people loving on you in such a selfless way - and thankfully, that realization did not escape us. I hope Sophia grows up to know just how loved she is as well, not just by us, but by this amazing group of people we have surrounding us. Simply put, we are blessed.

Once we returned from Florida, I felt like I slept for about 3-4 days straight. I was wiped out, and somehow just could not bring myself to function like a semi-normal person for about a week. I tried, trust me. But my body just had other ideas. Once I did re-enter the real world, I had to catch up on life - the house needed to be cleaned, laundry need to be washed, groceries desperately needed to be purchased and combined into some form of sustenance. Just the everyday stuff. But each thing was at its most extreme.

Then, we started childbirth classes. Yep, I had nightmares after our last class. No. Joke. Can't wait until tomorrow night when we get to go back and learn more. Yikes! I just hope I can sleep through the night tomorrow. These classes definitely make me question the phrase "Knowledge is power." I'm becoming a huge advocate for the "Ignorance is bliss" movement. And for any of you who know Herschel, you won't be surprised to know that he is loving every moment of the classes. He's soaking it alllll in. Any excuse to learn something... I just sit there willing him not to ask any embarrassing questions or make any mortifying comments - both of which are very real possibilities with him. (Of course, he would disagree with this statement.) But so far, so good. Although we have two classes left, and that's plenty of time for him to come up with something.

Finally, nesting is in full effect around the Acosta household. I sort of had my doubts about that whole phenomenon, but that is the only thing that can explain the flurry of activity that has been going on around our house lately. And Herschel has not been spared. In fact, he may be almost worse than I am. Not kidding. And he will admit it. We are are cleaning/organizing/getting-stuff-done machines!

Almost all of Sophia's laundry is done, and I'm working on organizing and reorganizing her closet and dresser. Our garage is pretty much spotless. We cleaned out several garbage bags full of stuff last weekend from around the house. Things are happening! We even started a craft project last weekend for Sophia's room, and I have to say, I'm pretty proud of ourselves. I found a couple of ideas online that I liked for her walls, but they were mucho dinero. So, my DIY'er husband convinced me that we could in fact DIY, or in this case DIO (do it ourselves). I have been shocked at how easy it's been - and how much money we've saved! I've been taking pictures of the whole process, and I'll definitely post some when we are finished. But now I feel like a whole new door has been opened. I'm not buying anything I could make ever again! At least that's how I feel this week. Check back in, oh, say, 6-7 weeks when I have a newborn.

I hope that's accounted for at least a little bit of the time I've slacked off from this blog. I'm going to try to be better in the coming weeks. I can't believe that we are down to only 6 more weeks from Wednesday until my due date. It seems as if I'm stuck in this weird in-between place where time is both speeding by and going in slow motion all at the same time. For most things, waiting 6 weeks, seems like an eternity, but when you start talking birth, the whole perspective shifts. And throw into the mix that that whole 6 week mark, isn't necessarily a firm date (it could be less!), and that will really mess with this pregnant lady's brain. Don't get me wrong, I can not wait. But with the excitement comes a bundle of other emotions. And list-making and organizing will only soothe so much.

So before I dwell on those emotions too much longer, I will leave you with a few photos from the shower. Enjoy!

Three of the five hostesses. All dear, dear friends who I am incredibly grateful for. They've each impacted my life in a great big way, and helped shape me into the person I am today. I love them!

Can you sense just how awkward we all feel about taking this picture?

Super cute, and maybe some of the most delicious cupcakes ever. I mean, really, they deserve their own post. So cute and so good. Seriously.

Me with some burp cloths. But not just any burp cloths. These were made by the sister of a friend of mine who has started her own business. She is so talented. You should check her out at: You can even see Sophia's burp cloths on there. So cute!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

24 Weeks

Well, here I am again. Although last time I posted a picture on here, the next day I found out I was three weeks behind my estimated due date. All I can say is, that better not happen again.
If it did, I'm pretty sure I would set some sort of record for world's longest pregnancy. But let's be honest, I'm not looking to set any records.
I'm getting bigger day by day, and also hotter (temperature, not looks...clearly). It is going to be a loooong summer. But I am thankful to have easy access to both a pool and a little thing called the Atlantic Ocean - two bodies of water I will be frequenting over the next few months.
So, anyone who's looking for a vacation in South Florida, feel free to join me and Sophia. But for now just bask in our beauty...ha.

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Name Game

I apologize for my long absence. To be honest, I'm not sure where I've been. But it feels like the weeks are really starting to fly by. I had to take a deep breath the day I saw the calendar flip from May to June. June??!!!? Really? That means it's summer, and summer means it's just about time to have this baby! Perhaps, that's a slight exaggeration, but that's definitely how I felt during my first few waking hours of June 1.

But, with the minor panic attack aside, our house has been full of excitement. Things are really starting to happen, and it's making this whole process seem so much more real. It's tough to deny the inevitable when you've got a crib sticking out of the room formerly known as the guest bedroom. Beautifully, it's now being called the nursery. And as soon as we move the queen-sized bed out of there, it will soon start looking like one - and I can't wait!

And, now for the 1-2 people who don't already know, I'd like to introduce this little girl by name....

Sophia Grace Acosta

It was actually a fairly easy process for us. For some reason, Herschel has always known that if he had a little girl, he wanted to name her Sophia. And, frankly, I have no objections to that. Another big plus, is that both of our families can pronounce Sophia. Laugh it up, but it's true. You have no idea what an ordeal that is. But yet it's important. In fact, we might just have to name any other kids we have Sophia also, just so we don't have to come up with any other pronunciation-neutral names. I kid....sort of.

Her middle name, Grace, is a name I've always loved. It was also my great-grandmother's name, which I just think is kind of cool. But when you put her name together it will mean "wisdom and grace." (Sophia means "wisdom.") And that is definitely our prayer for her - that she will grow into a woman full of wisdom and grace. No pressure, right?

We are so anxious to meet Sophia and learn all about her personality, her likes and dislikes, her strengths and weaknesses. But for now, we are enjoying feeling all of her kicks and punches. One thing that is already very evident about her is that she is definitely a squirmy little booger. The doctor mentioned that even before we'd ever seen an ultrasound of her. Even when they were trying to get her heartbeat the first time, she would barely hold still long enough to hear it for more than a couple of seconds. And that first prediction by the doctor has been confirmed in all of our ultrasounds. Every tech has commented on how much she moves around. And as she has gotten bigger and stronger I get to feel (and see!) evidence of that as well.

That has been by far one of my favorite parts of pregnancy. Being able to feel her move is absolutely amazing. And it's even more special now that Herschel can feel her, too. I love sitting in bed at night watching my belly bulge or twitch in one place or another as she moves around. It's funny, but it's also so reassuring, just knowing that there's life in there. So that makes me not mind when I get woken up by a swift kick in the side, because I know it's just Sophia saying, "Hey, mom, I'm still here!" As if my growing belly, sciatica, leg cramps and constantly full bladder would ever let me forget.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Looks Like Someone's Getting a Little Spoiled...

We were able to spend last weekend up in Orlando at Disney World, and we had such a great time! It was a wonderful - and much-needed - getaway. On Saturday, we spent the day with Herschel's college roommate and his family. It was so much fun to see Disney through his kids' eyes. It definitely made me very anxious to be able to take our baby girl there one day.

On a side note, the 4 year old son of Herschel's college roommate had the best line of the weekend. After questioning me about being pregnant, I told him that the baby was still in my belly. Immediately upon hearing this, his eyes got huge and concern spread over his face as he sternly told me, "You need to get married!" Ha! I love it! He's adorable!! Once I cleared up my marital status, we covered what hospital I would be going to and when. He was very concerned that I get this baby out of my belly in a timely and efficient manner.

Then on Sunday, another couple who went to college with Herschel was in town, and we were able to spend the afternoon with them. Apparently it was Texas A&M reunion weekend at Disney. So sorry for all those Aggies who didn't know. Maybe next year.

We spent Saturday at the Magic Kingdom and Sunday eating our way through Epcot. We have two more days left on our passes, and we are already plotting our return.

We bought nothing (besides a lot of very unhealthy food) for ourselves, and only gave in to one thing for baby girl Acosta. But over the past few weeks and months, she's already becoming quite spoiled. The one item we bought was our first "Baby's First Christmas" ornament. I just couldn't resist all of the cute pinkness and baby Minnie on top.
But lucky for us, we haven't had to do much spoiling of our own. We are fortunate to have friends and family to do that for us. Herschel's friends brought us a whole goody bag full of Disney-themed gifts that would make any baby girl smile. And my mom surprised me by ordering a really cute diaper bag that I'd had my eye on. It just arrived today, and I'm in love with it! Here are just a few pictures of some of our baby girl's loot.

Front of a onesie from Herschel's friends, along with a little rattle.

Back of the onesie - I just love this little bow!

Photo album

Diaper bag!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

How Should I Put This...

First things, first - we're having a GIRL!!!

We couldn't be more excited! Herschel has wanted a little girl for forever, and with two grandsons already, his family is ready for a granddaughter/niece.

But here's where is gets a little weird...while I was having the ultrasound done today, the technician asked me how sure I was of my dates. I told her that I was pretty certain. And she responded, "Well, hmm, because you're way off." Let me tell ya, that's not exactly what I was expecting to hear.

As it turns out, based on the measurements they took today, it looks like I'm only 16 weeks pregnant - not 19. Yep, that's almost an entire month off. But, fortunately, everything looked good and healthy on the ultrasound. We will, however, be having another ultrasound done in three weeks, when I should actually be 19 weeks....not 16, like I apparently am now.

So that puts my new due date at September 29 instead of September 8. I told Herschel that I felt like I got tackled when I was almost halfway there and got pushed back a month. But it really doesn't matter to me, just as long as we have a healthy, happy baby. We are so blessed and we absolutely can not wait to meet our new little girl.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

19 Weeks

Okay, so I've been hounded long enough that I finally gave in. Here I am in all my glory. It's actually a pretty horrible picture, but just look at the bump and ignore everything else. Also, we should have exciting news to report tomorrow!!! I have my ultrasound tomorrow afternoon, so we will soon know whether we're having a little girl or a little boy. I can't wait to find out. I have a feeling it will be a sleepless night.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

It's Happening far as I'm concerned, I officially became pregnant last Friday. I'm serious. I had gone from numerous people questioning my due date/how far along I was (including the med student who helped out at my doctor's appointment on Thursday!), to waking up with a baby bump. I was so stunned, I just laid there and yelled for Herschel to come back into the bedroom.

He was amazed, too. But maybe for a slightly different reason. See, the past month or so, I've only been feeling pressure or flutters or anything really on the right side of my abdomen. I asked the doctor about it, and she said it was totally normal. And I had even been told that babies typically pick a side and favor that side throughout the majority of the pregnancy, or until they begin to run out of space. So, what we saw on Friday morning was indeed a baby bump, but it was a completely lopsided bump. It basically looked like somebody had stuffed a Nerf football into the right side of my stomach.

I thought it was pretty funny. I figured that was why I had only been feeling anything on that side; and sure enough, after some good, old-fashioned Googling, any questions I might've had were answered. From what I could tell, it's fairly typical. But I still find it kind of hilarious to lay on my back and see the right side of my belly sticking out about an inch farther than my left side.

But since Friday, I've had to find new and longer shirts, and yesterday, I was actually told that I finally looked pregnant. I'll consider that a compliment. :) It may not be a huge belly, but I'm glad to have more proof of a human residing in there.

And speaking of proof, we have our ultrasound exactly ONE WEEK from today!! So, hopefully I will be writing next week to tell all of you whether we're having a boy or a girl! We absolutely can not wait to find out! The time is flying by and we are getting more and more excited everyday. We're both so ready to make this new change in our lives more of a reality. And seeing more proof of it over the past few days has only made Herschel and I more anxious to meet this little one. He or she is already so loved!

And on a side note - thank you to everyone for your advice, support and encouragement, after my mini-meltdown during my last post. It's still overwhelming, just because it's going to be, but I am feeling better. I think I might just make it through after all!

Monday, March 22, 2010

A Little Overwhelmed

So, I thought I was doing a good thing last week by deciding to sit down and make a list of things we will need for this baby. Basically, I was wanting to divide things up into categories - must have's, want's, and don't really need it's. Well, apparently that is easier said than done. Because this hormone-crazed pregnant lady ended up on the verge of a break down.

How do you know what you really need? How do you know what's THE best? And when is it alright not to have the very best? What's a waste of money? And what makes you a horrible parent if you don't have it because you thought it was a waste of money? I could barely function.

I had also just been asked for about the third time in less than a week what the "theme" of my nursery is. I. Have. No. Flippin. Idea. And, at the risk of sounding like a complete moron, I didn't really know that I needed one. Yep, I said it. I just thought I could find things I liked and put them together. Maybe I'm wrong about that, too.

So, I found myself aimlessly clicking through websites getting more and more frustrated by not knowing what I thought I should know. I kept on picturing all of these other pregnant women and young mom's who seem to have it all together, while I clearly don't. They probably had their nursery theme picked out long before they saw the little pick positive appear on the stick.

I'm calmer now, but still a little concerned about how to know what to spend money on and what to skip. I've decided all major nursery decor decisions can wait until after we at least know whether we're having a boy or a girl. That way, I will only have half as many options to decide between. But, basically what I'm saying is, advice is welcomed, encouraged and begged for. I know this is the first of many rants/freak outs I will have. Some founded, many more not. But I guess that just means I'm transforming into a Mom, and if that's the case, I guess I'm okay with it.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Looks like I spoke a little too soon

Oops! So, my previous post was basically a love letter to my new toothpaste, which I thought was going to see me through my pregnancy. Well, here's some funny news. Turns out, I'm allergic to it. Yep. After brushing my teeth the other morning, I looked in the mirror and realized I looked like either a clown, or a child who had tried to put on bright red lipstick. I had a red ring all the way around my lips. Thankfully, it faded.

Being hard-headed, I tried the toothpaste again that night. I had just told Herschel about what had happened that morning and that I was going to give it one last try. And sure enough, red ring around my lips - particularly in the corners of my mouth.

So I get in bed, and say, "See, I can't keep using this, I look like a clown." Herschel looks up and immediately says, "Oh geez, yeah, you can't use that anymore!" After realizing he'd been rather harsh, he tried to soften his reply by saying, "You don't look like a look like the Joker!" Sorry, ladies. He's all mine. Such an encourager. So, now it's back to the toothpaste drawing boards for me.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I love my...

Crest Whitening Expressions Cinnamon Rush Toothpaste.

And not for the reason you might think. While it works well, it's not as if I all of a sudden have magically whiter teeth - I wish. No, I am in love with this newfound toothpaste because for the first time in a couple of months, I can brush my teeth without gagging.

While I haven't had a ton of morning sickness (thank goodness!), I have had a few food aversions since I've been pregnant. And one of those apparently was minty toothpaste. Without going into too much detail, let's just say, when you can't finish brushing your teeth without rushing to the toilet or nearest trashcan, it sort of defeats the purpose of brushing your teeth. Sorry for that, but it's the truth.

So the other day, I went in search of some non-mint toothpaste, which was surprisingly more difficult than I thought it would be. There are lots of different types of mint, but somehow I knew that wasn't going to do the trick. Finally, I found this Cinnamon Rush toothpaste. And I think I actually heard angels sing. It's taken some getting used to - imagine brushing your teeth with a stick of Big Red - but it's working! And frankly, that's all I care about at this point. I'm now looking forward to six more months of cinnamon-flavored, teeth-brushing bliss. Thank you, Crest!

Monday, March 8, 2010


I am so excited to finally be able to post this entry...we are expecting a baby!! We found out in late January, and the following weeks were a mixture of pure joy and a little bit of torture. Joy - obviously - because we are beyond thrilled to welcome this new little life into our world, and torture, because I wasn't quite ready to tell anyone yet. (I can keep a secret, I just don't like it.)

So we waited. However a couple of weeks ago, I had a good visit with the doctor and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat. What an incredible moment! There really are no words to fully describe the sensation I felt when the doctor finally located that steady, quick whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. I was amazed.

And honestly, I needed that little bit of confirmation. You hear that you're pregnant, and then aside from a little bit of nausea (I realize I was lucky!), constantly going to the bathroom, and a whole lot of exhaustion, there's no tangible sign. But that little heartbeat changed my mind in an instant.

That's when we decided to start sharing the news with everyone we know. And let me just tell you, it's been incredible to feel just how excited all of our friends and family are for us. Not only does it make us feel loved, but it's also encouraging to know just how loved this baby will be by those same people. I've often written about the difficulties of being so far away from friends and family, and I know this experience will not make any of that any easier. But I am so thankful for the messages, emails, phone calls, and texts sharing in this very special time for our family. It makes us feel not quite so far away. Thank goodness for technology!

Herschel and I are soaking up these moments. We've had a lot of days where we've just hung out together, not doing much of anything, but knowing we better enjoy these quiet days while they last. At the same time, we are trying to prepare as best as we can. My heart is full every night as I hear Herschel pray over this child. We are humbled by this immense blessing in our lives. While at times, it seems to be an overwhelming task, I'm trying to take it day by day. There will be plenty of time to freak out, and today is just not the day.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Coming Full Circle

On Valentine's Day it hit me. We've done this before. Not that this was somehow the very first time Herschel and I had celebrated Valentine's Day together, but rather, we'd celebrated it in Florida before. Last year.

While we weren't officially Florida residents at that point, Herschel was residing at the Hampton Inn & Suites in Fort Pierce, and had been since January 4 with only one or two trips back to Little Rock. And I was still at our house in Little Rock trying to keep everything in tip top shape, praying that it would sell, and sell quickly.

While that seems so long ago, it also seems impossible that we've been here almost a year now. I still find myself telling people, "Oh, we just moved March." So, I guess it finally sunk in on Valentine's Day because that was the first big event that we celebrated in Florida. And in true Floridian style, last year our V Day was spent beach-side. This year it was spent couch-side. Oh, how a year changes things.

But the fact is, a lot of things have changed in this past year. Most of it has been quite unexpected, but as I've said before on this blog, all of it has worked to bring Herschel and I closer together as a couple. It has been an amazing process. And while I'm praying that his next project takes us somewhat closer to friends and family, I don't think I would trade this year for anything. It hasn't been easy, and it certainly hasn't been predictable, but the people we've met and the adventures we've been on have made it all very worth while.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Airport Observations

Yes, I have long been absent from this blog and there's really no good excuse. All I can say is life simply got the best of me. One of these days I will post pictures from the holidays and maybe even tell a story or two, but for now I will leave you with a few observations. I'm sitting here at the airport in Baltimore on my way to Little Rock for a few days, and I've had a chance to catch up on one of my very favorite pastimes - people-watching. So, here are some of my observations so far. Enjoy!

1. I just saw a woman write a check at McDonalds. Last time I checked that was a FAST food establishment.

2. I love how the number of people who have southern accents increases as i get closer to home.

3. Some people truly think they are the only people watchng the tv in the waiting areas, and find it necessary to make completely inappropriate comments for the entire gate area to hear.

4. Three words: Cover. Your. Mouth.

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