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Okay...so this is the point in my pregnancy where I ask my family and friends to play the guessing game. Guess the weight and length of our expecting baby! You can guess the sex as well if you wish to. I know that several people have a disadvantage because they cant see me in person. So I'll try to fill in as best as possible some growth information. Rule- Once you submit your 'guess' you cant change it.
I have 7 weeks left I've gained 14lb...so far I'm 40" around my belly(measuring standing up and starting and ending at the navel) I feel like this baby is larger than miss Audrey was This baby IS more active I have horrible back pains Cravings are the same as with Audrey, pineapple, watermelon, fruit in general... I have more energy with this child (but that might be because I get naps) ----I'll try to fill in more, if I think of anything...you can ask questions if you want-----
Peter took these photos for me this morning 07.02.09 They are blurry but Peter was all I had to take the photos and there wasn't much light early this morning... and yes, I know I look swollen and horrible, but in my defense.... I'm pregnant and just woke up.
So you can submit your guess as soon as you would like...you can call, or text, or email me..weebird@yahoo.com, or leave it on my facebook, or myspace. As soon as I get most of the family's answers I'll post them on another blog. Good luck and good guessing!
.....and No, Faisal, I havn't had my second sonogram yet, I do that this Tuesday(please everyone pray) and I'm pretty sure I will not get a peek at the baby's sex...once you ask for it to be a secret the nurse makes it to were nothing gets noticed.
So, I know it's been a while since I posted, but with good reason, our computer has been unplugged and to the side while our home got loved on.
Ya'll know (or you may not) that I have been wanting my walls painted to brighten up the space in both the living room, and the guest bedroom/studio. Peter has been wanting a 'bigger, better telly,' but I wouldn't agree saying 'If you want a big telly, I want my walls painted.' This has been going on for months, and months (I even got an estimate for the cost of my 'remodeling').
Finally Peter saw an offer he couldn't refuse for his 'big, bad telly.' Sooo, that means since he got his telly... I get my remodeling. Right? Of course right.
So my walls are painted a nice ecru. So happy!!
So while I'm sitting here, admiring my walls, petting them every now and then; Peter is playing Star Wars the FORCE unleashed with his cordless controller on his 42" TV... aka "The BBAT"... "The Big Bad Ass Telly."
Audrey's sick. She hasn't been able to keep anything in...both ways, for three days. Her skin on her bottom is raw, and I can't hold her enough.
I've been trying to let her run around naked, so that her skin can heal faster...but that just means I have to follow her with my bottle of carpet cleaner.
She wants her mummy, she wants her daddy. She wants us both to hold her at the same time.
I'm tired, and I hurt for my daughter.
She woke up extremely early this morning. I cleaned her up while she cried. Took off her clothes, and let her fall asleep on top of me. I was relieved that she didn't make a mess on me in her sleep.
After she woke up, her bottom looked better, she no longer cried when I gently touched her. She still wouldn't eat though, but she wanted to see her grandparents, and my Mimi, who is over for the weekend, so we went for a visit.
She was happy to see them, had more energy. Ate some watermelon, a boiled egg, and a cherry tomato from Papa's garden...then before we went home she threw it all up. My poor baby.
I went to what Audrey calls "Daddy's home" (Peter's work) and let her see him. He gave me money to buy some Gatorade, pedialyte, soup, and crackers. Maybe she can keep that down.
She fell asleep on the way home, and is sleeping on the couch now. I should sleep too, but I'm to busy watching her. My poor baby.
My daughter has an eye infection. Which she got from her cousins. Which she gave to me.
Audrey woke up early Monday morning, walked into the kitchen where I was, pointed to her eye, and said "Mummy, eye needs vitamins." It was all red and caked in gunkiness. I did the best I could with it. Then I woke up this morning and my vision was blurry in my right eye. My eye healed up by noon, but now both of Audrey's eyes are infected. I had an appointment with the doctors this morning and got a prescription for Audrey's eye. She is amazingly really good with letting me put the drops in her eyes. I'm impressed.
My doctor told me that next appointment(three weeks from now) their going to do another sonogram. Their afriad I may(still) have placenta praevia . So pray for me, because that would really suck. That would mean I would have to get a c-section...even worse..that means I'm going to have to get needles all in me. Plus...it cost more money to get a c-section.
Anyway, please, please, please, keep me in your prayers.
I woke up early this Saturday morning, exercised, got myself and Audrey dressed, and headed to San Antonio with my husband. I was lucky that my husband already feed Audrey and gave her juice. We were on an early schedule because Peter had to go to work at 1pm.
Our reason for going to San Antonio was to buy a infant car seat for the new baby. I could of held off buying it, but I had a nice coupon for 15% off any car seat at Babies 'R Us, and it expired in 5 days.
It was all going well...well, except for Audrey constant whining..."Daddy I want out. Mummy my window is broke (child lock on). Where's my juice? Where is Foo Foo? Mummy Mummy Mummy, Daddy Daddy Daddy..." I We were so aggravated, she is hardly every like that unless she needed a nap, and she just woke up. She kept asking to get out, pulling at her straps. Peter and I were (okay Peter was) engrossed in a disagreement/discussion about Iran so we mostly ignored her.
Finally we got to the town of Comfort, stopped at a stop sign before we hit the highway, when Audrey says "Mummy...?" As I look back to answer her call... Blah! Orange liquid. My daughter was vomiting... Peter and I look at each other and then back at Audrey as another round hits her. I didn't do anything thinking we would turn back around and go to the gas station just 4o yards away... when what does my husband do..? He pulls on to the highway back on track?!?!? This causes an argument, which has been apologized for on both parts... but really? Come on.
So he finally pulls over and we clean Audrey and the car seat up because mummy always keeps spare Audrey clothes, and she has Lysol cleaning wipes, and two plastic bags, one for trash the other for throw up clothes.
We head back on course. Halfway there, she coughs and throws up some more. So while Peter is still driving (remember we had to get back before 1) I climb in the back (big belly and all) and sit with her holding the plastic bag, ready for her to vomit again, which she does.
Peter states that Audrey is doing good and hasn't thrown up since our trip to Scotland... but then I had to correct him because she has thrown up several times on the windy road to our mechanics house. I think it a little funny or familiar because I have always been the one to get car sick... always. Peter and I laughed about it and keep driving. My stomach started to hurt, so I started to be grumpy towards Peter, but we were nearly there, so I tried to just breath. We were about 60 yards away when "Peter you need to pull over NOW!" Just then I put the bag under Audrey's mouth, she vomits, then under my mouth, I vomit. Then hers, then mine, hers, then mine.... Peter's freaking out. "Why are you sick now?!" I joke in between gags... "It's your Scottish driving." Finally he pulls over and I get decorate the ground with my breakfast.
Peter cleans Audrey up (again) and we put on another outfit (again), and mummy has vomit on her pants...yay!
Peter laughs.."Lets hope the next one is more like me."
One of my Photo's made it!!! I'm so excited. Now all I have to do is get it printed and framed. The frame sizes are 22X28 - Max 11X14 - Minimum. I'm probably going to go somewhere in between. Now everyone needs to cross their fingers and pray that it sells for a great price....I still don't know what to set it at. I'm going to see what the other photographers price their art at. Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement!
Just got back from our weekend holiday, and let me tell you, our family had a blast!
My parents (so sweetly) rented a four bedroom, three bath house on the lake, near Marble Falls. A place, to relax, swim, and fish. The whole family went. Mom & dad, Destinee & Russell, and their 8. Caleb & Mariah, and of course my wee family.
There were plenty of couches for the kids to sleep on and each adult/couple got a room. There was a pool table, air hockey, Foosball. A huge shower and a jacuzzi bath. Unfortunately, I started to swell, so I look horrible in the photos.
Here's our room- where I took the photo was a couch Sparrow slept on.
My dad has a little john boat, and he bought a motor for it. Peter took Sparrow and I for a ride, Pete sat in the back, while we sat in the front. It was so much fun. Audrey loved seeing the turtles and ducks in the water, as well as a crane! On the way back Pete drove the boat on top of the landing dock, and seeing as Peter and the motor weighed more than Audrey and I, water began to flood the back. Peter yelled for Audrey and I to jump out of the boat and into the water. I reacted to slowly, so He lifted Audrey and I (she was on my lap) out of the boat and we where in the water. The boat was doing the 'Titanic' until it flipped on top of Audrey and I trapping us underneath it. My 'mummy instinct' kicked in, all I could think of was Audrey and I pushed her underneath it before it brought us both down with it. She had a life vest on and I knew she would be able to swim herself to the dock or some helping hands. The boat knocked me hard on the head, but I was able to swim underneath it. I think Peter may have lifted it up. As soon as I got from underneath it I saw Audrey swim back towards me crying and screaming 'mummy,mummy! Papa help!' she clung on to me, but by this time I realized the rope to tie the boat to the dock was wrapped around my neck, and I thought it would pull me down at any second so I kept yelling for 'Someone get Audrey!' My dad came rushing up and grabbed her and helped me onto the dock. I unwrapped the rope and helped pull the boat up. The motor wasn't harmed. All we lost was a full 'snapple peach tea.' Audrey kept talking about how sorry she was that the boat was yucky and telling everyone what happened. I'm just grateful my Sparrow and Peter are okay.
I caught the most fish out of everyone. Peter nearly caught the biggest...but his line snapped from the weight. Overall we had a nice relaxing time....You know it was the first weekend my husband has had off since we went to Scotland nearly a year ago. It was so nice just to have him for a few days.
I have a few photos from our holiday in the Album 2009.
I had an disagreement with my mother this evening. She has a painting I like and I tried to calm it for the will. I came across offensive, without meaning to, and things just went from there. Some way or another I ended up looking or seeming ungrateful. I made her think, that I was kid that never got anything. I dont feel that way.
Truth is without my mother my family would have much less. My dad always said he wish for his roof to be my foundation. In other words to have more than what he had.
Peter would be working even more to provide what my father and mother already provided for us from their kind hearts. Starting from our wedding my parents and my grandmother gave us what we have. Just thinking about how it could have been makes me feel so humble and undeserving. We would have no refrigerator, no washer or dryer. No furniture to clam, but for a small kitchen table(we're about to get rid of) I got and an outside chair Peter bought.
We have a beautiful dining table with six chairs. We have lovely parlor furniture including a couch I love. A bed with sheets and blankets. We have living room furniture, and paintings. Crystal tea glasses, and silverware, plates and bowls. All provided by my family. We would have nothing, but some books, our clothes, and a few pictures I kept over the years.
Then when I had Audrey they loved me unconditionally. Peter was saving all our money to try and get a suitable car for us. We had just enough money to keep the refrigerator full. I had three outfits for my daughter when she was born. My family lavished us with help once again. I had a closet full of clothes for my daughter now, all sizes. Not only that but they provided a crib, with bedding and sheets. They provided a highchair a stroller and a car seat, twice, and infant one and her now toddler one. So much more that I can't think of.
For all that Peter works, for how good he is with our money, with how little we spend of 'frivolous' things like going 'out' to eat. We would still have so much less if it wasn't for their love and devotion.
Even as a child it was this way. I was the girl in school labeled the 'poor kid' but I never understood it because they always found a way to give 'us kids' what we needed. How much I took my fathers endless working for granted, or my mother constant struggle to make us just as deserving, and equal as the 'richer' kids.
How needy, whiny and ungrateful I must look, for expecting more. How greedy and hoardish can I get?
I feel so sorry and sad when I think about the times I expect my mother to watch Audrey so that I can go out. Or when I don't bother to greet my father warmly, knowing it makes him feel loved.
I wish to let go of all the bitterness and hatred I have for what wrong has been done to me. Instead so much more good and kind things have happened...why cant I focous on that and be kind myself.
I pray that I can accomplish this. Accomplish being more loving and grateful and compassionate.
and to my family...thank you for what you sacrificed so that I may have.
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. So pray for me, because that would really suck. That would mean I would have to get a c-section...even worse..that means I'm going to have to get needles all in me. Plus...it cost more money to get a c-section.
