A picture worth a thousand words…

That’s right, #3 is on his/her way!  Total surprise, totally unplanned.  Guess that’s what happens after your hubby is gone for a month! I might have had a minor freak out because (a) we only have 2 bedrooms on the main floor of our house and I thought we’d be moved into our newly built house by the time we had a baby #3 (b) I already had a size 4 bridesmaid dress in my closet for my sister’s January wedding and I’m pretty sure there’s no way in [you.know.where.] that my 6 month preggo belly is going to squeeze into that thing, (c) my due date is April 22nd….a mere 7 days after tax season ends…which means if this baby comes early my partners may want to kill me and (d) Micah man and this baby will be 26 months apart….which means there’s a good chance Micah man will still be in diapers and probably just in the swing of acting out his terrible twos!  Not to mention, Micah keeps me SO SO busy I thought it would be good to have an even bigger gap between he and the next one than we have between he and Makenzie!  Oh boy! 

The rest of this blog might be classified as TMI….so read on at your own risk. 

Saturday (Aug 20th) I got up thinking that my period should have started by now.  I was mildly annoyed by the fact it hadn’t because we were leaving the following Saturday for a 3 day camping trip….not what I wanted to be worried about while we were camping and tubing on the Niobrara River.  I thought then that I might be a day late but didn’t think much of it.  As the day went on, I realized I hadn’t even had any symptoms (i.e. cramping) which is pretty unusual…still didn’t think much of it though because I also hadn’t really had any pregnancy symptoms.  By late afternoon, I was beginning to get a little nervous so I got out the calendar….and then I freaked out.  I was an ENTIRE WEEK LATE….hello, this does not happen at least not to me, unless I am pregnant.   So I did what all rational people do….called one of my best friends.  Me: Uh Kim, what are you doing?  Kim: I’m at the mall with Connor. Me: Oh okay, I have a problem…..I think I’m pregnant.  Just what every friend wants to hear while they’re at the mall! Thank you Kim for helping me keep my sanity and assuring me that everything would be okay! 

I did tell Tom later that night (“uh….if I have earth shattering news, would you like to know??”), and then took a test the next day to confirm what I already knew.  BUT…we had to drive all the way to Kearney to get a test because I refused to buy on in Holdrege.  Well, I tried to buy one in town, but stupid Pamida keeps them behind a locked glass case…are you kidding me?!?!  Do you really think I’m going to go stand in a line of no less than 6 customers and then ask for a pregnancy test?  No thank you, I’ll drive to Kearney. 

Other than Kim my sister was the first to get to know…uh, Jenilea, how much do you love me?  Would you still love me if I had to wear a size 14 dress to your wedding?!?    Luckily, she said yes!  So that Monday morning I skipped out of work and drove straight to the bridal store to figure out what I needed to do about a dress.  Unfortunately, the answer really was order a size 14….its only 4 inches bigger in the belly than the size 4.  ugh!  The new dress is here and the lovely lady at the bridal store is prepared to work a miracle with this dress come December.  Three days later we finally let grandparents know…they got the frame with pictures at the beginning of the blog! 

One more funny thing….the week before I figured out I was pregnant, Makenzie told the babysitter her mom was going to grow a baby in her tummy (our babysitter is also pregnant), then two days later Makenzie asked me why my tummy was getting bigger…..I’m thinking this girl knew before I did!    She says we’re having a baby sister, so we’ll see just how much she knows….if she starts talking twins, I’m going to be scared!! 

Now we’re officially 10 weeks…had our first appointment today and had another minor panic attack when the doctor couldn’t find a heartbeat, but she did a quick ultrasound in the clinic and I got to see baby wiggling and bouncing around like a crazy kid!!  Nothing like seeing that tiny little perfectly formed human being  to make you thankful for the miracle growing in your belly!

What I’m Loving (this week)

Micah
* will FINALLY sit and read a book with me and it doesn’t even have to be a touch and feel book, we made it through Dr. Suess’ Foot Book three times today!
* won’t go to bed without kissing and hugging his sister….seriously, cutest thing ever!  He also loves to crawl in her bed and pretend he’s going to sleep there….tried it, it doesn’t work, but cute nonetheless!
* his enthusiasm every time he answers a question, whether it’s “are you ready for bed” or “do you want to go outside” the answer is almost always an cheerful “yah”…unless of course the answer is “uh-uh”
* tries to mimic EVERYTHING his sister does, her gymnastics moves, the way she spits her toothpaste out after she brushes her teeth, holds her stuffed animals…seriously Pete and Repeat.  Love it! 
* is cooking, cooking cooking….I love that he loves to help me cook, pretend he’s cooking…anything to do with cooking! 
* his love for EVERYTHING BOY –sticks, locust shells, anything he can turn into a weapon (although I don’t love it quite so much when he uses his new found “weapons” to beat his sister which also happens on a regular basis)
Makenzie
*  loves “bynastics”…and I love even more than she calls it “bynastics”
* has an uncanny ability to make her brother giggle – I love that she recognizes when he’s getting sick of the situation (particularly at the grocery store or any where else we might be shopping/running errands) and she goes into entertainment mode doing whatever she can to entertain Micah man.  The two of them laughing together is no doubt the best sound on earth! 
* is my favorite little helper!!  She loves to help with everything – she folds all the towels and washcloths on laundry days, she helps unload the dishwasher, cleans the lint trap on the dryer everytime we change loads of laundry, and LOVES to crack eggs when we’re cooking (which may or may not have meant daddy got egg shell in his birthday cake this week!)
* talks like she’s 3 going on 16….this week I’ve heard, “also,…” and “mom, I was going to tell you”
* tells me everyday “I love you and I like you….”
I think its safe to say I am blessed!! 

Growing Up Too Fast

How does it happen?  How did my "baby" Makenzie get big enough to go to gymnastics?  I managed to avoid all "big girl" things like preschool, for one more year but Makenzie decided this year that she wanted to do gymnastics, so we said goodbye to Kindermusik and signed her up.  Tonight was her first class and I was about in tears.  Pitiful, I know.  It's only a 45 minute class and she spends 9 hours on Mondays and Wednesdays in daycare....it's not the leaving her that gets me (although even after nearly 4 years of that it's still not easy), the thing that really gets me is just how grown up she is.  All of a sudden she's not even a toddler anymore (Micah man probably fits in that category....and I still think he's my baby)....she's a little girl.  A little girl who will start preschool next fall and Kindergarten the following year.  Oh my!  Time goes too fast! 

But it was super fun to watch her little gymnastics class and the smile on her face as she showed me all the things she learned was priceless! 

Have I mentioned lately that I love her?

Those of you that also stalk facebook have already seen this, but it’s too good to not share here too:

Makenzie: "I like to listen to God talk to me when I go to sleep."
Me: "Oh really, what does God say to you?"
Makenzie: "Well, last night when I was falling alseep God told me not to get up early or my mom would be crabby."

I had high hopes that Miss Makenzie would have another chat with God last night and we would all get to sleep in.  Not the case.  Might have had more to do with the promise of doughnuts this morning….but whatever the reason, she was up at 6:25 and was determined that she was not going back to sleep.  I managed to get her to snuggle with me for a whole 5 minutes before she decided she had to go potty and conveniently made enough racket while in the bathroom to wake her brother so that we all had to get up.  Anybody else wonder why children don’t like sleep?!?! 

We made our doughnut run though, so the morning is looking up.  Micah man is sitting in his highchair eating his with a spoon….just how doughnuts are meant to be eaten.   Love him too!! 

Barely functioning

That’s me…..barely functioning.  As in so tired I can hardly function when I get home from work.  Dishwasher is full of dishes that I’m going to leave until morning when I “hopefully” have more energy.  A load of laundry has been in the dryer since Tuesday because I haven’t found the motivation to fold it.  A blog that hasn’t been updated since August 24, and even then it was only a picture update.  Both babes are sleeping tonight and Tom’s gone for drill….normally the perfect time to get my house in order, my blogging done, read a good book, and just enjoy some “me” time, but instead I’m headed for bed.  At 9 pm on a Friday night.  Mercy!  I just keep telling myself, “maybe tomorrow…”