I am still alive!

I have neglected this poor blog in a bad way. I have been so busy with, well, life that I threw this poor page on the back burner. I have had so many things I could have written about but I guess I was just too caught up in enjoying the moments. My big boy will be six years old in just a few days. We experienced Kindergarten...and lived! My little girl is two. TWO. That pretty much sums her up right there. Plus, the Lord decided to shake our little world up and I am now expecting another girl in October. Things are about to get crazier than they already are. May as well start writing about it all!

Not the vacuum!

Avery has started this thing where he thinks he is going to get his way by threatening me.  Like, if you don't let me do this then I am going to do this.  It never works, of course, and he usually gets in trouble for it.  Where this attitude is coming from is beyond me.  We watch Nick Jr and I am pretty sure they don't teach that on Yo Gabba Gabba.  Anyway, the other night he was upset with me for telling him no about something.  Probably eating ice cream before bed.  He said, "Oh yeah if you don't let me then I am going to take your vacuum cleaner."  Really?  Oh, PLEASE not my vacuum cleaner.  Anything but THAT!  He probably would have gotten in trouble if he would have said my computer or my cell phone.  My vacuum?  I'll let that one slide.

Then

I met my husband at church.  It was summer 2004 and it was VBS week.  I had just started attending this church regularly and he was a member there.  Technically, though, I had known him since Kindergarten.  We had the same teacher.  We had the same teacher in first grade, too (there is a story about this for another blog post). We went to the same middle school and the same high school.  I never talked to him.  He was one of those people that I could pick out of a crowd...but don't ask me anything about him.  I could tell you his name was Robert and that was it.  So, we talked some at bible school and on the last night he asked me out to lunch.  I said yes and we decided to go after church that following Sunday.  When I came home from our date, I remember telling my dad, "I had fun but it's not like I am going to marry him or anything."  We were soon inseparable and I did not think I could love him any more than I did then.

Our wedding was October 14, 2006.  We were young and didn't have any clue what in the world we were doing.  All we knew was that we loved each other so very much...and that was all that mattered.  We rented a little place and started our life together.  I didn't think I could love him any more than I did then.


I got pregnant two weeks after our wedding. Our son was born a month early on July 5, 2007.  It was scary and exciting all at the same time.  He looked just like me and I was head over heels in love with him.  Seeing my husband hold our son for the very first time melted my heart.  I didn't think I could love him any more than I did then.

Our church, which we are now both members of, set Robert aside to be a deacon.  He will be following in the footsteps of several family members at that very church.  The church where we met.  Where we were both saved.  The day they announced it and it was voted on, I was so very proud of him.  Standing in front of everyone with our son beside us and our little girl in my belly, I didn't think I could love him any more than I did then.

Now, with two children and a home of our own, we have stresses and headaches.  On one stressful day last week, my husband sent me a text.  He had found a picture in one of this old work bags of the two of us when we were dating.  My hair looked awful and his shirt looked just as bad.  We both got a laugh out of it.  I asked him, "What in the world did you see in me?"  His response?  "I  don't know, I just knew I loved you."  The next day, I heard a song on the radio.



Don't you just love the little signs He sends when we really need a reminder that He is in control?

"We've come so far since that day...and I thought I loved you then."

Two

I don't remember

 

What is was like

 Before two

 I don't think

I want to

This is not about Casey Anthony...

While the rest of the world has been focused on the media circus that was the Casey Anthony trial, I have been celebrating the arrival of this little sweetheart...

Ansley Loren arrived June 8, 2011 at 8:48 pm. She was 5 lbs 12 oz and 19 in long. Her birth did not make national news. Nancy Grace did not put in her two cents. There were reporters there, though, spreading the word to everyone they knew. The paparazzi were also camped out waiting to get the first shot. She was welcomed with smiled and tears from her mommy and daddy. While you may not have heard about it, this was BIG news in our family.

I started having contractions the afternoon of the 8th. After calling the doctor I decided they may just be Braxton Hicks. I took a warm shower to see if that would help. It did not. Then, my blood pressure shot up. My head was killing me and my vision was blurry. So, it was off to the hospital we went. I was there for only 10 or 15 minutes and they came in to tell me we were doing a c-section. It happened really fast! Even though she was a month early, she was healthy and crying away! I cried when I heard her. They told me she had hair and I cried harder. Her big brother was very excited to see her. He kept saying, "Isn't she beautiful?" I am just head over heels in love with my little family. God is so good!

She is now 5 weeks old and weighs 7 lbs 9 oz. She eats good, obviously! It is still so strange to us that we have a girl. We have been all BOY for the past 4 years. Dresses and bows are still new to us! She has two bow holders and they are both full. Hey, this is the South, ya know. We like big bows around here!

While my day is pretty full with two little ones, I will still update my blog as often as possible. There are lots of exciting things coming up that I want to share! Right now, though, I have a sweet little girl and boy that I must get ready for bed. Hope you have a blessed day!

Bed rest and pee jugs...

So, I have been MIA for a while. My OB has put me on complete bed rest. Which is totally possible with a 3 year old, let me tell you. I have recruited all the help I can get...which equals my mother. She has done countless loads of laundry and washed our dirty dishes. Even though we have a dishwasher. Anyway, I am so thankful for her!
One of the glorious perks of monitoring your BP during pregnancy is the 24 hr urine test...which I now do weekly. You get this big orange jug and this teeny little cup to collect your pee in. How fun does that sound? My son is totally grossed out by the fact that it must be kept in the refrigerator. He says "that's insgusting." Which I am pretty sure is the same thing as disgusting. Maybe worse. My husband probably thinks this is horrible, also. He just has not voiced his opinion. He knows better. So, it sits on the bottom shelf on our refrigerator door...next to the month old punch left over from my baby shower. I am so glad no one has come over to visit.
So, that is the exciting life I lead at the moment. Bed rest and pee jugs. Ah, pregnancy. :)

33 weeks and 2 days...

Today, I am 33 weeks and 2 days pregnant. Yes, that two days totally matters. It is at this point in the pregnancy where you start counting every day, hour, minute, SECOND until your due date. This is also the point where people start to look at you like you have been beaten with a very large stick. Like, "oh, you poor thing." Then, you have those that actually TELL you how miserable you look. Yeah, cause miserable was totally the look I was going for when I got dressed this morning. That or pitiful. I was aiming for either. Plus, the lack of affordable maternity fashion does not help one bit. Do you really think I want to pay $50 for a shirt that, no matter how cute, still makes me look like a hot air balloon? No. Because, I don't plan to wear this shirt for a long time. Hopefully,I will go back to looking a lot less like a balloon after delivery. Can I also just say that maternity swim suits should just be against the law? Seriously? Who ACTUALLY looks good in these things? Unless you are a Victoria's Secret model who looks like they just had a large lunch. Or, just actually ate lunch for that matter. Average women who shop the maternity section at your local Target shouldn't bother trying them on. Really, just save yourself the stress. Pass it up. If you have to take one summer off, just do it. Or, just wear a t-shirt. It's just not a good situation. Not at all.

I really should stop complaining, I know. I do realize that there are some people out there who would love to be pregnant. This is a great blessing and I am very thankful. One day I will look back and miss this. Miss feeling all the bumps and kicks. Just not the cankles. :)