Please people! Never never never say this to a pregnant woman...
From the check out woman at Kroger today:
"Oh, look at you! You are so cute! With that big fat belly!"
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
New Pictures!!!
We had a sonogram today to check on baby's size. No worries there. She is BIG! 6 pounds! As if childbirth didn't frighten me before!
Here are the newest pictures...
Here are the newest pictures...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Confessions of a Soon-to-be Mom... (showers)
Edit: This is an editorial and in no way is intended as a criticism for all of the amazing things I was given at my baby shower! I promise. This is all about me and what I have learned about myself as a gift giver. Honestly.
I must begin by apologizing to all moms before me whose showers I have attended. Really, I meant well. I just didn't know.
After having three baby showers and receiving some lovely lovely things, I have learned what crappy gifts I gave prior to having my own showers. Yeah. Crappy. It wasn't until the last shower I attended that I got smart and asked my friend G, who recently had had a baby, what sort of things mom's need but don't usually get at showers. I will admit that the shower gift then was really good. But only thanks to G.
So here are some of my new rules for shopping for shower gifts.
* Stick to the registry. They registered for a reason. They picked out what they wanted. It isn't up to me to make a judgement on that. So what if I think everything they chose is UGLY, it is what they chose.
* And on that note, don't buy cutesy unless they really did register for it. Yeah, that Green and white piggy bank with 100,000 bows on it is really cute but um, no. Resist the urge! Now, if they registered for said piggy bank, go all out! Peace be with them.
* Gift receipts are sooo important. When the Target lady asks you if you want them, take them and put them in the card with the gift, not in the bottom of the bag to get lost or to come out with the tissue paper. Really, I know they registered for a diaper warmer, but they might have gotten 72 of them and they might just only need 70. Yours might just be the one they take back. Get over it.
* And make sure to put the gift receipt in with the gift. How many times lately have I heard, "oh, I have a gift receipt. Just let me know and I will give it to you." Well, I don't want to tell you that I got 14 Eric Carle worms with matching Hungry Caterpillar book and would like to return it, that would be rude. Don't offer the receipt. Just stick it in there all along. Saves on too many butterflies later on.
* Think about sizes and the weather when purchasing outfits. I honestly didn't think about this till just the other day when I looked at all of the 6 month stuff in the closet. Yeah, in 6 months, as cute as the little summer outfits will be, it will be February. Tank tops and cute sandals will not really work then.
* Gift cards are lovely. No, you don't get to OOOOH and AAAH at the actual shower over a gift card, but it can come in really handy when the mom to be is shopping for items that she needs because she got too many green bowed piggy banks.
Ok, stick with these handy dandy rules and you can't go wrong purchasing a gift for a friend or relative. The mommy and new baby will thank you for it.
I must begin by apologizing to all moms before me whose showers I have attended. Really, I meant well. I just didn't know.
After having three baby showers and receiving some lovely lovely things, I have learned what crappy gifts I gave prior to having my own showers. Yeah. Crappy. It wasn't until the last shower I attended that I got smart and asked my friend G, who recently had had a baby, what sort of things mom's need but don't usually get at showers. I will admit that the shower gift then was really good. But only thanks to G.
So here are some of my new rules for shopping for shower gifts.
* Stick to the registry. They registered for a reason. They picked out what they wanted. It isn't up to me to make a judgement on that. So what if I think everything they chose is UGLY, it is what they chose.
* And on that note, don't buy cutesy unless they really did register for it. Yeah, that Green and white piggy bank with 100,000 bows on it is really cute but um, no. Resist the urge! Now, if they registered for said piggy bank, go all out! Peace be with them.
* Gift receipts are sooo important. When the Target lady asks you if you want them, take them and put them in the card with the gift, not in the bottom of the bag to get lost or to come out with the tissue paper. Really, I know they registered for a diaper warmer, but they might have gotten 72 of them and they might just only need 70. Yours might just be the one they take back. Get over it.
* And make sure to put the gift receipt in with the gift. How many times lately have I heard, "oh, I have a gift receipt. Just let me know and I will give it to you." Well, I don't want to tell you that I got 14 Eric Carle worms with matching Hungry Caterpillar book and would like to return it, that would be rude. Don't offer the receipt. Just stick it in there all along. Saves on too many butterflies later on.
* Think about sizes and the weather when purchasing outfits. I honestly didn't think about this till just the other day when I looked at all of the 6 month stuff in the closet. Yeah, in 6 months, as cute as the little summer outfits will be, it will be February. Tank tops and cute sandals will not really work then.
* Gift cards are lovely. No, you don't get to OOOOH and AAAH at the actual shower over a gift card, but it can come in really handy when the mom to be is shopping for items that she needs because she got too many green bowed piggy banks.
Ok, stick with these handy dandy rules and you can't go wrong purchasing a gift for a friend or relative. The mommy and new baby will thank you for it.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Childbirth Classes
Childbirth classes should be taught in 7th grade. That ought to scare the little idiots into thinking twice.
Peace,
Billy
Sent via Blackberry
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Who Am I?
Yeah, I can tell B and I are having similar thoughts...
I wrote this a while ago over at Hey Bloghead but it seems to fit here. Especially with the tone of Jared's comment, which is beautiful by the way.
I was reading Exodus last night. Cramming you might say, for our church small group. Every Tuesday night we get together and ask similar questions of one another. Every once in a while, the question comes up, "What have you been studying lately?" and I almost never have an answer! I am a slacker! So I figured I would do some study and actually have an answer.
So I started reading about Moses. I mean this is a big major super hero of the Bible right? He has movies made about him! Although he will never have his picture on the cover of an Entertainment Weekly or a People Magazine, he is pretty famous man.
So imagine my shock when old Mr. Moses, in the midst of talking to God and getting directions, stops and says, "Hey, don't you think you picked the wrong person? Who am I to do this big job? Do you realize how big a job this really is?" And God with infinite wisdom kindly pats him on the back and reassures him. Sort of like, "Dude, I wouldn't have picked you if I didn't think you could do a good job. Duh." Yeah, God talks like that some days, I am sure.
B and I found out in November that we were expecting. Two pregnancy tests and we were pretty sure of the answer. Since then, we have heard the heart beat, watched the baby wave and do back flips. Each time I think about it, I get freaked. There is a baby inside me! Do you know what this means? We are going to have a little human that we are responsible for! A little human to take care of and make sure they learn and grow and become the best person they can be. I am not going to lie about how much that freaks me out! The magnitude of the freak-out is immense! I keep thinking less about the baby part of this and more about the raising a human part. What if I screw up? What if I don't do the right thing? What if I just suck as a mom? It is possible, you know. I am so used to my way of doing things, my quiet time, my schedule. All of that is nul and void very soon. What about that?
I have asked God several times... "Who am I that you gave this baby to? You trust me? Really? Are you crazy?"
And I never really got an answer. Not till I read about Moses. Even Moses got scared. Even Moses was unsure of himself and his role in the world. Even Moses questioned God. And God just politely and kindly said, "You will do fine. Just take it one step at a time, and trust me to do the rest."
Just take it one step at a time and trust Me to do the rest.
My friend Heidi was talking about shopping with her daughters the other day when they saw a friend of theirs with a very little baby. The daughters both, being little girls, ooed and ahed over the baby asking their mother if they could have one. Heidi joked saying, "SHHHH! Not too loud! God will hear you!"
When she told me that story, I realized that God had heard me. God had heard B. God had understood our desire to have a baby. And God believed in both of us. Each time I ask God "Who am I to take care of this little human coming in to the world?" God always says in a kind way, "Just take it one step at a time and trust Me to do the rest."
I wrote this a while ago over at Hey Bloghead but it seems to fit here. Especially with the tone of Jared's comment, which is beautiful by the way.
I was reading Exodus last night. Cramming you might say, for our church small group. Every Tuesday night we get together and ask similar questions of one another. Every once in a while, the question comes up, "What have you been studying lately?" and I almost never have an answer! I am a slacker! So I figured I would do some study and actually have an answer.
So I started reading about Moses. I mean this is a big major super hero of the Bible right? He has movies made about him! Although he will never have his picture on the cover of an Entertainment Weekly or a People Magazine, he is pretty famous man.
So imagine my shock when old Mr. Moses, in the midst of talking to God and getting directions, stops and says, "Hey, don't you think you picked the wrong person? Who am I to do this big job? Do you realize how big a job this really is?" And God with infinite wisdom kindly pats him on the back and reassures him. Sort of like, "Dude, I wouldn't have picked you if I didn't think you could do a good job. Duh." Yeah, God talks like that some days, I am sure.
B and I found out in November that we were expecting. Two pregnancy tests and we were pretty sure of the answer. Since then, we have heard the heart beat, watched the baby wave and do back flips. Each time I think about it, I get freaked. There is a baby inside me! Do you know what this means? We are going to have a little human that we are responsible for! A little human to take care of and make sure they learn and grow and become the best person they can be. I am not going to lie about how much that freaks me out! The magnitude of the freak-out is immense! I keep thinking less about the baby part of this and more about the raising a human part. What if I screw up? What if I don't do the right thing? What if I just suck as a mom? It is possible, you know. I am so used to my way of doing things, my quiet time, my schedule. All of that is nul and void very soon. What about that?
I have asked God several times... "Who am I that you gave this baby to? You trust me? Really? Are you crazy?"
And I never really got an answer. Not till I read about Moses. Even Moses got scared. Even Moses was unsure of himself and his role in the world. Even Moses questioned God. And God just politely and kindly said, "You will do fine. Just take it one step at a time, and trust me to do the rest."
Just take it one step at a time and trust Me to do the rest.
My friend Heidi was talking about shopping with her daughters the other day when they saw a friend of theirs with a very little baby. The daughters both, being little girls, ooed and ahed over the baby asking their mother if they could have one. Heidi joked saying, "SHHHH! Not too loud! God will hear you!"
When she told me that story, I realized that God had heard me. God had heard B. God had understood our desire to have a baby. And God believed in both of us. Each time I ask God "Who am I to take care of this little human coming in to the world?" God always says in a kind way, "Just take it one step at a time and trust Me to do the rest."
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