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Kansas storm season has arrived!
We went to dinner tonight and came home to see hail, just like Sonic ice, scattered across the yard. About scooped some up to put with a juice (I usually order apple juice at Sonic since I don't drink pop).The rain is wonderful and all, but Wilder says, "Rain, rain, go away..."
hiding out in the basement during a tornado watch
puddle jumpin' in his ugly water shoes
Today marks the start of the last year of my twenties. I remember when I turned twenty-five I told everyone, "I'm halfway to 30!" What a ditz. I was thinking of the 10 year span between twenty and thirty, you see...I took a self-portrait (eye looks weird) showcasing my new McDonald's Happy Meal princess crown, since I am princess for the day. I am SO not doing the dishes.I've spent my birthday morning feeling about 86 years old: got some kind of crummy pain in my left sciatic nerve, so it hurts to walk. Well it hurts to do much of anything, really. Had my OB appointment and she told me I was 1.5 cm, but I think she was saying that just to be nice, since I came hobbling in and wasn't as smiley as usual. Then I went to my second appointment to get cracked/crunched by a chiro. It helped the pain a little.I think a cookie will work better.p.s.--thank you to everyone who's bombarded my email, phone, Facebook and snail mail. I am privileged to have the sturdiest support system around. Truly grateful. What beautiful hearts you have.
Wilder, 4 days
We will surf blogs and cry at the gripping words and pictures; I will let those fill your heart and instead keep my words few.
Though the "job" is complicated and difficult to explain, mothering remains bound to this:
Our children are the best gift we have ever received. And we treat them as such.
They are also the greatest gift we will ever offer to the world. And we treat them as such.Happy Mother's Day.(with a shout-out to the papas, our cheerleaders; weloveyou)
We never seem to get a prego picture in natural lighting...this is probably driving my photog friends CRAZY. At least I'm aware of the issue.And I bet second-timers aren't supposed to document their pregnancies as religiously as first-timers, but, let's face it, I need a distraction. I also wanted to see if you like my blueberry cami--it's pjs (with my trusted bolero over it).
Three more weeks to go.I'm ready! Well, sort of. We still have 19 things left on the to-do list, but we're both feeling pretty burned out. We watched a movie last night rather than do chores. We lied around in our pjs this morning for an hour or so. Had a park picnic Friday night. Just want to take time to relax and not overdue it so I can be a champ at delivery.Shawn is nesting. Yes, Shawn. He reorganized my jewelry box and did the great Sock Match-up of 2010. Thank you, Babe. It is quite romantic.
Other stuff:~Baby is head-down. That's all I could ask for. They thought Wilder was breech and that really stressed me out. But so far, this baby is in the "go" position.~Same discomforts as last week (esp. my back). Braxton Hicks starting to kinda hurt now.~Still no boy name chosen...
hiding out in the basement during a tornado watch
puddle jumpin' in his ugly water shoes
Today marks the start of the last year of my twenties. I remember when I turned twenty-five I told everyone, "I'm halfway to 30!" What a ditz. I was thinking of the 10 year span between twenty and thirty, you see...
Peonies from my friend B's yard; they are one of my favorites and remind me of being a little girl. My parents had them in the yard of one of my favorite houses we lived in. Oh, the fragrance.
Thank you for blessing me with these, B. I am so sorry you are allergic to them but am glad that we are getting enjoyment from them.
And a single bud from B's yard, too!
B also spoiled Wilder and I with lunch--salad with grilled chicken and veggies on top, and homemade applesauce. Heaven!
Wilder, 4 days
Three more weeks to go.
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