Wednesday, April 22, 2015


Spring is one of my favorite seasons. Well, I actually love all the seasons and enjoy the transition from one to the other, but spring is currently my favorite.

Anyways, I really like spring. I enjoy seeing the slow transition from blah, bleak winter to the bright green explosion nature showcases this time of year.

At my childhood home in Tennessee, we had this tree right outside our house guarding our driveway. It's the tree I would watch each year. It always told me when spring was coming. I'd watch every day as its strong branches slowly sprouted buds. Soon, there would be tiny, gorgeous leaves all over the place. I always though it looked like a painting in this stage; it was my favorite.

And that's how I knew spring had arrived.

Now, though, I feel like I've missed spring. The weather, the trees, the birds are all screaming it's here! ---and I missed it's arrival.

It seems like other things have happened rather suddenly this year, too.
Like my belly.
It's big.
And it's hard to get used to.
But suddenly it feels like it's here, my belly.
And suddenly it's incredibly difficult to get out of bed...
Or tie my shoes.
Paint my toes.
Or even find a shirt that fits!

Suddenly it's difficult to get comfortable in bed.
Or sleep.
Suddenly, I'm 30 weeks pregnant.
That means only 10 weeks to go. (Yikes! Where did all my prep time go?)

But most of all, it's suddenly difficult to not eat everything in sight. ;)

Right before I hit the couch for 4 hours straight after work! 

The sweet sweets at DHigh.

After packing up with all our goodies!

Love these ladies! 

I seriously wasn't kidding about the  it's suddenly difficult to not eat everything in sight comment. I've got one insatiable appetite. And that's exactly why I made a point to dine at Texas de Brazil this week. I prefaced the meal with friends by telling them that I was sorry if I embarrassed them and that it was okay to leave. ;) Luckily, they weren't embarrassed (that I know of), but I was the last one eating. And I ate a lot! Even my stretchy non-waistband maternity pants were tight!

Yum. Worth every penny. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Weeks 28 & 29

Many folks have written about the "stillness of the night."
They've got it all wrong, though - the early morning hours is really when everything is still. And it's during those still hours of the early morning that I have some prolific thoughts. Prolific or delusional, I guess that's a call better left up to you. ;)

As I sat at the kitchen table this morning - wide awake, completely ready for school, and eating a hot breakfast at 6:00, I watched as a pesky bug  repeatedly flew into the window blinds. We have quite a few of these bugs, whatever they are, at our house, and a number of them manage to make it into the house. While they are annoying, I can't stand to kill them; instead, I scoop them up in my hand and fling them back out into the wild, suburban outdoors. Probably so they can just fly in again, but that's beside the point.

So, I sat watching this poor guy while munching on my breakfast burrito. I briefly thought about putting him out of his misery, but that thought was fleeting. Why would I do that? He's just doing the best he can.

I can kinda relate to that - I'm just doing the best I can.
Like when I choose Dairy Queen over the gym.
 --- I'm supposed to get plenty of dairy!
A nap over doing the dishes.
--- Baby must be having a growth spurt...
Or even when I kinda just look at papers I drop on the floor.
---Is it really worth bending down to pick that up right now? I mean, the last time I tried that, I nearly toppled over....
I'm doing the best I can at getting out of bed.
---It's not my fault I have to roll back and forth a couple times to gain momentum, heave myself up with all my might, and then hoist myself up the rest of the way! 

I'm simply doing the best I can. :)

Buddy also wanted to show you his side profile.

So exhausted today! 

I wrote the following last week. That whole blog didn't turn out to my liking, nor did it meet the approval of hubby or my mom. This part, though, I just couldn't scrap. However, I just couldn't seem to fit it in anywhere today. So, here's this terribly honest piece that fits nowhere but here on its own.

It's really hard for me to get out of bed these days. Yes, I'm tired. Yes, I know I need to get moving so I can get to work on time. But I don't want to miss a movement. I don't want to squander those precious moments I have in the early morning hours with her and only her. No distractions. I lie in bed, hands gently cradling my belly, patiently yet impatiently awaiting another sign that she's awake with me. She's what makes me late for work. She's what makes me smile and laugh at the most random moments. She's what makes it worth it.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Nouns, Love, and Awe

Do you remember learning about nouns?
A person, place, or thing, right? Something you can feel, or as one of my more memorable teacher described it, something you can haul off and kick.

     Later on, we add that a noun can also be an idea, such as love. While you can't just kick love, you certainly can feel love. We talk about love in my classroom quite often. What food do you love? What person? What hobby? My students certainly know that I love my dog Buddy. And I really do. While he's ofttimes a nuisance, what with his constant click-clack padding around the house, high-pitched bark of a warning (THERE'S SOMEONE WALKING ON THE SIDEWALK!!! Oh, nevermind. False alarm.), and his undying need to be touched,  I still love him. Like, a lot.

     I'm pretty tight with my chum Buddy...Buddy Bear...Buddrow. Sometimes, we have staring matches. Just for the record, I typically emerge victorious. But it's during these times that I wonder how love comes to be. How I can possibly love a new person more than I love my husband, my family, my dog, or pizza. While I know it is possible, I just can't fathom a love like that just yet. With each mood swing, crying spell over an empty ice cream box, or powerful punch from within, I wonder about love.

     All while baby girl is showing her love through kicks and punches, she has an army of folks showing their love in a more thoughtful manner. I'm in awe of the acts of kindness already being shown for this unborn karate kid of mine. Simply in awe. I love it.

Quilt from our dear friend, the Browns. 

Also from the Browns. Leslie's got talent!

Handmade from one of my mom's pals in Tennessee. I love that each hand stitched bear is doing something different!

From Adam's super crafty mom. 

Blanket, hat, and boots from another one of mom's pals in Tennessee. This blanket is so soft!

While I'm truly in awe of the talent and love shown to baby girl, I'm also in awe of how much food I can pack away and how large I'm getting! ;)

Lydia Claire is my favorite. My maternal grandmother's name was Lydia, and I adore the love, patience, and kindness she always showed. And Claire. It just stuck. ;)

Tuesday, March 17, 2015


I'm just gonna go ahead and admit it: I'm terrible at being pregnant.
Just ask the hubby.
This is seriously hard work.
I'm whiney.
My feet hurt.
And nothing fits anymore. Nothing.
This stomach is out of control, and I can't seem to get used to it. Poor Baby Boo - she must feel an earthquake a thousand times a day with as many times as I bump my bump into anything and everything.

But I love it - my belly. And I love that other people love it.
I used to always scoff at the idea that I'd let people touch my pregnant belly. I wouldn't want people touching my normal stomach, so why would it be ok for them to touch my baby belly? Rude.

I just didn't understand. I love rubbing it, and I honestly don't mind if other folks rub it.

But really, I just sometimes can't help but think of the line from Sir Mix-a-Lot  when I rub ze belly---
   It's just so big, I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there!

And then there's this gem....

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

It was perfect...

It was perfect. 
Not too shallow.
Not too deep.
Perfectly symmetrical. 

Key word - was

This bellybutton of mine, y'all, is getting weird. 
It's stretching out.
It's getting shallow. 
And I'm afraid it's gonna pop before long. 
Currently, I can see inside it, and that's never happened before. 

But on a positive note, with my expanded belly I've been able to get a closer look at this cute little constellation of freckles just above aforementioned gross belly button. They kinda look like the big dipper...or a tadpole. ;)

So, we're currently in week 24 of this transformation into parenthood. Today at my appointment I realized that I've gained a lot of weight. Not "oh, you're growing a baby" weight. It's the "hey, you've been eating too many Reese's Cups and Cap'n Crunch" weight. Time to eat my veggies. 


Monday, March 9, 2015

Catching up...

So, it’s a girl.
And sweet baby girl still has no name. 
Just to reiterate, naming a person is hard. 

That being said, we’ve made quite a few strides.
We painted the nursery blue.
Yep, blue.
I’m not sure what I was thinking. Actually, I cried about the matter. A lot. Then we put all the pretty pink stuff in there, and it’s now my favorite room in the house. I sometimes just go in there and sit. :) 

Nursery, complete with the guard dogs. :)

We bought Adam a baby carrying case. He practiced using it with the teddy bear Baby Girl has. He even gave himself the disheveled-up-at-2am-hair look. It cracks me up every time I look at it. 

Baby Girl, whom we’re calling Claire this week, and I ran a half marathon. I shouldn’t say we ran it - it was more of a shuffle walk. But we did it. And got our picture made with a pirate at the expo. 

He tried to smile for the picture, but that just didn't seem right.
So, I asked him to "go all pirate" for the picture. 

And here we are....

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


Never have I ever loved the words everything looks normal so very much.

Now, is it a boy or a girl?

This has to be one of the worst videos I've ever made, yet it is my absolute favorite. :)