We're Ready!

5 days left! Here's the latest picture of our little boy! My last appointment was on Thursday night and I was dialated to a 3 and 75% effaced. The doctor told me he would be surprised if I made it to my next appointment this Friday...but I just smiled because that's exactly how I was with Mya and I still made it to the day he started me. In fact, I'd be so disappointed that I made it to the next doctor appointment, so this time, I won't be discouraged because I'm just counting on the 3rd.

We are ready for him! His room is done! Here are the pictures:

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We're pretty excited! Justin was sad to lose his hunting room, but I think he's okay with it since it's for a good cause.

Two Weeks And Counting...

With only 2 weeks left until I have this baby, I get asked a lot how I am feeling. So you want to know? Here you go:

•I'm Anxious and Excited to meet this little guy. I'm excited to hold him in the hospital and to introduce him to his big sister. I know Mya will be such a great helper. I'm not in denial though...I know the day will come when she gets jealous and realizes that he's here forever and it's not just her and her mommy and daddy anymore.

•Big. That is almost an understatement. Most of the time I feel so tight and this little baby is in my ribs a lot more than Mya ever was. My back and feet are a constant pain with the added weight. Then there's always the clothes that remind me how big I am or the pictures I see of me. I try to avoid being in pictures at this point because when I see them, I think "Holy Cow"...literally. I do have a pregnant walk sometimes. It's usually when my feet hurt (I'm pretty sure I have a stress fracture) or have been sitting down for a while. If I think about it, I don't walk that way, but every once in a while, someone will make a comment and I'll realize I was waddling.

•I'm Determined that once I have Parker, to be quicker in losing the baby weight than I did with Mya. I'm bigger with Parker and was devastated last week when I woke up to stretch marks on my stomach (which I never got any on my stomach with Mya). I think I'm just so tired of being big that I'm gun-ho about losing this weight this summer.

•I feel so Blessed to have this baby. To think that Heavenly Father trusts me to raise and teach this little boy (and Mya) is overwhelming. I honestly love being a mom and it's always a little struggle to get these babies here for me that when I do, I can just appreciate them even more.

•Good. I really feel good considering I'm 9 months pregnant. I'm not sick (other than allergies). I see other women who are larger than I am who are as far along as I am (or not quite as far) and I know that they're probably feeling worse then I am. I'm a little tired now and then, but not bad. Hot-but that's to be expected.

Am I ready? Yes. There's not enough on my to-do list to prolong his coming anymore. His room just has a few small things left and my calling is all lined up for subs for when I have this baby. When the doctor asked me if I would like to plan on being started a week early with Parker like I was with Mya, there was no hesitation at all. He's scheduled for the 3rd. If I have him before, then great, but the 3rd is the end of my tunnel.

Am I nervous? Not really. At least, not anything like I was with Mya. I probably will be the night before we have to go up to the hospital, but mostly I'm just anxious to get him here. If I'm nervous about anything, it's that something will go wrong. But at this point, the chances are really small so I don't really think about it and so I'm really not worried about it. I have my trust and faith in my Heavenly Father that things will work out how He needs them to.

So now it's just the waiting game. At least we still have enough on our calendar that the time will hopefully pass quickly. My goal for the next two weeks is to finish up my list and spend as much time as possible with Mya.

Oh, Baby!

9 weeks left and it's starting to hit me! (Maybe even be 8 weeks if I go a week early like I did with Mya). I am not ready for this baby to come! I did go buy a bunch of stuff a couple of weeks ago so I'm feeling a little better, but I still have a bigger check list than I would like. Last week we went and bought the paint for his room. To be honest, I'm a little nervous to paint it. I love color on walls and love seeing other people's houses where they'll go bold and do a dark color. So I'm nervous because I decided to go dark and be a little more bold this time. I'm excited to see how it all turns out. My goal this week is to get the baby's room ready to paint. That means clearing out the computer room...and finding a new home for it all! Wish me luck! I'll be doing before and after pictures of this whole project when it's done!

Good Night!

Oh the joys of pregnancy! For the most part, I like being pregnant. I like feeling the baby move, and it's fun once you get past the "is she fat or pregnant" stage. But pregnancy and I have not been getting along the last few nights! I'm a stomach sleeper...and with only 3 months left, it's definitely not comfortable to sleep on my stomach. My second choice would be my back-but you can't sleep on your back when you're pregnant. So I'm left to either of my sides, but that's not the most comfortable with a huge belly weighing you down in front. Last night, I kept tossing and turning trying to get comfortable, and finally when I figured it has to be 5 or 6, I got up to go to the bathroom, only to realize it wasn't even 3 yet! So I get a pillow to put between my legs and try to fall back to sleep. But no, how fun, I start getting heartburn, then the baby starts moving, like a twitching eye. Just enough to remind you it's there and consistant enough to bug you and keep your mind from falling asleep. Then Justin...poor Justin has to deal with me as I do this throughout the night. Two nights ago I mauled him trying to get comfortable. I'd wake up and my leg would be across him or my head would be on his shoulder. Once I'd wake up, I'd move over, but wake up an hour or two later doing the same thing. Two nights ago, he dealt with it, but I don't blame him for not wanting me to even touch him last night. At one point, I saw him run his hand down the middle of the bed to make sure I wasn't "crossing the line." Another point, my knee was touching him so he pushed it away. It doesn't even bother me...actually I'm laughing right now...it's like we're little kids who need to stay on their side of the couch and if your toe passes the line, then "I'm getting Mom." But holy cow, it will be nice when I can get my body used to sleeping on it's side so the only thing I have to deal with again is waking up to pee.