family of 4

The next time we see this sweet girl, we’ll be a family of four!  We left Sophia with Mammaw and Granpa (Will’s parents) in Kansas City this morning.  After this hard week, I called in reinforcements.  I want to rest a few days before I need tons of strength for labor and delivery and for those first days with our newborn.  She’s going to stay with them until we have the new baby–which will hopefully be soon…  Pray for us that this time is restful and that Sophia does well with them and re-enters our new and changed home well.

heavy nesting

Well, we’re less than 4 weeks to the due date, and I’m nesting hard!  I hope I don’t go into labor anytime soon because I’ve got some projects in the works.  The upstairs bathroom needs all manner of storage solutions/decorating, and our bedroom (where the new baby will sleep for a time) needs to be rid of a hideous border, needs curtains, and needs a pretty major rearrange to accommodate a small nursery in the corner.  I just got the supplies to get started on these major projects.  I hope they don’t prove too big.  I finally have the energy and my foot has finally healed enough that I am rerring to go! Tomorrow we go in for the first “weekly” appointment where my cervix will be checked for dilation and ripening and what-not.  So, tomorrow we’ll know a little more if I am being a little too ambitious…. 😉

In other news Sophia has been hilarious lately!  I’ve really been realizing how much she’s growing up, too.  Her language skills are on the verge of blowing up.  She’s just started rote repeating us and her verbal comprehension is freaking unbelievable.  She doesn’t have all the sounds to work with, so repeating us is pretty funny.  A few minutes ago I was working on putting a shelf together for the bathroom and getting frustrated as one does with nothing to work with but an allen wrench and sweaty palms… when I exclaimed emphatically, “Oh crap!”  Sophia, only inches away from my side, says, “Oh sap!”  Wow!  That was a first!  Better watch your mouth, Mommy! Good thing she’s not around when Mommy and Daddy are playing video games… 😉

A few days ago, she first verbalized the word “no.”  She’s been shaking her head no for at least a year, but this is the first time the sound “no” or anything sounding like it came out of her mouth.  And, she said it for the first time yelling it 6 times in a row when she didn’t want to do something.  Woah!  She never does anything half-way, I’m realizing.  Since then, we have heard “no” at the door when Daddy goes to work, “no” when I take something away from her, and “no” when I’m putting her diaper on.  Argh!  I could’ve done without that word for a while.

We’ve also noticed that she understand so, so much.  When Will and I have been talking about something, she has understood just enough to go get something that one of us has mentioned and bring it to us.  Will and I are talking about going somewhere, out to eat or something, she goes to the door, picks up my purse or my shoes… Will and I were talking about Christmas gift ideas and I said, “I should get a pencil and paper and make a list.”  She immediately goes and finds paper for me to write on.  Mind you, we are not talking to her. We were talking to each other. She’s off playing by herself… or so we thought!

Moral of the story: your children are listening.

5 weeks left

We just got back from a 5-weeks left OB appointment.  I can’t believe how fast it’s gone.  Baby’s doing great.  Momma’s doing great.  To catch up to my weight gain in the last pregnancy, I still have 25 pounds left to gain!  HA!  That shows just how swollen with water I was last time.  My feet still look relatively normal, as does the rest of me.  I’ve experienced a few random times recently when my hands and feet puffed up, but I think I’ve narrowed it down to a certain kind of sitting for a certain amount of time.  Church last Sunday was the most recent scare.  Every time it happens I think, “This is it.  Here’s comes 20 pounds of water weight!” Thankfully, it goes away with some lying down.

I’m starting to get some of that end of pregnancy energy–nesting energy?  My foot’s doing a lot better, and I’m just excited to be up doing stuff.  Sophia’s not as excited as I am.  She cut a new molar last night, and either she’s having residual pain today or we may see a match on the other side in a few days.  Bless her heart.  I’ve been cooking up a storm today (more on that later) and she hasn’t appreciated the lack of attention.  I tried to let her help me wash dishes and chop vegetables, but everything seemed to end up in her mouth.  The new tooth explains recent biting, screaming and putting dirt and sand in her mouth.  Bless her heart.  I can tell she’s in pain.  She’s chewing her finger raw.

I found out some really disappointing news at the doctor today.  Because of the flu season and the extra swine flu scare this year, they are changing the labor and delivery hospital visitation rules for the next couple months.  For the duration of the labor and recovery, i.e. for the duration of Mom and Baby’s stay at the hospital, Momma and Baby are allowed ONE “designated support person” in the Birth and Women’s Center.  That’s right, ONE visitor.  ONE.  No other adults are allowed.  So, Daddy, in our case, right?  And, that’s it.  No grandparents, no siblings, no friends.  And, no children are allowed, period.  That’s right.  Sophia won’t even be able to visit us!  I’m freaking out a little.  I want the transition to be as least difficult as possible, and if Sophia is not even allowed to come visit us, see where we are, and get used to what’s going on, isn’t it going to be weird when we pop home from our two day vacation with a BRAND NEW BABY that she’s never seen!  She can visit us in the lobby, but that’s it.  I don’t think we can bring a nursery baby out to the lobby…  Hopefully, I’ll feel like stepping out there in my beautiful hospital gown to say Hi…  Oh…  But, what can we do?  It’s for our protection…

Feeling trapped at 8 a.m.

I’m having a bit of a breakdown this morning… For those of you that don’t know, I sprained my foot on Tuesday afternoon.  Leaving the pharmacy with antibiotics for my sick Sophia, on our way to the grocery store to pick up Gatorade and chicken soup for my dehydrated, vomiting husband, I tripped off the curb toward our car, saving my daughter from cracking her head open, but turning my foot into an unbelievable pretzel.  While Will was vomiting #45 and #46 of the day, I called a friend to go over and rouse him to be superman for me and come save me.  It was so unbelievably scary to sit crying uncontrollably, incapacitated on the curbside with a toddler wanting to run about.  It’s completely by the grace of God that Sophia was unharmed and Will was able to take me to the doctor.

After a day of getting used to being cripple and Will fully recovering from his migraine and dehydration, I’m off my thankful high that we’re all okay.  I’m still thankful, but today I’m depressed.  This occurred to me at a blessed 8 o’clock this morning after hearing my daughter crying and coughing in the next room for the 800th time of the night.  I’d slept horribly: at 30 weeks pregnant it’s hard to sleep anyway, but I’d tossed and turned with foot pain, back pain, and sinus congestion, and when I wasn’t awakened by one of these said maladies, I either needed to pee or heard my poor daughter calling out…  I laid awake at 8:00 having no idea what time it was, fully knowing that I couldn’t go get my daughter, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I’d have to wake up my husband.  My poor husband who’s been waiting on me hand and foot while recovering from his own day of hell, taking care of Sophia’s every need while working from home, and who-no doubt-woke with me numerous times in the night as I tossed and turned and moaned and whined and cried in pain for midnight bathroom trips.  It hit me at 8 o’clock this morning that the me that I’ve so much enjoyed lately–the doing, the serving, the going–was brought to a standstill.  My vocabulary, my thoughts, everything I think to say and do seems useless… and, I’m forced to ask someone else to do them for me.  I’m used to asking, “Do you need anything?  Can I get something for you?”  Now, it’s a thought that is met with sadness and grief and frustration.  I’m realizing today that I’m much more of a doer than I knew.  My role that I’ve grown to love and cherish and take on as part of me has (temporarily) disappeared.  If I felt “legitimately” sick, like temperature of 102 with body aches and vomiting, then it wouldn’t be a problem for me to ask for a glass of water from the kitchen.  But, when all that keeps me from it is a bum foot, it feels silly to ask.  Why don’t I just get it myself? Well, because it would take me 10 minutes to either crawl or use my crutches to get up and down and I couldn’t possibly carry a glass of water with crutches… Something about my mind isn’t associating the sprained foot as legitimate… Though, I feel more incapacitated today than yesterday because it seems I’m sore from doing too much, yesterday.  It’s so dang hard to balance my front-heavy self with an extra 30 pounds up and down from a chair or the toilet or the floor.  My arms and shoulders ache from this new activity…

Well, as I watch my husband go up and get our daughter from her nap… here we go back to the day… not that I have much to get back to… watching other people do things for me…

Healthier Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe

Been wondering why there weren’t any more posts on the best chocolate chip cookie challenge?  I did make one more batch that turned out spectacularly… but, really I have stopped baking because I found out that I gained 8 pounds between my 20 and 24 week checkup.  It was a major wake-up call.  Hence, the daily walking and watching my carb/sugar consumption…  I’ve been doing really well since, definitely curbing the extra weight gain.  I  decided to try out a healthier recipe.  I came upon a jewel!

I wouldn’t actually call this a “chocolate chip cookie.” It’s an oatmeal cookie with chocolate chips…  After trying it a few nights ago, I want to turn it into a breakfast cookie recipe.  Add some dry fruit, less (if any) chocolate chips.  My main victories with this recipe are how easy and quick it was to throw together, how yummy it is without tasting either too sweet or too “healthy,” a very nice crispy/soft ratio, and Sophia LOVED it!  So, my next baking adventure is turning the following recipe into a breakfast cookie.



Wet Ingredients

  • 1/2 cup butter or margarine
  • 1 tablespoon peanut butter (I used more like a 1/3 cup of the extra crunchy variety.)
  • 1/2 cup sugar (I used brown sugar, but planning to use 1/2 cup honey instead.)
  • 1 egg
  • 2 tablespoons water  (I omitted this.)
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla

Dry Ingredients

  • 2/3 cup whole wheat flour
  • 3/4 teaspoon baking soda
  • 2-2 1/2 cups oats
  • handful chocolate chips (Planning to add handfuls of cranberries and nuts.)


  1. Cream together WET ingredients.
  2. Add DRY ingredients and combine.
  3. Drop by tbsp onto baking sheet (Planning to form a thinner rectangular shaped cookie.)
  4. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes.
These cookies puffed up a LOT.  They didn’t spread at all.  So, I’m hoping they’ll make a great oatmeal breakfast bar.  I’ll let you know how it turns out!

What I’ve been up to…

I haven’t been blogging much lately for 2 main reasons: 1) Sophia won’t let me, and 2) I found a new hobby (or addiction).

So, Sophia won’t let me.  The computer has become yet another source of tantrum-time.  If I’m ever merely looking at it, moving the mouse, or typing, she motions with her arms, says “Dup,” and then immediately starts whining, screaming and falling over in the floor.  If you were a fly in our household all day, you might not think that this was any different than anything else that I am doing: washing dishes, cooking dinner, getting dressed… Yup, I haven’t worn make-up in weeks because it’s also a tantrum starter.  Sophia wants to be “dup” and doing every single thing that I’m doing.  She’s not happy with just being held, though… oh, for those sweet newborn days… she’s wants up and then wants something, anything to entertain her.  The last two days lower back pain has begun and so picking up Sophia 100 times a day is going to have to stop…

I just entered third trimester.  We’ve got less than 3-months to go!  After my last check-up and a couple of days of swelling-scares, I’ve rearranged my days into a specific and intentional routine: 3 mile walk in the morning followed by 2 hours of reading in the recliner while Sophia naps.  I have to rest every time Sophia is resting or else by the end of the day I feel the puffiness and acheyness begin as if there were no turning back.  So far my feet look pretty normal, my shoes still fit, and I’m resting as much as possible.  I’ve figured out that I know one thing that causes swelling: Sitting.  Who knew, right?  Basically sitting without my feet up.  I’ve recently spent some time sewing and repairing our cloth diapers.  (15 diapers completely repaired!  They’re awesome now!)  However, I noticed after only one hour of sitting at the sewing machine, my feet were huge and my legs ached.  I’m really thankful that I’m not working, that I’m able to be pregnant at home with Sophia.  Though it’s hard chasing her around all day, I’m able to rest when she rests.

The other reason I’m not blogging much…  We don’t have a laptop, so swelling is one reason I’m not sitting at the computer.  Oh, but really I’m not because I have another passion during naptime!  I’ve rediscovered a love of reading.  I have NEVER read like this before!  I feel like a kid!  I have read almost 10 books in the last 2 months, devouring a hundred pages one nap time at a time.  It’s been such a recharging thing for me.  It really feels like ME-time, my private time.  I’ve read some really great books, some really weird books, and a couple not that interesting.  I just finished “The 19th Wife.”  It’s a historical fiction novel about Mormon plural marriage.  Fascinating!  It follows two different stories of two “19th wives,” one from the 1800s-one of Joseph Brigham’s wives and and one from a present day fundamentalist.  It was wildly interesting, and I learned a ton about the history of the Mormon church.  I don’t know if that sounds interesting, but I seriously couldn’t put it down!

So, what I’ve been up to is taking care of myself, basically… day by day being intentional to do so.  That coupled with taking care of the house and taking care of Sophia fills up the day.  We’re having naptime trouble mixed with this new independence and personality that she’s trying to figure out…  My patience is wearing thin with her, thankfully she’s uber-precious when she’s not a tired-wreck.  We’re trying to switch her from two naps to one because she loves her 10:00 morning nap but isn’t sleeping in the afternoon.  This results in an overtired, tantrum-throwing evening baby that is all Daddy gets to see from 5-7.  One afternoon nap hasn’t worked either as she’s so tired by then that she can’t sleep for more than a hour…. Weird, huh?  So, we’re off to the library this afternoon to research some daytime sleep solutions to help her get the rest she needs.

I hear banging in her room.  What could she be doing?  Singing and banging.  Dad would be proud.  😉

17 weeks

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That’s me–17 weeks?  I just got back from the doctor with wonderfully healthy news.  The baby’s heartbeat was beautiful at 149 bpm, and my uterus measured 18 1/2 cm.  The doctor said that if I’m 17 weeks, then we’re as healthy as can be.  Oh, and I only gained 2 pounds last month, which is amazing for me if you remember my last pregnancy and the time I gained 15 pounds in one month!

So, our projected due date is December 9, MY birthday, but we don’t really know for sure.  We’re currently going on measurements and possible dates…  I have a sonogram scheduled for July 30th–at which time we can find out a better idea of when (s)he will come.  It’s all very exciting.  I’m already feeling sweet little movements when I’m lying still.  I’m sleeping terribly and dreaming worse… and I’m freaking hungry ALL THE TIME… My belly is protruding quite earlier than expected, but I’m VERY excited about this baby and very happy to hear healthy news.

In other news, most hilarious news, let me give you an update on funny baby-cloth diaper stories.  This morning I went in to get Sophia, and she was sitting up with the most puzzled look on her face.  I noticed something blue in her lap, and I looked down at it.  Yes, a bumGenius diaper was poking out the leg of her pajamas.  I grabbed it, and it was indeed completely off her, down and partially out her pant leg.  After I pulled it out, I was shocked to see that that pajama leg was empty.  She had a diaper in one pajama leg and two legs in the other one!  She just looked at me with utter “I don’t know how this happened!” Yes, more motivation to get started working on those diaper tabs… 😉

Our friends are flying in tonight; so, I’ll probably not be writing for a while.  God bless you.