6 posts tagged “birthday”
P.S. Still pregnant.
My official due date is March 11, but anytime between now and 42 weeks (March 25) is game. With my other children I went at approximately 41, 40 and 39 weeks (in that order), but with all those I had a lot more invasive check-ups. With this pregnancy I've so far had no dilation/effacement checks. I'm not sure if that means I'll go longer or not, but it's looking like 39 weeks is out.
So, play along and give me your prediction for when the baby will be born!
Now my three-year-old can come and go from the playroom as he pleases, and I don't have to worry about 18-month-old breaking out and running wild through the house. He hasn't quite learned the play zones.
Yeah, I have play zones in my house. I get all twitchy when there are too many toys scattered in the living room. The living room is not a play zone. I'm not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, some would argue quite the opposite, but too many toys scattered about start to make me feel edgy. So, to allow my children to play with toys and keep my sanity I have designated play zones. The dining room, or as my kids now know it, the "play room" is one of them. I've also given my kids our screened in back porch and of course their rooms to play in. The living room, kitchen, parent's room, bathroom (with exception of when the kids are actually taking a bath) are all no toys allowed. Oh, wait, there is another exception: the baby's stuff. The living room gets some of the baby stuff. This helps me keep a buffer between her and the older kids and also helps me segregate her toys. Kids are germy, mine included. I try to ease the baby into our germyness.
This is my ideal. The structure is there for this to happen in an ideal world, but, like you, we live in reality. There's toy creep. By and large, however, this system means a lot more sanity for me than if we had free rein toy playing. And my dutch door, it's all part of my toy domination plan [insert evil laugh here].
I'm turning 30 this month and I'm actually really excited about it. I can't quite put my finger on why I'm so happy about it, but I am. Thirty is touted to be one of those ages that's supposed to be a little traumatic. The final closing of your childhood. "One foot in the grave," even. But it is so not that! At least that's not what I think, I'm not officially there yet.
Maybe it's because I was always one of those people that looks much younger than they really are. Well, that might not be the case right now, I don't really know, but that was definitely the case when I got married. My poor husband and his "twelve year old bride." I was 21 people! Young, but not that young. At least now I look like an adult and not some high school kid (or younger!).
Maybe it's because I like where I'm at in my life. It's funny though, I never really had a plan, per se, but I never thought by this time in my life I would be a stay-at-home mom with three kids. There's so much I could be down on myself about my place in life right now. I don't have a "career" to speak of. I have a degree which I've never used. I guess from the perspective of some I have done absolutely nothing with my life. But I love my life right now. I love my family. I love my stay-at-home mom job. I love the church. I love my friends. I have a really great life. That's not to say that I don't have my fears and frustrations, but life's good.
Maybe it's because I'm a lot more comfortable in my own skin than I have ever been before in my life. Not that I have ever been a super insecure person, but I don't mind owning my choices, my frustrations, my failings and my joys now. I also don't mind if those things are different from another person's. I don't try to make them different. I don't try to make them the same. I just let them be mine. Truthfully, I also think this had a lot to do with the timing of my third child. Having three children that are three years and younger can be extremely trying. Not to mention the bias in our culture against having more than two kids and, heaven forbid, three or more children spaced closely together. (I swear there have been times when I've wanted to jump down people's throats and ask them which child should I get rid of?! which one should not exist?! — but that's a post for another time.). I guess what I'm trying to say is that with all the difficulty of having so many young children plus the cultural pressure that you have done something wrong by doing that makes you have to get real comfortable in your own skin real quick or you will just go insane.
And thankfully it all happened by the time I turned 30!
What are your plans for the weekend?
Have a baby, apparently!
Emma Cathlyn was born just three minutes into Saturday morning. She weighed 8 lbs, 14 ozs. We're all doing well.
I found out that I'm pregnant recently with my third child. The baby is due late May/early June. We're very excited. It's funny, we really didn't think I would be able to get pregnant this fast. It took us three years with our first and nine months with our second. I know you're thinking I should have seen a pattern there, but when you go through three years of infertility, you just learn to assume not pregnant. Well, now I look like little miss fertility. It's kind of strange to be able to see the whole family planning conundrum from both perspectives.
So what's going on with me is that I've been swamped with volunteer work as usual, but now it's particularly pressing, because of the pregnancy. I don't know why I have such a rose-colored memory of pregnancy (when I'm not pregnant). I always feel like I've been run over by a truck in the first trimester. I have incredible fatigue and feel nauseated ALL DAY. I'm excited about the pregnancy, but I'll be glad when I start feeling better.
In other news, I had a birthday recently. I'm not thirty, yet!
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