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Sunday, November 25, 2012

35 Weeks


(oohh...nice happy face)

Well, it's been a busy week...not really because of Thanksgiving, but because Dusty had to work a TON (Sunday-Wednesday) and we've (Dusty) had a four-day weekend...which I have completely taken advantage of. I've been flip-flopping between being ridiculously tired, grumpy, and lazy and having energy and finishing odds and ends around the house/going out shopping for things we/I have needed. I guess it is probably nesting that I'm doing...I just keep getting this feeling that I need to finish everything up so this baby can come out...and the longer I take getting things ready, the longer he'll just stay put.
They say the baby puts on a half pound these last few weeks and I think each half pound impacts me greatly...the discomfort increases every week. Now when the baby moves I feel like I'm getting a message gone overboard...like I'm bruised but he just keeps going. I am thankful that he's moving good though. I also often have a hard time breathing and getting comfortable. I've had no swelling so far which has been nice.
Dusty starts working days this week...training to be a driver at Coke. It already feels different having him home Sunday evening...
And here's a picture of Mr. Micah. I read him a bedtime story and let him take the book to bed and when I checked on him here's what I found...

Awww...

Sunday, November 18, 2012

34 Weeks



I saw my doctor on Thursday and got a c-section date scheduled for December 28th. I'm happy about the late date (almost 40 weeks) because I have a better chance of going into labor on my own earlier than that. I go back and forth, but a big part of me really wants to just experience not having a c-section...and I would be comforted that the baby came on its own timing.
My belly has been hurting a lot right around where my c-section scar is...and I even got worried and asked my doctor if it was possible for it to just bust open...and I was serious about the question...she said no. I feel silly about asking but it really hurts...but it's just the ligaments stretching. My back has also been hurting...last night I bit the bullet and took half a dose of Tylenol (I hate taking medication) which helped.
I have a hard time breathing when I'm sitting up and I can't lay back very well without feeling like I'm being smashed.
Today I tried to organize the boys' room a little more and got the newborn clothes out of the closet. It's so hard to shift things around and make things work with such little space but slowly its coming together.

We celebrated Thanksgiving a little early with my mother-in-law on Saturday...and we got a couple of family pictures...Micah was not in the mood to cooperate!!




...and in other news...Dusty got a position as a driver at Coke so this is his LAST.WEEK.ON.NIGHTS....woooohooooo!!!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

33 weeks...



Well, I think I've crossed over into the not-so-fun part of the third trimester. Always tired, feeling giant, hard to move, hard to breathe...punching bag to a very strong 4 lb baby. I often feel very useless...like there is so much I want/need to do but I get tired so quickly. The awesome thing is that during this pregnancy I'm more patient and accepting of that (I've had SUCH a hard time not being able to do everything in the past)...anyways, it shows that God has taught me quite a bit since I was pregnant with Micah. What a change he can bring about by humbling us through things like pregnancy and parenting!

Here is a picture of a bassinet we got from some friends when Micah was born...I think it's about the ugliest thing ever so I'm going to try to re-do it...hopefully I'll be able to show an 'after' picture.

Oh my...and a very unhappy Micah...

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Iowa...

I had a whirlwind 4 day trip to Iowa with Micah over this last weekend. In some ways it was way.too.short...and in other ways I couldn't wait to get home. I regret the most that I did not get more time with my favorite cousin in the whole world...Kate...who is AMAZING with Micah and I just love her. I will miss Casey's taco pizza and my wonderful gramma. My roots are definitely in Iowa and there is something very comforting about the landscape and the people...I love Ohio and my family here but me and Ohio don't go way back like me and Iowa do.


Micah loved this little nook at my dad's house...also my brother put gel in his hair...which accentuated his giant forehead...ha


Micah and uncle Matthew (my lil bro)


Micah and my dad and his first Casey's donut...he ate the whole thing!:)


Micah and Mom's husband John...Micah loves John!!


Micah and my beautiful inside and out mama


Me being a pregnant bum at my mom's house


Me and my sweet little guy


Me, Micah, mom, mom's twin and my aunt Karen


Micah's great aunt Karen...who got an amazingly slobbery kiss from my baby!

Toddler discipline...

When I go home to Iowa I tend to have a lot of anxiety about how Micah will behave while there. I don't always know how he will react to new situations or if he will just have a bad day. I get so little time with my family that I really worry about what they will think...especially since he is the first baby around for the last 19 years.
I think my approach to parenting is patient and loving and my discipline is firm and consistent. I'm not afraid to give a controlled spank (I do not beat my child in any way) and then let him know I still love him. While I think I am consistent he definitely hasn't consistently shown good behavior...it's like a broken math equation to me....consistently discipline should equal consistent good behavior because of known consequences. This does NOT happen though. He is constantly testing his boundaries and asserting his (strong) will. He whimpers sometimes, he fusses, he is not always a gem when I put him down for a nap or bed. He can honestly REALLY test my patience and be naughty and leave me frazzled...he's definitely not perfect!
I am generally around a side of our family here in Ohio and I think they definitely tend toward a very loving patient parenting style. While I was at home in Iowa I realized a huge contrast in parenting philosophy from a ***couple*** (not nearly all) of my family members. I kept hearing comments about what a handful he was....said in a way that did not seem to understand that he is a toddler with energy but insinuated that he was just a naughty boy. (during a time I thought he was being good!) One of my family members even took it upon his/her self to spank him when he/she thought he was being bad...which definitely rubbed me the wrong way since Micah doesn't even know this person from any other person on the street.
Anyways I really was faced with a very harsh seeming form of discipline (to me). Part of me thinks most of my family just hasn't been around small children for ages so don't realize how almost 2-year olds act and they are just grumpy people who don't appreciate the creativity of toddlers and are dying to wield their authority on others. The other part of me questions how I parent and wonders if by now Micah should be really good all the time because he really knows the awful consequences of being naughty like being spanked constantly. Maybe I'm creating 'that kid' for the kindergarten teacher that makes her room look like a tornado blew through. Maybe he will grow up with no boundaries and turn into an awful rebel.
My gut says he is a sweet little guy who is practicing being independent and who often gets frustrated because he is not very good at communicating what he wants/needs. I think he struggles a little in some new situations like taking naps at different homes and he gets bored when he is in the house a lot with nothing to do. And sometimes he IS just strong-willed and naughty.
I really want to respect how sine of my family deals with things and maybe I'm looking on a few people too harshly because I felt like such a bad parent around them (by not wielding enough authority and spanking enough/quickly enough, using anger..etc.)
Anyways, parenting is HARD and I know that I am a HUGE WORK IN PROGRESS!!! I have no doubt that I often don't have a clue. All this questioning has led me to think A LOT about God and how I really need to do my best with Micah and trust in him that he will lead both me and Micah the way we should be.

32 Weeks


This is the only picture from the whole weekend that you can see my belly...not exactly a belly picture but oh well.

So at my doctor appointment my doctor told me that the computer messed up my due date and I am due December 31 like I thought. The only drawback to me was another month of being a giant preggo person and all that comes with that. I'm ok with it now though. I am thinking I want to just schecule the c-section as late as possible and hope to go into labor before it...and have the baby naturally. We'll see.
Micah and I flew to Iowa last weekend and I would NOT recommend traveling with a willful toddler while 32 weeks pregnant. It was just chaos, especially in our layover in Chicago. He kept laying flat on the ground and I had to keep squatting (hard for the preggo lady) and picking him up while carrying a million other things. Anyways I think my bicep is 4x as big as it was just from carrying him. It was hard but I'm glad I made it home.
That's about it for the pregnancy this week. Bye for now.