Monday marks the half way point of my pregnancy..... HOLY CRAP
My princess will be here soon. She will be sweet, beautiful, this little angel to change our lives. She will also probably wake us up in the middle of the night, cry when we are exhausted, poop all over the place, and still manage to have us wrapped around her little finger. If I could go to day one of my pregnancy and tell myself a few things that could make it easier or less stressful, I would. I've compiled the below list for me to remember at the next pregnancy. Let's face it, if I wait until the end I won't remember half of these tips. I barely remember if I put conditioner in my hair as it is.
1) You are pregnant. It's God's design not yours. Get over it and move on. No, it's not your body. It's all going to change. Pull up your big girl panties. Turn the page. Dry your eyes, Cowgirls don't cry. Stop freaking out.
2) Lance Peanut Butter Cheese Crackers, buy in bulk. Keep these in your purse, desk at work, night stand, console and pantry.
3) Know where your nearest toilet or trash can is at all times, you did pretty good with this.
4) Drink more water, even when you think you have drank enough, drink more. You thought you were a water drinker before. You don't even compare to the water you need now.
5) Chocolate Boost will be the only thing you can keep down at times. Probably the best source of calcium you will get as well.
6) Start your spinach smoothies earlier, they are good for your and taste surprisingly delicious. I don't know what you were avoiding.
7) Potty breaks should be taken every hour on the hour. Make sure you go before you leave and as soon as you get there. Girl, there's no holding it.
8) Why did you stop running in the first trimester? Walking the dog was not enough exercise. Thankfully you found the elliptical at the beginning of the second trimester.
9) You need your sleep. The first trimester you will only sleep. Stop feeling guilty for that. Enjoy it. It's the only time you are allowed to be lazy, it's medically necessary.
10) Don't buy pants two sizes too big, they still don't fit you. That's was dumb. Use the rubber band trick, even if you don't feel "put together". Or break down and buy maternity pants.
11) Bangs- they are really cute on you, but your hair grows too fast. Getting them trimmed every week is not worth it. Try the swoopy kind, maybe those will last.
12) Find a prescription prenatal that is one pill and you like taking. The two pills at night are not fun.
Surely this will get me through next time. I can't remember much more. I can't really remember if I actually bought the OJ at the store and left it yesterday or just never put it in my cart. I don't think there are any tips and tricks for pregnancy brain.
Half way there. Can't believe it. Baby H will be here before we know it. I've gained 8 lbs. I read up on it and this is the lower end of normal. I am okay with it, as long as it's normal. All of my blood tests have came back with normal reports. Thyroid is doing good. My hair is growing like crazy and my nails are strong. No real significant cravings other than sugar, the good and bad kind. The Hibdon's are just truckin' along.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Christmas Blessings
This Christmas I really tried to take a mental picture of how wonderful it was. I tried to hold in the blessings and cherish them. I really wanted to savor the holiday, family time and remember the last Christmas before Hibdon and I become parents. I did, I enjoyed, but my mind kept thinking to next year and my AnnaBella. All the family talks were about next year, this and next year, that. I guess we can't contain our excitement. I will savor this cold Christmas and remember it with warm blessings.
December 21st- Hibdon and I were cozy in the house, fire going and tree lit. Maddy snugged up next to me. We spent some quality time together and then I notice a facial mask sticking out of my stocking. Oh, P.S., Hibdon enjoys stuffing my stocking the first week of December. It's the most self control I can ever muster to not peak. I did see the mask and thought of our upcoming date, my favorite date, the tradition he started our first Christmas seeing one another. So I causally informed Hibdon I would be using that, for beauty purposes. I tried to get him to join in...men's skin could benefit as well. It was a no-go, but my face felt amazing!
December 22nd- Sar-Bear and I made the trip to OKC to get a last shop at the outlets in. We claimed we couldn't find what we wanted in Tulsa, but we really just needed and excuse for Kym time. We just love her. She met us, we had a ball. The Hardin's need to move closer. We were back in Green Country by 3, just enough time for Hibdon and I to do our gift exchange and get pretty for our date night.
Date night was finally here, The Nutcracker. I love this date night. Hibdon and I started dating one another in October, not too serious in December. Instead of getting gifts he bought tickets to the Nutcracker and I bought a pretty dress to wear. This would mark the 5th Nutcracker Anniversary for us. Hibdon isn't the biggest ballet fan, but he goes and enjoys himself for me. Which makes me love him even more. So maybe I was a little late getting ready and the night forced me to say "You're right" three times. Those words taste awful coming out. I still loved the night. We had Flemings, the made it right on time. Right after Hibdon had to drive like a manic to get there, we had to pay for parking in quarters because I forgot to grab cash and I about knocked over a 8 year old getting to the restroom. I spent the night seeing little girls with their Daddy's excited to see the ballerinas. I thought of AnnaBella. I asked Adam if he was excited to do this with her. His reply, " This is our date Barbie Doll, I like it being us. Her Gpa can take her, that can be their special date. I want to save this for you." My reply, "You're right".
December 23rd- Church with Momma and Hibdon, then present time with Momma. Loved it, so did Maddy, she got a new bed. Oh to be a dog. The night consisted of Momma and I whipping up a million Christmas goodies with the new Kitchen Aide mixer Hibdon bought me. We made cinnamon rolls (PW style), Snickers cheesecake (my first ever), cupcakes, fudge, chex mix and tortilla roll ups. Mema always said, "the fastest way to a man's heart is through his belly". I think Momma and I nailed it. This night I thought of AnnaBella in a little apron right in the middle of us helping. In due time.
December 24th- Off to Gpa and Hon's we had loads of E time. He had a good practice Christmas, of opening presents before AnnaBella gets here. He's ready to help her next year. Lots of card games. Hibdon won in Jubile, he didn't even have to play on his looks. Shayne and Hibdon beat SIL and I in Spades, a blind neal went bad. Loads of laugh until you cry moments, videos from the past, and new memories made.
December 25th- Up at 7 to a little man saying Choo Choo at his new train. Watched him open presents, ate a breakfast feast with Hon's special casseroles and visited family throughout Barnsdall. Couldn't have made it better.
AnnaBella, I'm excited for all the Christmas blessings you will have coming your way. I hope you felt the warmth this year.
December 21st- Hibdon and I were cozy in the house, fire going and tree lit. Maddy snugged up next to me. We spent some quality time together and then I notice a facial mask sticking out of my stocking. Oh, P.S., Hibdon enjoys stuffing my stocking the first week of December. It's the most self control I can ever muster to not peak. I did see the mask and thought of our upcoming date, my favorite date, the tradition he started our first Christmas seeing one another. So I causally informed Hibdon I would be using that, for beauty purposes. I tried to get him to join in...men's skin could benefit as well. It was a no-go, but my face felt amazing!
December 22nd- Sar-Bear and I made the trip to OKC to get a last shop at the outlets in. We claimed we couldn't find what we wanted in Tulsa, but we really just needed and excuse for Kym time. We just love her. She met us, we had a ball. The Hardin's need to move closer. We were back in Green Country by 3, just enough time for Hibdon and I to do our gift exchange and get pretty for our date night.
Date night was finally here, The Nutcracker. I love this date night. Hibdon and I started dating one another in October, not too serious in December. Instead of getting gifts he bought tickets to the Nutcracker and I bought a pretty dress to wear. This would mark the 5th Nutcracker Anniversary for us. Hibdon isn't the biggest ballet fan, but he goes and enjoys himself for me. Which makes me love him even more. So maybe I was a little late getting ready and the night forced me to say "You're right" three times. Those words taste awful coming out. I still loved the night. We had Flemings, the made it right on time. Right after Hibdon had to drive like a manic to get there, we had to pay for parking in quarters because I forgot to grab cash and I about knocked over a 8 year old getting to the restroom. I spent the night seeing little girls with their Daddy's excited to see the ballerinas. I thought of AnnaBella. I asked Adam if he was excited to do this with her. His reply, " This is our date Barbie Doll, I like it being us. Her Gpa can take her, that can be their special date. I want to save this for you." My reply, "You're right".
December 23rd- Church with Momma and Hibdon, then present time with Momma. Loved it, so did Maddy, she got a new bed. Oh to be a dog. The night consisted of Momma and I whipping up a million Christmas goodies with the new Kitchen Aide mixer Hibdon bought me. We made cinnamon rolls (PW style), Snickers cheesecake (my first ever), cupcakes, fudge, chex mix and tortilla roll ups. Mema always said, "the fastest way to a man's heart is through his belly". I think Momma and I nailed it. This night I thought of AnnaBella in a little apron right in the middle of us helping. In due time.
December 24th- Off to Gpa and Hon's we had loads of E time. He had a good practice Christmas, of opening presents before AnnaBella gets here. He's ready to help her next year. Lots of card games. Hibdon won in Jubile, he didn't even have to play on his looks. Shayne and Hibdon beat SIL and I in Spades, a blind neal went bad. Loads of laugh until you cry moments, videos from the past, and new memories made.
December 25th- Up at 7 to a little man saying Choo Choo at his new train. Watched him open presents, ate a breakfast feast with Hon's special casseroles and visited family throughout Barnsdall. Couldn't have made it better.
AnnaBella, I'm excited for all the Christmas blessings you will have coming your way. I hope you felt the warmth this year.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Angel Cousins
As I said last week, Papa had surgery. He is recovering really well and things are going great. A little catch to having Papa out is that he is the primary care giver for my Mema. Mema has Parkinson's disease, is aging quickly, has a broken hip that refuses to heal and is down to incredible 78 lbs. We have the most amazing nurses who care for Mema from 5 am- 7 pm. After that Papa picks up the slack and all of us rotate weekend stays with Mema to give Papa a break. My Aunt Nita has really been taking the brunt of staying with Mema. I have been staying a few nights to give her a break. The last time I stayed with Mema it really got to me physically. I realized that I am slowly not able to care for her as much.
So Monday Aunt Nita messages me at work to ask if I could stay Wednesday. Aunt Nita has a high fever and is feeling terrible. I knew she needed rest and had been doing way too much. I told her yes, I could do it, but in the back of my mind I just felt exhausted. I sent a text to my cousin T to tell her I really needed to chat. Once we got on the phone I filled her in and told her my worries, frustrations and concerns. She clued me into the she and J feel about things and that she would talk to J about how I feel.
A few hours later I get a text from J saying, "we will stay with Mema. Love you!" They are so amazing, I didn't call to get them to stay with her. I called to vent/whine/problem solve. T knew that I wasn't trying to get them to do anything, we just needed to communicate. So there you have it, my sweet cousins came in like angels and protected the health of Aunt Nita and I. They gave us peace and comfort. I am so thankful for them and my sweet family. It's so nice to know the amount of love I will raise my baby in.
Pregnant with Possibilites
I have this friend, Mrs. D. She used to be a coworker of mine. Since we have both traveled in different career directions we still keep in touch often. Our lives are busy and getting phone time is limited. On the few days she is traveling early in the morning she will call me and we talk as I drive to work. It's a nice change of pace from the typical morning drive.
This morning was a Mrs. D kind of morning. We caught up on what's new. Hibdon's promotion, her work/life balance, pregnancy and her 4 kiddos. It was pretty general until she said, "I just wanted you to know you have been on my heart, your pregnancy was something I've really been praying for". It was slightly out of nowhere, but not out of the ordinary for a Mrs. D convo. When she said that, I got chills. Just last Thursday I had a high power hormone/anxiety moment. I was sitting in the chair and felt AnnaBella move, as always I tell Hibdon to quickly come feel. Right after I had this major rush of claustrophobia. My head was spinning and I honestly didn't know if I could carry this baby anymore, let alone until May. I told Hibdon and he reassured me it was probably hormones and he's sure every woman feels that way at some point. I felt so guilty for the next two days, well still do a little, but Friday and Saturday were heavy. Especially after the tragedy that stole so much joy in this country. I felt so guilty for wanting to rush the pregnancy.
Back to Mrs. D---- When she told me she had been praying for me, I blurted out how I felt the other day. Now I have been reassured by Hibdon and my Momma, but Mrs. D provided clarity to me. Of course she told me that won't be the last time I feel like that, but not to worry to pray. She told me right now I am realizing more and more every day that this is not my body. I could really convince myself that it was my body before the baby, controlling anything I didn't like. Really I belong to God and pregnancy will never be something I can control. We talked about how I can be a slight overachiever and blow through time lines, finish early, beat the expectations. Well, it doesn't work like that with pregnancy. Having a baby is all in God's time. Just like getting pregnant is all in God's time. I am learning all of this more and more each day. Mrs. D talked to me about how not only is God preparing my heart for AnnaBella, but Hibdon's too. To rush him wouldn't be fair, to Hibdon or AnnaBella. She deserves parents who are ready mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually, financially, and more. Mrs. D also clued me in to something she learned with her hubs, it opens you into a new level of your relationship you didn't know was possible.
So as I became so comforted, encouraged and excited for God's perfect timing I realized Mrs. D was the best person to talk to. I am so happy to have a growing little princess inside of me. I hope she is comfortable, can feel my love and is getting every little thing she needs. Mrs. D told me one last thing that I have been thinking about all day. She said, "You are pregnant with possibilities". I'm just so excited at the possibilities that my sweet angel will provide. That just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
This morning was a Mrs. D kind of morning. We caught up on what's new. Hibdon's promotion, her work/life balance, pregnancy and her 4 kiddos. It was pretty general until she said, "I just wanted you to know you have been on my heart, your pregnancy was something I've really been praying for". It was slightly out of nowhere, but not out of the ordinary for a Mrs. D convo. When she said that, I got chills. Just last Thursday I had a high power hormone/anxiety moment. I was sitting in the chair and felt AnnaBella move, as always I tell Hibdon to quickly come feel. Right after I had this major rush of claustrophobia. My head was spinning and I honestly didn't know if I could carry this baby anymore, let alone until May. I told Hibdon and he reassured me it was probably hormones and he's sure every woman feels that way at some point. I felt so guilty for the next two days, well still do a little, but Friday and Saturday were heavy. Especially after the tragedy that stole so much joy in this country. I felt so guilty for wanting to rush the pregnancy.
Back to Mrs. D---- When she told me she had been praying for me, I blurted out how I felt the other day. Now I have been reassured by Hibdon and my Momma, but Mrs. D provided clarity to me. Of course she told me that won't be the last time I feel like that, but not to worry to pray. She told me right now I am realizing more and more every day that this is not my body. I could really convince myself that it was my body before the baby, controlling anything I didn't like. Really I belong to God and pregnancy will never be something I can control. We talked about how I can be a slight overachiever and blow through time lines, finish early, beat the expectations. Well, it doesn't work like that with pregnancy. Having a baby is all in God's time. Just like getting pregnant is all in God's time. I am learning all of this more and more each day. Mrs. D talked to me about how not only is God preparing my heart for AnnaBella, but Hibdon's too. To rush him wouldn't be fair, to Hibdon or AnnaBella. She deserves parents who are ready mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually, financially, and more. Mrs. D also clued me in to something she learned with her hubs, it opens you into a new level of your relationship you didn't know was possible.
So as I became so comforted, encouraged and excited for God's perfect timing I realized Mrs. D was the best person to talk to. I am so happy to have a growing little princess inside of me. I hope she is comfortable, can feel my love and is getting every little thing she needs. Mrs. D told me one last thing that I have been thinking about all day. She said, "You are pregnant with possibilities". I'm just so excited at the possibilities that my sweet angel will provide. That just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Before Baby Bucket List
Last week my sweet friend Tiff, who has an awesome blog, updated her 30 by 30 list. She is pretty impressive with her bucket listing. She has always kept a bucket list and she checks it off. Hibdon and I made our on bucket list one weekend trip to a winery. It was fun and we are good about checking things off. This 30 by 30 list had me thinking about my bucket list before the baby. I told Tiff I was going to copy her idea, make a little before baby bucket list. She told me I could as long as I blogged about it, she must of learned this trickery in her fancy pants law school.
So below is my before baby bucket list. Sweet Meg brought it to my attention that I am almost half way through my pregnancy. Game plan is to finish this bucket list before my sweet angel gets here.
1) Read a new nonbaby/pregnant book once a month
2) Read a baby raising/healthy life style book once a month
3) Learn to bake all the sweets in my Jessica Seinfeld cookbook
4) Make one of the million pinterest projects that I have pinned-once a month
5) Make a new pinterest meal once a week
6) Drop everything and take a weekend get-a-way with Hibdon
7) Drop everything and go to the land with Hibdon
8) Schedule a massage once a month
9) Take E on Aunt B only dates
10) Organize my Life
11) Start a sewing or knitting or crocheting class
12) Start a new devotional to prepare my heart for motherhood
13) Take a meal to the neighbors once a week
14) Anonymously buy a family's meal
15) Spend an evening once a week with Hibdon and no tv, phone or ipad. Just QT
16) Call all three grandma's and say "I love you". Once a week
17) Invite all the friends that we keep "meaning" to have to dinner with over for a pot luck. All of them at once.
18) Add all of my friends birthdays to a reminder on my phone.
19) Take up pregnancy yoga
20) Send a gift to my friends once a month (straight from Tiff)
So there you have it. I have just a little under 19 weeks to get this accomplished. I got this.
So below is my before baby bucket list. Sweet Meg brought it to my attention that I am almost half way through my pregnancy. Game plan is to finish this bucket list before my sweet angel gets here.
1) Read a new nonbaby/pregnant book once a month
2) Read a baby raising/healthy life style book once a month
3) Learn to bake all the sweets in my Jessica Seinfeld cookbook
4) Make one of the million pinterest projects that I have pinned-once a month
5) Make a new pinterest meal once a week
6) Drop everything and take a weekend get-a-way with Hibdon
7) Drop everything and go to the land with Hibdon
8) Schedule a massage once a month
9) Take E on Aunt B only dates
10) Organize my Life
11) Start a sewing or knitting or crocheting class
12) Start a new devotional to prepare my heart for motherhood
13) Take a meal to the neighbors once a week
14) Anonymously buy a family's meal
15) Spend an evening once a week with Hibdon and no tv, phone or ipad. Just QT
16) Call all three grandma's and say "I love you". Once a week
17) Invite all the friends that we keep "meaning" to have to dinner with over for a pot luck. All of them at once.
18) Add all of my friends birthdays to a reminder on my phone.
19) Take up pregnancy yoga
20) Send a gift to my friends once a month (straight from Tiff)
So there you have it. I have just a little under 19 weeks to get this accomplished. I got this.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Praying for Papa with the Big Hearts
This is the blog where I tell you my overwhelming love for my Daddy, AnnaBella's Papa. Today I spent the entire day (starting at 4 a.m.) with my Daddy and the staff at St. John's. Papa had his third lumbar surgery today. The one performed today was slightly cutting edge. His doctor hadn't performed this before, so I was slightly more nervous than usual. The staff was amazing and they went through extra measures to ensure everything went according to plan. While their plan was great and the surgery went well, it took an hour and a half longer than it was supposed to. Not cool Doc, I'm preggo, up way too early and my emotions are slightly erratic from time to time.
Last night I got a little anxious to get this over with and Papa feeling good again. I sent a text to a few prayer warrior friends to get the comfort of a community of believers praying for my guy. I had a little trouble falling asleep thinking of Papa and AnnaBella. I desperately wanted this surgery to make him feel good again. I want him rid of his pain and ailments. It's very difficult seeing your big strong Papa Bear in pain, not being able to lift things too heavy, not being able sit for too long, not being able to drive in a car too long. He's always been great at making me feel just like Daddy's girl. Starting in elementary Papa bought me a mum every year for homecoming, the card would always say "You're my homecoming queen". He's great at writing letters, he would write me the sweetest letters when he and Big Brother would go on trips. Still to this day, he wrote me a note giving me a key to the new locks at this house. "You have always had the key to my heart". I will probably never be too old to get a bear and a rose for Valentine's Day nor will I get too old for the phone call telling me to get home before the weather gets bad. My entire life he has always said I could be whatever I wanted, maybe the first female President. He stills says that, even though politics stress me out. I can only imagine how Little AnnaBella will be treated. She's going to be his baby's baby, that's a big ace in the hole. She is probably smiling deviously right now at all the spoiling she is going to receive.
So today when AnnaBella's Papa crossed through the double doors that kept me out, my stomach came to knots. I was good at first grabbed breakfast and then read a Dixie Cash book to take my mind off of things. Then I got a call from the nurse saying the surgery has started and things were great. He said he thought the surgery would be finished in 45 minutes, he would call then. Well, an hour and half came and not a call. So I continued my prayers and started reading scriptures of faith and healing. I was NOT going to let Satan shake my faith. Then out of nowhere, two men asked if someone was with the McCauley family. I stood up and they introduced themselves as the Pastor of the First Baptist Church and Boys Basketball Coach of Barnsdall. Now I haven't lived in Barnsdall in 7 years and these are positions that have changed a little, so not knowing them seemed reasonable. They came to check in on Papa and then asked if I would like to pray with them. Wow, what sweet relief. Yes, please, let's pray! I needed that, I needed them to walk in and pray with me. God just knew I needed that. So we chatted and then they told me the church would have a special prayer for Papa tonight for healing. They were so kind and I was in awe. Awe of how quickly God responded to my need and of the sweet, sweet hearts of the people in my hometown.
Barnsdall started out as Big Heart, a very long time ago. I can't remember the year, but it changed to Barnsdall. To honor the first name the town has Big Heart Day the last Saturday in May. I haven't missed it in years, now I don't think I could. Today these men, who weren't raised in the town, gave me a good dose of home cookin'. I ate it with a big spoon, it fed my soul. They showed their Big Heart for Papa. So kind.
So Papa finished surgery 2 hours and 15 minutes later. I grabbed lunch and waited for him to get a room. Once we were there he was in pain. I helped him get tons of water and force down a few crackers. Once he was comfortable and in his silk pjs, we took a 30 minute nap. After that he was walking around again and had a little food. Now he won't be running marathons tonight, but hopefully he gets some rest and is released tomorrow. I'll bring him home and do my best pregnancy nursing possible. For now, this preggo is pooped. It may be slightly early, but I am heading to bed and putting on my oversized Victoria Secret pj pants and one of Hibdon's old baseball t-shirts, the kind with his name and number on the back. I'll get right in the middle of my California king bed and sleep the crap out of it.
Night Y'all
Last night I got a little anxious to get this over with and Papa feeling good again. I sent a text to a few prayer warrior friends to get the comfort of a community of believers praying for my guy. I had a little trouble falling asleep thinking of Papa and AnnaBella. I desperately wanted this surgery to make him feel good again. I want him rid of his pain and ailments. It's very difficult seeing your big strong Papa Bear in pain, not being able to lift things too heavy, not being able sit for too long, not being able to drive in a car too long. He's always been great at making me feel just like Daddy's girl. Starting in elementary Papa bought me a mum every year for homecoming, the card would always say "You're my homecoming queen". He's great at writing letters, he would write me the sweetest letters when he and Big Brother would go on trips. Still to this day, he wrote me a note giving me a key to the new locks at this house. "You have always had the key to my heart". I will probably never be too old to get a bear and a rose for Valentine's Day nor will I get too old for the phone call telling me to get home before the weather gets bad. My entire life he has always said I could be whatever I wanted, maybe the first female President. He stills says that, even though politics stress me out. I can only imagine how Little AnnaBella will be treated. She's going to be his baby's baby, that's a big ace in the hole. She is probably smiling deviously right now at all the spoiling she is going to receive.
So today when AnnaBella's Papa crossed through the double doors that kept me out, my stomach came to knots. I was good at first grabbed breakfast and then read a Dixie Cash book to take my mind off of things. Then I got a call from the nurse saying the surgery has started and things were great. He said he thought the surgery would be finished in 45 minutes, he would call then. Well, an hour and half came and not a call. So I continued my prayers and started reading scriptures of faith and healing. I was NOT going to let Satan shake my faith. Then out of nowhere, two men asked if someone was with the McCauley family. I stood up and they introduced themselves as the Pastor of the First Baptist Church and Boys Basketball Coach of Barnsdall. Now I haven't lived in Barnsdall in 7 years and these are positions that have changed a little, so not knowing them seemed reasonable. They came to check in on Papa and then asked if I would like to pray with them. Wow, what sweet relief. Yes, please, let's pray! I needed that, I needed them to walk in and pray with me. God just knew I needed that. So we chatted and then they told me the church would have a special prayer for Papa tonight for healing. They were so kind and I was in awe. Awe of how quickly God responded to my need and of the sweet, sweet hearts of the people in my hometown.
Barnsdall started out as Big Heart, a very long time ago. I can't remember the year, but it changed to Barnsdall. To honor the first name the town has Big Heart Day the last Saturday in May. I haven't missed it in years, now I don't think I could. Today these men, who weren't raised in the town, gave me a good dose of home cookin'. I ate it with a big spoon, it fed my soul. They showed their Big Heart for Papa. So kind.
So Papa finished surgery 2 hours and 15 minutes later. I grabbed lunch and waited for him to get a room. Once we were there he was in pain. I helped him get tons of water and force down a few crackers. Once he was comfortable and in his silk pjs, we took a 30 minute nap. After that he was walking around again and had a little food. Now he won't be running marathons tonight, but hopefully he gets some rest and is released tomorrow. I'll bring him home and do my best pregnancy nursing possible. For now, this preggo is pooped. It may be slightly early, but I am heading to bed and putting on my oversized Victoria Secret pj pants and one of Hibdon's old baseball t-shirts, the kind with his name and number on the back. I'll get right in the middle of my California king bed and sleep the crap out of it.
Night Y'all
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Little AJ
When Hibdon and I first saw the news we only talked about girls names, but when we joked about Hibdon raising a girl he couldn't go there. He would always say that's a little wrestler in there, Little Adam Jr. Which later was AJ. He would always refer to the baby as Little AJ.
Turns out we right from the beginning and it was a girl. Out of the two names we liked, we found a Little AJ. AnnaBella Jane that is. We had the opportunity to see our little sweet pea today. I am 17 weeks and lost weight...whoops. I'm chalking it up to the sickness last week. The doctor was great and gave me plenty of time to ask lots of questions.
He asked me a question that really resonated with me. He said I am now able to have the quad blood screening to check if my child would have spina bifida, down syndrome or other genetic disorders. He said I am at the stage to have these tests. He also said he will only approve them after I answer one question. He asked me if I get an abnormal test result does that mean something in wrong with my baby. I quickly replied No. Without thinking I went with a positive outlook. 1) An abnormal result could be skewed now and provide "normalcy" later. 2) If the "worst case" scenario happens it will be a precious child that my God blessed me with. I have never in my life be so at peace with the unknown. I want my baby to be healthy. I don't want my child to need to deal with medications and a billion doctors appointments. I do believe that every child is such a blessing. This is MY baby normal or abnormal she is MINE and I love her right now more than I could have ever dreamed. She is mine and I am hers.
After my quick no, Dr. N said "that's what I wanted to hear. If you said yes, I wouldn't agree to it." So after yet another vile of blood taken, we have a test underway.
Miss AnnaBella was a little sleepy during her photo shoot today so all of the pictures are covering her face. Here's the best one. She's just perfect. I just stare and gush at my little Princess.
I belong to you, You belong to me
You're my Sweet Heart
Turns out we right from the beginning and it was a girl. Out of the two names we liked, we found a Little AJ. AnnaBella Jane that is. We had the opportunity to see our little sweet pea today. I am 17 weeks and lost weight...whoops. I'm chalking it up to the sickness last week. The doctor was great and gave me plenty of time to ask lots of questions.
He asked me a question that really resonated with me. He said I am now able to have the quad blood screening to check if my child would have spina bifida, down syndrome or other genetic disorders. He said I am at the stage to have these tests. He also said he will only approve them after I answer one question. He asked me if I get an abnormal test result does that mean something in wrong with my baby. I quickly replied No. Without thinking I went with a positive outlook. 1) An abnormal result could be skewed now and provide "normalcy" later. 2) If the "worst case" scenario happens it will be a precious child that my God blessed me with. I have never in my life be so at peace with the unknown. I want my baby to be healthy. I don't want my child to need to deal with medications and a billion doctors appointments. I do believe that every child is such a blessing. This is MY baby normal or abnormal she is MINE and I love her right now more than I could have ever dreamed. She is mine and I am hers.
After my quick no, Dr. N said "that's what I wanted to hear. If you said yes, I wouldn't agree to it." So after yet another vile of blood taken, we have a test underway.
Miss AnnaBella was a little sleepy during her photo shoot today so all of the pictures are covering her face. Here's the best one. She's just perfect. I just stare and gush at my little Princess.
I belong to you, You belong to me
You're my Sweet Heart
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Bo Knows
There is nothing baby related about this post, but I must say I am inspired. Last night Hibdon and I watched the 30 for 30 special on Bo Jackson. Those specials always sucked us in, but we had been planning on watching this one after a Bo vs. Deon Sanders debate on First Take. So as we are watching the Heisman, (Kudos Johnny Football and congrats to my Aggie Bestest Tator) we see this special is coming up next. Yes, we live a thrilling life. In our defense I am pregnant and was incredibly sick.
I don't remember too much of the Bo Jackson days, I was a little young. I remember the popularity of "Bo Knows", the cartoon of the athlete super heroes, baseball cards and the posters Big Brother had on his walls. I didn't know why it was so short lived. Honestly, I thought he probably got himself into trouble and it ended his career. I was so wrong! Watching this special and the Heisman was just a little too much for my pregnant heart, got me right there, you know?
Bo Jackson was one of the greatest athletes of all time. He played both professional baseball and football at the same time. He had principles and stood by them. He is still the only player to play in the Pro Bowl and All Star game. Just a living legend. You won't see him in the hall of fame though. He had a massive career ending injury to end his career early. He was tackle in a small simple way, but because of his pure strength the force of his leg motion dislocated his hip. He would end up needed hip replacement surgery at 28 years old. He was the only player to come back from that, but it just wasn't the same.
I'm a Coach's kid and can get sucked into these documentaries pretty easy. Hibdon loves it, it's right up his alley. I will tell you I could probably watch the Notebook or the biggest chick flick right now and not cry. However, a sports moment, seeing the stories on Manti Te'o, Collin Klein and watching an eager energetic freshman win the Heisman. Then seeing the Bo story. Too much for my pregnant heart. Can't do it, I get teary. I stay away from my all time favorite movie right now. For the Love of the Game. I would be a basket case. I'm weird, I know. I'm getting used to it.
I don't remember too much of the Bo Jackson days, I was a little young. I remember the popularity of "Bo Knows", the cartoon of the athlete super heroes, baseball cards and the posters Big Brother had on his walls. I didn't know why it was so short lived. Honestly, I thought he probably got himself into trouble and it ended his career. I was so wrong! Watching this special and the Heisman was just a little too much for my pregnant heart, got me right there, you know?
Bo Jackson was one of the greatest athletes of all time. He played both professional baseball and football at the same time. He had principles and stood by them. He is still the only player to play in the Pro Bowl and All Star game. Just a living legend. You won't see him in the hall of fame though. He had a massive career ending injury to end his career early. He was tackle in a small simple way, but because of his pure strength the force of his leg motion dislocated his hip. He would end up needed hip replacement surgery at 28 years old. He was the only player to come back from that, but it just wasn't the same.
I'm a Coach's kid and can get sucked into these documentaries pretty easy. Hibdon loves it, it's right up his alley. I will tell you I could probably watch the Notebook or the biggest chick flick right now and not cry. However, a sports moment, seeing the stories on Manti Te'o, Collin Klein and watching an eager energetic freshman win the Heisman. Then seeing the Bo story. Too much for my pregnant heart. Can't do it, I get teary. I stay away from my all time favorite movie right now. For the Love of the Game. I would be a basket case. I'm weird, I know. I'm getting used to it.
Just a little TLC is all I needed.
Yesterday marked 72 hours of feeling like crap-ola. Not just a little cold, like (sorry for the graphics) puking my guts up. Here's how it began...
Nice dinner Wednesday night with Uncle Speed and Aunt Sar, stuffed myself like a tick. Then I stayed up later than normal, which had me excited to be apart of the real world again. When I got out of bed Thursday I was still miserably stuffed and felt awful. I went to work and even emailed Aunt Sar and Tiffy to tell them how annoyed I was with those "eating for two people". My appetite has picked up, but my stomach is still the same size and the one meal I "ate for two" I was punished for it. I was on my soapbox. Then Thursday morning turned into almost lunch and so did the chills and fever. I felt horrible, seriously it was worse than "morning sickness". I told my boss my symptoms and she told me to go home. My boss and coworkers are slightly germaphobic. They all looked very concerned, but from afar.
So home I went, Hibdon was off that day and did the best care taking possible. I went straight to bed and we called the nurse. Just as sweet as she could be, told me to treat my symptoms. So, off to the store Hibdon went. He brought back a care package of powerade, chicken noodle soup, medicine and trashy magazines. Then he let Maddy pup snuggle me in bed. We slept all day and night, only waking up to up-chuck the fluids I had taken in. Friday I called the nurse again and this time she gave me a timeline, if I couldn't keep 7-Up down by 4:00 p.m. it was time to go to the hospital to get an IV. That did not sound like fun so I slowly sipped until a full can of 7-Up was down. Small victories.
CC came over Friday night and brought me a baked potato, that I was craving. I ate a little less than half. I also ate three pickles, I think the first time in my life I have wanted pickles for the pure nutritional value. She hung out with me until I went to bed. There is just something about your Momma being there when you are sick. I'll never be too old for that, never.
Saturday I was sure I would feel back to normal. Got ready for the day, packed a gym bag and went to work. I was so excited to get into the office and catch-up. I was wrong, I didn't last long and there was no way I could have made it to the gym. Back home I went to find Hon, Grandma Jane and McKenna cleaning my house to a sparkle and making pot roast. It was soooo nice to come home to that. They sent me right to bed and let themselves out. I started feeling better at the end of the night. I can drink water and eat solid foods!! It's been a rough ride, but I think all the extra TLC I have been getting was just what the doctor ordered. With my family if I could bottle that up and sell it on the black market, I'd be rolling in it. They are pros at TLC.
This leaves me incredibly anxious to go to our next appointment on Tuesday. It's been on the calendar for months and every week we near it I get excited, but with not eating for 48 hours I am nervous. Say a little pray for Baby AnnaBella please. The nurse reassured me that the baby gets all the nutrients she needs and then I get mine. Which is why it takes a while to recover. She's right I am sure, but I just need confirmation. Plus with my recent inability to keep liquids down I haven't taken my thyroid pill or vitamins in a few days. I keep telling myself there was a time pregnant women didn't know it wasn't okay to drink or smoke. Surely, a few days of not pumping the extras into will be just fine.
Thank you Lord for being bigger than my little flu bug!
Nice dinner Wednesday night with Uncle Speed and Aunt Sar, stuffed myself like a tick. Then I stayed up later than normal, which had me excited to be apart of the real world again. When I got out of bed Thursday I was still miserably stuffed and felt awful. I went to work and even emailed Aunt Sar and Tiffy to tell them how annoyed I was with those "eating for two people". My appetite has picked up, but my stomach is still the same size and the one meal I "ate for two" I was punished for it. I was on my soapbox. Then Thursday morning turned into almost lunch and so did the chills and fever. I felt horrible, seriously it was worse than "morning sickness". I told my boss my symptoms and she told me to go home. My boss and coworkers are slightly germaphobic. They all looked very concerned, but from afar.
So home I went, Hibdon was off that day and did the best care taking possible. I went straight to bed and we called the nurse. Just as sweet as she could be, told me to treat my symptoms. So, off to the store Hibdon went. He brought back a care package of powerade, chicken noodle soup, medicine and trashy magazines. Then he let Maddy pup snuggle me in bed. We slept all day and night, only waking up to up-chuck the fluids I had taken in. Friday I called the nurse again and this time she gave me a timeline, if I couldn't keep 7-Up down by 4:00 p.m. it was time to go to the hospital to get an IV. That did not sound like fun so I slowly sipped until a full can of 7-Up was down. Small victories.
CC came over Friday night and brought me a baked potato, that I was craving. I ate a little less than half. I also ate three pickles, I think the first time in my life I have wanted pickles for the pure nutritional value. She hung out with me until I went to bed. There is just something about your Momma being there when you are sick. I'll never be too old for that, never.
Saturday I was sure I would feel back to normal. Got ready for the day, packed a gym bag and went to work. I was so excited to get into the office and catch-up. I was wrong, I didn't last long and there was no way I could have made it to the gym. Back home I went to find Hon, Grandma Jane and McKenna cleaning my house to a sparkle and making pot roast. It was soooo nice to come home to that. They sent me right to bed and let themselves out. I started feeling better at the end of the night. I can drink water and eat solid foods!! It's been a rough ride, but I think all the extra TLC I have been getting was just what the doctor ordered. With my family if I could bottle that up and sell it on the black market, I'd be rolling in it. They are pros at TLC.
This leaves me incredibly anxious to go to our next appointment on Tuesday. It's been on the calendar for months and every week we near it I get excited, but with not eating for 48 hours I am nervous. Say a little pray for Baby AnnaBella please. The nurse reassured me that the baby gets all the nutrients she needs and then I get mine. Which is why it takes a while to recover. She's right I am sure, but I just need confirmation. Plus with my recent inability to keep liquids down I haven't taken my thyroid pill or vitamins in a few days. I keep telling myself there was a time pregnant women didn't know it wasn't okay to drink or smoke. Surely, a few days of not pumping the extras into will be just fine.
Thank you Lord for being bigger than my little flu bug!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Name Game
Tonight Hibdon and I finally solidified the name of our little Princess. We have been talking about girls names from the first day we found out that we were expanding our family. The two names we were thinking of were Abigail and AnnaBella. Hibdon's choice was Abigail and mine AnnaBella. We would go back and forth on both names. Finally, Hibdon asked me to look up the meaning of the names.
AnnaBella- Beautiful Grace. Special right? It's a pretty name and the meaning is even Grace. I melted.
Abigail- A father's joy. You have got to be kidding me! How do I compete with that? He likes a name that literally means HIS joy. Come on!
So I thought I had lost until I told Adam why I like AnnaBella. My Granny's name is Anna Ruth. She is so kind and caring. She has never met a stranger and has mothered/grandmothered about every kid in town. There are kids that I call or have called my cousins that are not related to me. Only because my Granny treated them as her own.
My Momma who I love more than anything, her name is Claudia Ann. She is stronger than any woman I have ever met, gives more until she can give no longer, absolutely never judges and is incredibly intelligent. She is always increasing her knowledge and providing new challenges for herself.
My Momma continued the "Ann" name by naming me Brianna.
Once Hibdon knew this he understood why I picked AnnaBella. He was very concerned about what her nickname would be. I am less concerned. I think there no way to predict her nickname. 95% of my friends and family call me Bri, my best friend Tator and some high school friends call me Brito, Big Brother, Duke and Tommy still call me B.B. and Neel calls me B. There's no way to predict that. Still, Hibdon needed to figure it out. So if we choose to shorten her name we will call her Ella, but I think AnnaBella will be used more frequently.
AnnaBella's middle name was a no brainer. Jane. AnnaBella's middle name will be after Hibdon's sweet Grandma Jane. She is the most caring, giving, prayer warrior of a grandmother. She has cared for many kids in Barnsdall and devoted all her free time to Hibdon and SIL. Just for funsies I looked up Jane, it means God is gracious. Of course it does. We love her and couldn't imagine life without her.
AnnaBella Jane Hibdon will be the beautiful grace in our life that God will so graciously bless us with.
AnnaBella- Beautiful Grace. Special right? It's a pretty name and the meaning is even Grace. I melted.
Abigail- A father's joy. You have got to be kidding me! How do I compete with that? He likes a name that literally means HIS joy. Come on!
So I thought I had lost until I told Adam why I like AnnaBella. My Granny's name is Anna Ruth. She is so kind and caring. She has never met a stranger and has mothered/grandmothered about every kid in town. There are kids that I call or have called my cousins that are not related to me. Only because my Granny treated them as her own.
My Momma who I love more than anything, her name is Claudia Ann. She is stronger than any woman I have ever met, gives more until she can give no longer, absolutely never judges and is incredibly intelligent. She is always increasing her knowledge and providing new challenges for herself.
My Momma continued the "Ann" name by naming me Brianna.
Once Hibdon knew this he understood why I picked AnnaBella. He was very concerned about what her nickname would be. I am less concerned. I think there no way to predict her nickname. 95% of my friends and family call me Bri, my best friend Tator and some high school friends call me Brito, Big Brother, Duke and Tommy still call me B.B. and Neel calls me B. There's no way to predict that. Still, Hibdon needed to figure it out. So if we choose to shorten her name we will call her Ella, but I think AnnaBella will be used more frequently.
AnnaBella's middle name was a no brainer. Jane. AnnaBella's middle name will be after Hibdon's sweet Grandma Jane. She is the most caring, giving, prayer warrior of a grandmother. She has cared for many kids in Barnsdall and devoted all her free time to Hibdon and SIL. Just for funsies I looked up Jane, it means God is gracious. Of course it does. We love her and couldn't imagine life without her.
AnnaBella Jane Hibdon will be the beautiful grace in our life that God will so graciously bless us with.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Aunt Randi-Doll
I have always known how smart Big Brother was, but lately I have been doubting his intelligence. He has been dating Randi-Doll for sometime now and not popped the question. I LOVE Randi-Doll, I almost think she's my soul mate.
Randi-Doll is gorgeous, fun, easy going, witty and creative. She loves Big Brother more than I thought was possible and maintains all the patience he needs. She has faithfully supported Big Brother and perfectly fit into our family.
Well, tonight he did it! Big Brother bought a ring, planned the event, and asked her to be his wife. He did it right too. They love the outdoors and love hiking. This weekend's weather was perfect for it too. They hiked like any old hike to a pretty spot with a great view, then Big Brother made their any old hike one to remember. He got down on one knee and asked my favorite Arkansan to be his wife.
I can't tell you how excited I am for Randi-Doll to be my new SIL. I feel so blessed, even spoiled that I get two of the most amazing women, whom I call friends, to be my SILs. It's perfect. What's even better is now my little girl with have two awesome Aunts.
Now, I will say that she will probably get away with murder when it comes to Aunt Randi and will more than likely be diva for fashion. She will also learn to go with the flow and how to have a good time no matter what. She will probably gain a southern drawl the more she hangs around Aunt Randi. I can imagine she will come home saying soda and pronouncing yellow, yella. She will learn to call the Hogs and make cute things out of nothing. She will be loved and love Aunt Randi.
We couldn't be happier that Randi-Doll is joining our family. I just asked Baby H, she agreed. :)
Randi-Doll is gorgeous, fun, easy going, witty and creative. She loves Big Brother more than I thought was possible and maintains all the patience he needs. She has faithfully supported Big Brother and perfectly fit into our family.
Well, tonight he did it! Big Brother bought a ring, planned the event, and asked her to be his wife. He did it right too. They love the outdoors and love hiking. This weekend's weather was perfect for it too. They hiked like any old hike to a pretty spot with a great view, then Big Brother made their any old hike one to remember. He got down on one knee and asked my favorite Arkansan to be his wife.
I can't tell you how excited I am for Randi-Doll to be my new SIL. I feel so blessed, even spoiled that I get two of the most amazing women, whom I call friends, to be my SILs. It's perfect. What's even better is now my little girl with have two awesome Aunts.
Now, I will say that she will probably get away with murder when it comes to Aunt Randi and will more than likely be diva for fashion. She will also learn to go with the flow and how to have a good time no matter what. She will probably gain a southern drawl the more she hangs around Aunt Randi. I can imagine she will come home saying soda and pronouncing yellow, yella. She will learn to call the Hogs and make cute things out of nothing. She will be loved and love Aunt Randi.
We couldn't be happier that Randi-Doll is joining our family. I just asked Baby H, she agreed. :)
Oh Christmas Tree
My Dearest Sweet Baby Girl,
I haven't been too energized to meet my requirement so your sweet Daddy surprised me by staying up very late to put the tree up within our tradition timeline. Another tradition that is so special with our Christmas tree is that our tree is 26 years old. Each year your Daddy and I put up the tree that Hon and Gpa purchased the Christmas before your Daddy was born.
Last week your Daddy and I put up our Christmas tree. This was pretty special for me knowing the next time we put the tree up you will be here with us. Something you should know about your Daddy is he loves tradition and he is a stickler for it. I'm a firm believer that the tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving. Your Daddy likes this tradition too.
I haven't been too energized to meet my requirement so your sweet Daddy surprised me by staying up very late to put the tree up within our tradition timeline. Another tradition that is so special with our Christmas tree is that our tree is 26 years old. Each year your Daddy and I put up the tree that Hon and Gpa purchased the Christmas before your Daddy was born.
When Daddy and I were having our first Christmas as a married couple Hon and Gpa bought a new tree. They offered to give us their tree. While Daddy enjoyed not paying for a tree, he was more excited at the thought of carrying his parents tradition on. The tree is big and gorgeous, I love having it. It can be a pain to put up, but Daddy is always there to help. I am so happy to keep his tradition alive and maintain the Hibdon tree.
We have started our own tradition in that Momma always picks the decorations for the tree and they usually change each year and Daddy puts the angel on top, we save that for the very last.
Now our tree is up and you are growing in Momma's tummy. This Christmas I think about Hibdon and McCauley traditions, my heart swells when I think of all the traditions we will make with you.
I hope this tree lasts for a very long time. Someday I hope to see you crawling under the tree to grab your gifts, just like your Daddy did.
Merry Christmas Pretty Girl, I can't wait for you to get here.
Love you like crazy,
Momma
Hello Second Trimester
Here I am almost 16 weeks of housing my little princess. I have to say excited to be in my second trimester is an understatement. The first trimester flew by and PRAISE GOD for that. Hibdon and I discovered we were pregnant just before 5 weeks. I think I felt every first trimester symptom to extreme. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating or maybe I am slightly weak, but goodness it was intense.
From 5 weeks I experienced ridiculous levels of exhaustion. I typically can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, so magnifying this trait is not good. Every day I would come home from work and fall asleep on the couch, Hibdon would wake me up for dinner and then I would go back to sleep. The days I didn't fall asleep after work I was in bed by 7:30. Hitting week 6 I started feeling the nauseous. It wasn't just morning sickness folks, it was allllll day sickness. Started early in the morning and left me going to bed feeling as if I could "get sick" at any moment. Needless to say I moved a trash can to my side of the bed. As a precautionary measure I knew where every trash can was, at all times. I knew the steps to the restrooms at work. "Getting sick" was always on my mind. Thank the good Lord that he gave Lance Company the vision to make cheese-peanut butter crackers. Saving Grace. Finally as week 9-10 approached my tummy started to feel a little more stable. The headaches and dizziness picked up. I felt like I was in the twilight zone most of the time. My pants started to get tight around my tummy and unfortunately acne appeared. I looked like a chubby awkward thirteen year old girl. Just add glasses and braces. I struggled to feel like myself. So I cried a little, okay at the drop of a hat. Not at normal things either. Drew Brees broke Johnny Unitas record, I bawled like a baby. Johnny's son wrote Drew a letter saying "records were meant to be broken", I lost it. Hibdon watched me more than the game. I am not a Saints nor Drew Brees fan, I'm a Peyton girl (always have been). I still cheered and got choked up at every motion the offense made towards that record.
Finally, week 15 was here and so was Thanksgiving! Here I was started to feel better, staying up until the wee hours of 9 o'clock. Now I can eat a million calories and not feel guilty. I would devour TT's stuffing, Neel's noodles, Grandma Jane's mushrooms and sinful potatoes and whatever delicious dessert Hon would find. Well, I thought wrong, I was still getting sick and the night before Thanksgiving was the worst. I didn't feel safe eating much at all on Thanksgiving.
Now that week 16 is here I am feeling like a million bucks. I have worked out every day this week. It was pretty short and sporadic before. Now I am excited to make it to the gym. I wake up early excited for work and go shopping after work. Man I feel good. I can also feel my little princess moving around at times. My tummy will be flat on one side and round on another, she is moving like crazy. LOVE IT.
Last night I even had energy to "par-tay". Hibdon and I met our fun friends for a work Christmas party at the country club. So fun and Baby H kept Momma feeling good.
From 5 weeks I experienced ridiculous levels of exhaustion. I typically can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, so magnifying this trait is not good. Every day I would come home from work and fall asleep on the couch, Hibdon would wake me up for dinner and then I would go back to sleep. The days I didn't fall asleep after work I was in bed by 7:30. Hitting week 6 I started feeling the nauseous. It wasn't just morning sickness folks, it was allllll day sickness. Started early in the morning and left me going to bed feeling as if I could "get sick" at any moment. Needless to say I moved a trash can to my side of the bed. As a precautionary measure I knew where every trash can was, at all times. I knew the steps to the restrooms at work. "Getting sick" was always on my mind. Thank the good Lord that he gave Lance Company the vision to make cheese-peanut butter crackers. Saving Grace. Finally as week 9-10 approached my tummy started to feel a little more stable. The headaches and dizziness picked up. I felt like I was in the twilight zone most of the time. My pants started to get tight around my tummy and unfortunately acne appeared. I looked like a chubby awkward thirteen year old girl. Just add glasses and braces. I struggled to feel like myself. So I cried a little, okay at the drop of a hat. Not at normal things either. Drew Brees broke Johnny Unitas record, I bawled like a baby. Johnny's son wrote Drew a letter saying "records were meant to be broken", I lost it. Hibdon watched me more than the game. I am not a Saints nor Drew Brees fan, I'm a Peyton girl (always have been). I still cheered and got choked up at every motion the offense made towards that record.
Finally, week 15 was here and so was Thanksgiving! Here I was started to feel better, staying up until the wee hours of 9 o'clock. Now I can eat a million calories and not feel guilty. I would devour TT's stuffing, Neel's noodles, Grandma Jane's mushrooms and sinful potatoes and whatever delicious dessert Hon would find. Well, I thought wrong, I was still getting sick and the night before Thanksgiving was the worst. I didn't feel safe eating much at all on Thanksgiving.
Now that week 16 is here I am feeling like a million bucks. I have worked out every day this week. It was pretty short and sporadic before. Now I am excited to make it to the gym. I wake up early excited for work and go shopping after work. Man I feel good. I can also feel my little princess moving around at times. My tummy will be flat on one side and round on another, she is moving like crazy. LOVE IT.
Last night I even had energy to "par-tay". Hibdon and I met our fun friends for a work Christmas party at the country club. So fun and Baby H kept Momma feeling good.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Thankful
This month everyone has been posting what they are thankful for each day on Facebook. I love that people do this and think some of the things they post are just so amazing. I am sure each of us read these and think how we take those things for granted or how we can't wait to be thankful for those things. There are posts about kids, healing, family, jobs, and even down to the simple things of a warm bed and your favorite food. I just love it. I never do it because my FB time is so sporadic and I would feel guilty if I missed. So here are just 30 things I am thankful for. The list could be longer, but we will keep it to 30. They are in no particular order, some are shallow and some are deep. They are just me.
1) An unfailing, all forgiving, friend, father and savior. My God.
2) My handsome, kind, generous, love of my life, Prince Charming, soul-mate, hunk Husband.
3) My soon to be little Princess
4) My loving, sweet, all giving, hard working Momma and loving, funny, wise Daddy.
5) Caring, kind, thoughtful, generous, hilarious, amazing examples....In-Laws
6) Three, sweeter than sugar, prayer warrior, care-giving Grandmothers
7) Smart, funny, thoughtful, hard working, protecting Aub and Brother
8) Perfect fit to our siblings, fun, easy going, kind, sweet Randi-doll and Shayne.
9) Soul mate, sister from another mister, brother from another mother, best there ever was. Speed and Sar-Bear
10) The best, my persons, strong, intelligent and determined Tator and Bill
11) Maddy- love of my life, snuggling, never wavering pup.
12) Family- close or far I can count on each and every one of them.
13) Friends-special extensions of my family
14) Job- my favorite, Amazing boss, WONDERFUL company, great people.
15) Education- It can't be taken away, has molded me for many years
16) Home- warm, loving and beautiful. Where I would rather be...always
17) Food- I never have to wonder if it will be there. I never worry about my next meal. It does more than what it was intended for. It is always taken for granted.
18) Neighbors- kind, sweet and care-taking
19) Books- increasing our knowledge, entertainment and always a click, drive or store away...taken for granted.
20) Health- for me, my husband, family and friends.
21) Exercise- increase endorphins, keep me healthy and some day loose the baby weight
22) Bed- soft, supportive, warm, hugs me and is always there....taken for granted.
23) Oklahoma City Thunder- enough said
24) Football- at all levels
25) Pampering- a luxury, but makes me feel so treated
26) Warm fall day, no top on the Jeep and a drive to the land with my man. Every time I am thankful.
27) Oklahoma- being raised in a small community and living in a state where every town seems small.
28) Murphy's hot hamburgers- threaten your life, but taste so good.
29) The right to choose my attitude and decide the type of person I will become.
30) The feeling after a long run in the cold.
1) An unfailing, all forgiving, friend, father and savior. My God.
2) My handsome, kind, generous, love of my life, Prince Charming, soul-mate, hunk Husband.
3) My soon to be little Princess
4) My loving, sweet, all giving, hard working Momma and loving, funny, wise Daddy.
5) Caring, kind, thoughtful, generous, hilarious, amazing examples....In-Laws
6) Three, sweeter than sugar, prayer warrior, care-giving Grandmothers
7) Smart, funny, thoughtful, hard working, protecting Aub and Brother
8) Perfect fit to our siblings, fun, easy going, kind, sweet Randi-doll and Shayne.
9) Soul mate, sister from another mister, brother from another mother, best there ever was. Speed and Sar-Bear
10) The best, my persons, strong, intelligent and determined Tator and Bill
11) Maddy- love of my life, snuggling, never wavering pup.
12) Family- close or far I can count on each and every one of them.
13) Friends-special extensions of my family
14) Job- my favorite, Amazing boss, WONDERFUL company, great people.
15) Education- It can't be taken away, has molded me for many years
16) Home- warm, loving and beautiful. Where I would rather be...always
17) Food- I never have to wonder if it will be there. I never worry about my next meal. It does more than what it was intended for. It is always taken for granted.
18) Neighbors- kind, sweet and care-taking
19) Books- increasing our knowledge, entertainment and always a click, drive or store away...taken for granted.
20) Health- for me, my husband, family and friends.
21) Exercise- increase endorphins, keep me healthy and some day loose the baby weight
22) Bed- soft, supportive, warm, hugs me and is always there....taken for granted.
23) Oklahoma City Thunder- enough said
24) Football- at all levels
25) Pampering- a luxury, but makes me feel so treated
26) Warm fall day, no top on the Jeep and a drive to the land with my man. Every time I am thankful.
27) Oklahoma- being raised in a small community and living in a state where every town seems small.
28) Murphy's hot hamburgers- threaten your life, but taste so good.
29) The right to choose my attitude and decide the type of person I will become.
30) The feeling after a long run in the cold.
It's A......
GIRL!!!!!
Little, pink, sweet, precious, perfect, adorable girl. That's what I have in my belly right now. She is growing and growing into MY daughter. Just saying "my daughter", changes me a little inside.
I've ALWAYS wanted a little girl and I always thought I would have her first. Having a big brother is great and I'm happy that I experienced that within my life, but there has been something that has made me want a little girl first. Maybe it's the waiting to have the girl that I couldn't stand. I'm not sure, but my heart could not be more full as it is right now.
I am very excited for the mother-daughter bonding and all things that come with a little girl. My momma and I are very close. We have always had a great relationship throughout my life. I remember always wanting to be right next to her, a little scared to venture off. Throughout high school, our relationship grew as I did. Now as an adult she and I are still very close and most topics aren't off limits. What I love about my Momma is she can share me. She shares me with best friends, a mother-in-law and aunts. She also shares me with my husband. She respects our relationship and encourages me to make decisions that provide favor to my husband and I. This in itself may be the very reason I am so excited for a daughter.
We found out on a Tuesday that we were having a littler girl, we sent mass texts to everyone that a gender reveal party was a week away. This was such a big secret to keep and EVERYONE wanted to know. I was challenged and some tried trickery, but I did not fail. Some predicted a girl. My granny and Aunt TT said it only seemed natural. They couldn't imagine a boy first. Sar-Bear and Aub just had wishful thinking.
So, here I am driving to work with the amazing news. I say my morning prayers and special little girl prayer. Then I start thinking of having a girl and all that comes with it. I panicked!! How do I raise her to be a strong independent woman and show her being vulnerable is okay? How do I teach her that her intelligence is her best asset, but keep her humble? How do I show her that taking care of others is why God put us here, but keep her from getting walked on? How can I ensure that she will never be a mean girl, but not get hurt by them? How do I show her that she can be better than any man that competes with her, but let her know she needs a mate? How do I keep her from being too boy crazy? How do I show her that she can learn to slide and rebound, but lady like manners are necessary? I was a little freaked. I said an even bigger prayer and realized I am not alone. I will pray daily for her and show her God's love. I have a huge circle of women that are just....astounding women. They have accomplished more than I can describe. Most importantly, she will have Hibdon.
He will be the most amazing example of the way a man should treat a woman. He will teach her how to love others without fear and give without flinching. He will be an amazing Daddy and she will never be able to comprehend how lucky she is.
Hibdon had his freak out moment as well. He's not really been around too much girl stuff. Hon and Aub are tougher than any wrestler I have ever met. He was a little concerned with what to do with a little girl. Now, I can imagine he will squeeze his 6'2" legs under a table and play tea party if that's what she wants, but I tried to reassure him he could still do his favorite things. We live in small town Oklahoma, she will probably fish and play sports. He sent the most perfect reply that melted my heart and made it clear we are meant for this little girl.
Now that right there made me fall deeper in love with that blonde hair-blue eyed man.
Hibdon,
You will be an amazing Daddy. You have this perfect ability to make be feel independent and taken care of, strong and vulnerable, beautiful and sexy, supported and guided all at the exact same time. You will do just fine.
Little, pink, sweet, precious, perfect, adorable girl. That's what I have in my belly right now. She is growing and growing into MY daughter. Just saying "my daughter", changes me a little inside.
I've ALWAYS wanted a little girl and I always thought I would have her first. Having a big brother is great and I'm happy that I experienced that within my life, but there has been something that has made me want a little girl first. Maybe it's the waiting to have the girl that I couldn't stand. I'm not sure, but my heart could not be more full as it is right now.
I am very excited for the mother-daughter bonding and all things that come with a little girl. My momma and I are very close. We have always had a great relationship throughout my life. I remember always wanting to be right next to her, a little scared to venture off. Throughout high school, our relationship grew as I did. Now as an adult she and I are still very close and most topics aren't off limits. What I love about my Momma is she can share me. She shares me with best friends, a mother-in-law and aunts. She also shares me with my husband. She respects our relationship and encourages me to make decisions that provide favor to my husband and I. This in itself may be the very reason I am so excited for a daughter.
We found out on a Tuesday that we were having a littler girl, we sent mass texts to everyone that a gender reveal party was a week away. This was such a big secret to keep and EVERYONE wanted to know. I was challenged and some tried trickery, but I did not fail. Some predicted a girl. My granny and Aunt TT said it only seemed natural. They couldn't imagine a boy first. Sar-Bear and Aub just had wishful thinking.
So, here I am driving to work with the amazing news. I say my morning prayers and special little girl prayer. Then I start thinking of having a girl and all that comes with it. I panicked!! How do I raise her to be a strong independent woman and show her being vulnerable is okay? How do I teach her that her intelligence is her best asset, but keep her humble? How do I show her that taking care of others is why God put us here, but keep her from getting walked on? How can I ensure that she will never be a mean girl, but not get hurt by them? How do I show her that she can be better than any man that competes with her, but let her know she needs a mate? How do I keep her from being too boy crazy? How do I show her that she can learn to slide and rebound, but lady like manners are necessary? I was a little freaked. I said an even bigger prayer and realized I am not alone. I will pray daily for her and show her God's love. I have a huge circle of women that are just....astounding women. They have accomplished more than I can describe. Most importantly, she will have Hibdon.
He will be the most amazing example of the way a man should treat a woman. He will teach her how to love others without fear and give without flinching. He will be an amazing Daddy and she will never be able to comprehend how lucky she is.
Hibdon had his freak out moment as well. He's not really been around too much girl stuff. Hon and Aub are tougher than any wrestler I have ever met. He was a little concerned with what to do with a little girl. Now, I can imagine he will squeeze his 6'2" legs under a table and play tea party if that's what she wants, but I tried to reassure him he could still do his favorite things. We live in small town Oklahoma, she will probably fish and play sports. He sent the most perfect reply that melted my heart and made it clear we are meant for this little girl.
Hibdon,
You will be an amazing Daddy. You have this perfect ability to make be feel independent and taken care of, strong and vulnerable, beautiful and sexy, supported and guided all at the exact same time. You will do just fine.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Keeping the MomJo
Yesterday I think I broke an ultimate pregnancy golden rule. I have heard you aren't supposed to do anything dramatic with your hair. You could regret it. Now you are pregnant with intensified emotions and don't like your hair. Well, I will say to these rule followers they don't have my stylist.
I love my stylist Christa! She does an AMAZING job. I wish I could put her in my pocket and take her home with me. I would look fabulous every day. Last night I went in for my "3 month check up" (ha) with Christa. As I sat down, she asked the typical question. "What are we going to do today". I said, "The same thing as last time, but a little darker and maybe bangs." (I really like to be darker in the fall and light in the summer. I feel like my hair is my mood ring for the seasons.) In reality it was pretty close to the same as last time, but I look so different because of the bangs. I now have blunt bangs across, haven't had these since I was very young. (I have been on the fence about blunt bangs for a few months now. A girl I work with has the best blunt bangs. Every time we are in a meeting together I tell her how much I love them. She has been encouraging me to take the leap.) Guess what! I love it! I feel hot and sassy. Hibdon loved it as well. When I walked in the door without pause or hesitation he said "Wow babe your hair looks good!". Which is obviously a great response, but for him it really is. He loves it long and blonde. He also agreed the bangs were a good touch. What I love about Christa is months ago in the summer we went almost 100% light blonde and I loved it, new color and look still love it. Plus when you are at the salon the girls are amazing and tell you how wonderful you look afterwards. Girls love that.
So I went from Frumpy Monday and hating my over sized clothes and needing a reality check from Reg to new hair and a pop of fun. Also, on Monday (I am embarrassed to admit) a couple of ladies a work with asked another guy I work with if I was pregnant. He knew I was, but didn't feel like it was his place to tell. So he replied with "Why do you ask?". They said, well she has that glow, you know she looks exhausted. Seriously, I know I look exhausted, because I am. Growing a fetus is tough work. However, I can't let my MomJo suffer. I need to shake it off and put my game face on. Well, I'm ready and armored with a hot look. My new motto... As my belly grows, I so does my MomJo. Seriously ladies I will have preggy swag and I will love it.
I love my stylist Christa! She does an AMAZING job. I wish I could put her in my pocket and take her home with me. I would look fabulous every day. Last night I went in for my "3 month check up" (ha) with Christa. As I sat down, she asked the typical question. "What are we going to do today". I said, "The same thing as last time, but a little darker and maybe bangs." (I really like to be darker in the fall and light in the summer. I feel like my hair is my mood ring for the seasons.) In reality it was pretty close to the same as last time, but I look so different because of the bangs. I now have blunt bangs across, haven't had these since I was very young. (I have been on the fence about blunt bangs for a few months now. A girl I work with has the best blunt bangs. Every time we are in a meeting together I tell her how much I love them. She has been encouraging me to take the leap.) Guess what! I love it! I feel hot and sassy. Hibdon loved it as well. When I walked in the door without pause or hesitation he said "Wow babe your hair looks good!". Which is obviously a great response, but for him it really is. He loves it long and blonde. He also agreed the bangs were a good touch. What I love about Christa is months ago in the summer we went almost 100% light blonde and I loved it, new color and look still love it. Plus when you are at the salon the girls are amazing and tell you how wonderful you look afterwards. Girls love that.
So I went from Frumpy Monday and hating my over sized clothes and needing a reality check from Reg to new hair and a pop of fun. Also, on Monday (I am embarrassed to admit) a couple of ladies a work with asked another guy I work with if I was pregnant. He knew I was, but didn't feel like it was his place to tell. So he replied with "Why do you ask?". They said, well she has that glow, you know she looks exhausted. Seriously, I know I look exhausted, because I am. Growing a fetus is tough work. However, I can't let my MomJo suffer. I need to shake it off and put my game face on. Well, I'm ready and armored with a hot look. My new motto... As my belly grows, I so does my MomJo. Seriously ladies I will have preggy swag and I will love it.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Don't do that to yourself!
Yesterday I had an awful case of the Mondays. I woke up late, well I chose to stay in my warm cozy bed longer than I should have. Then the shower was just as comfortable, I stayed in there a little too long. Which left me in a rush to throw clothes on. I didn't make a wise decision in my frantic state. I chose my size too big dress slacks and over sized silk blouse. I looked and felt frumpy. It was fine for the most part because I was very busy at my desk. I didn't really see anyone.
I did have lunch with my sweet, kind, adorable friend Reg. I LOVE her. Reg has been in my life since she moved to Bdall roughly when I was in elementary school. She moved with her mom and siblings to my childhood best friend's house, Duke. Reg's mom and Duke's dad were a couple. Duke went from an only child to 5 step siblings. Duke and I loved to hang out with Reg and her older sister Shel. I only have Big Brother, so Reg was the older sister I never had. She taught me much about fashion, at the time it was matching your Pepe shirt to the logo on the pocket of your Pepe jeans and ultra faded buffalo jeans. She has always been great with advice and a heart bigger than Dallas.
So Reg and I had a lunch date and we chatted, chatted some more and then even more. What I love about her is she gives genuine, honest compliments. I was bundled in my coat, only my face showing and she told me I looked really pretty. That makes a prego feel good. As we were walking back to work I was telling her how frumpy I felt because of my wardrobe choice. She responded with the best comment, "Don't do that to yourself!" You can be hot with tight fitting clothes. She knew what I needed to hear.
As I was thinking about this on the way home from work yesterday, I remembered the Gulianna and Bill episode I caught while folding laundry. Gulianna was trying to find ways to keep her "MomJo" after the baby. Between this and my conversation with Reg, I knew I couldn't do this to myself. I have an adorable baby bump and my hair is healthy and strong (shout out to the vitamins).
So last night I prepped my outfit. I woke up early with Hibdon and had plenty of time to get ready. I even made a dish for our work Thanksgiving dinner and made a lunch for Hibdon. I wore my brown/black stripped sweater dress, favorite black tights, new brown boots and jewelry straight from Courthouse Designs. I also curled my hair and put it in a side pony. I was looking good and on top of my game.
I left on time, did a quick mirror check and dusted my shoulders off. I did well today friends. MomJo in tact.
I did have lunch with my sweet, kind, adorable friend Reg. I LOVE her. Reg has been in my life since she moved to Bdall roughly when I was in elementary school. She moved with her mom and siblings to my childhood best friend's house, Duke. Reg's mom and Duke's dad were a couple. Duke went from an only child to 5 step siblings. Duke and I loved to hang out with Reg and her older sister Shel. I only have Big Brother, so Reg was the older sister I never had. She taught me much about fashion, at the time it was matching your Pepe shirt to the logo on the pocket of your Pepe jeans and ultra faded buffalo jeans. She has always been great with advice and a heart bigger than Dallas.
So Reg and I had a lunch date and we chatted, chatted some more and then even more. What I love about her is she gives genuine, honest compliments. I was bundled in my coat, only my face showing and she told me I looked really pretty. That makes a prego feel good. As we were walking back to work I was telling her how frumpy I felt because of my wardrobe choice. She responded with the best comment, "Don't do that to yourself!" You can be hot with tight fitting clothes. She knew what I needed to hear.
As I was thinking about this on the way home from work yesterday, I remembered the Gulianna and Bill episode I caught while folding laundry. Gulianna was trying to find ways to keep her "MomJo" after the baby. Between this and my conversation with Reg, I knew I couldn't do this to myself. I have an adorable baby bump and my hair is healthy and strong (shout out to the vitamins).
So last night I prepped my outfit. I woke up early with Hibdon and had plenty of time to get ready. I even made a dish for our work Thanksgiving dinner and made a lunch for Hibdon. I wore my brown/black stripped sweater dress, favorite black tights, new brown boots and jewelry straight from Courthouse Designs. I also curled my hair and put it in a side pony. I was looking good and on top of my game.
I left on time, did a quick mirror check and dusted my shoulders off. I did well today friends. MomJo in tact.
Wrestler or Cheerleader?
Today we had our two week check up. I have had closer appointments due to my thyroid, so now that I am approaching my second trimester I am on a regular schedule. Today's appointment was a little special. WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE HAVING!!!
This secret seems harder than keeping the pregnancy quiet. We only have to keep it in for a week. We are having a gender reveal party next week. My Aunt TT offered to host it at her house. We have invited family and friends to join in the celebration.
I am just beaming right now, I just can't believe I know what Baby H will be!!! Here's a play-by-play of the appointment.
We arrive 15 minutes early like good patients. Then we sit for and hour. After noon appointments work the best for us, so we were literally the last patients to be seen. Ohhhmygosssh, that was the longest wait ever. Thankfully, my doctor is pretty goofy so he kept the mood light. We get in the room and the nurse is taking my BP, which was great. He pops in and says, "What's up Prego?" I'm a little tired by this time so I just gave a polite "Heeey". Then he perked me up real quick. He said, "Want to find out what we are having?" Best question a doctor could ever ask you. So he got started, first we listened to the heart beat, he explained girls have faster rates than boys typically, but it's not really 100% accurate. Then he did the regular 3D ultrasound and said "Welp let's start painting the room....." I'll leave the color he said out. That's a fun secret Hibdon and I will keep for a week. Then he did the 4D, which is crazy at this stage, Baby H is two inches long and just perfect. There was even a little shot in the 4D in which we could see Baby H's bicep, it was very defined. Just like his/her Momma. :) The doctor pointed out Baby H's definition which made me do a belly laugh. He gave a ton of pics and then put them on our flash drive. So we can make copies for everyone.
I'm so excited to reveal. Will E have a rough little boy to wrestle with or will he have to make a tomboy out of a sweet little blonde princess? Will Bentyn have a practice partner in the wrestling room? Will Levi have a buddy to fish with? OR will Jade have a friend to play barbies with? Only a week away and we will find out!
This secret seems harder than keeping the pregnancy quiet. We only have to keep it in for a week. We are having a gender reveal party next week. My Aunt TT offered to host it at her house. We have invited family and friends to join in the celebration.
I am just beaming right now, I just can't believe I know what Baby H will be!!! Here's a play-by-play of the appointment.
We arrive 15 minutes early like good patients. Then we sit for and hour. After noon appointments work the best for us, so we were literally the last patients to be seen. Ohhhmygosssh, that was the longest wait ever. Thankfully, my doctor is pretty goofy so he kept the mood light. We get in the room and the nurse is taking my BP, which was great. He pops in and says, "What's up Prego?" I'm a little tired by this time so I just gave a polite "Heeey". Then he perked me up real quick. He said, "Want to find out what we are having?" Best question a doctor could ever ask you. So he got started, first we listened to the heart beat, he explained girls have faster rates than boys typically, but it's not really 100% accurate. Then he did the regular 3D ultrasound and said "Welp let's start painting the room....." I'll leave the color he said out. That's a fun secret Hibdon and I will keep for a week. Then he did the 4D, which is crazy at this stage, Baby H is two inches long and just perfect. There was even a little shot in the 4D in which we could see Baby H's bicep, it was very defined. Just like his/her Momma. :) The doctor pointed out Baby H's definition which made me do a belly laugh. He gave a ton of pics and then put them on our flash drive. So we can make copies for everyone.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Avocados and Tomatoes
I'm pregnant and I love food.... gee could you y'all have guessed that? I haven't craved too many crazy things. Baby H is just fueling my desire for the foods I tried to avoid to keep my girlish figure. The urge to eat peach rings, gummy bears, cherry laffy taffies and snickers is so strong and deep. I mean this urge blocks all clear thinking. It eliminates the rational side of my brain. Last night I ran to the store for a "quick item" to complete dinner. I purchased peach rings, cherry laffy taffies and cherry blow pops. Hibdon didn't say a word, just gave a cute laugh. He's been pretty good about my cravings.
I will say something I have been craving that is very healthy has been tomatoes and avocados. Yesterday the weather was warm and windy, not really the comfort weather I have been wanting to have some tomato soup or a grilled cheese with avocados. So today God sent me the perfect comfort weather. Its 48 and raining, some are reporting sleet. I LOVE IT. I am snuggled up with my pup and a good movie. I sure wish the Christmas movies were playing now.... Any way back to my comfort food. Today I made the most delish panini. Recipe below.
Garlic and Herb bread
Sliced Tomato
Sliced Avocado
Fresh Spinach
Fresh Basil
Cheese
Dash of mayo
Grilled to perfection
Seriously finger-lickin good. I'm about to have another one, just thinking about its deliciousness.
So craving was met. THEN I get a text from Sar-Bear. She said family night was at her house after church tonight. Guess what she is making for Baby H's cravings!!! Guac, not just any guacamole... Aunt Sar-Bear's guacamole. She makes the absolute best guac. I plan to eat the entire bowl of guac. I hope Hibdon doesn't plan on eating any. I'll tell y'all her ingredients, but I don't have permission to reveal the entire recipe. Plus, I don't think there is a recipe. I think it's just one of those perfect recipes that she just knows the right amount.
Roma tomatoes
Avocados
Cilantro
Jalapenos
White end of green onions
Juice from a lime
Juice from a lemon
Salt
Pepper
She does a rough chop, it's almost a salsa and not your typical creamy guac. Oh lord, Baby H is going to be happy flips in my belly. Nothing makes a pregnant girl happy more than a craving met.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Must Love Dogs
If I were to create an ad in search for Baby H, I would most definitely add the list below.
1) Must love to sleep at least 8 hours a night
2) Must love to nap
3) Must request to snuggle and rock in order to nap
4) Must love all fruits and vegetables
5) Must hate sweets
6) Must obey everything I say & never forget the rules
7) Must love to read
8) Must never get sick
9) Must love weekend get-a-ways to Gpa & Hons, CCs, Papa's, Uncle Wil & Aunt Randi's, Uncle Shayne & Aunt Aub's, and Uncle Speed & Aunt Sara's
10) Must love to help with chores.
So obviously Baby H will probably not meet these requests and I will still love him/her with every fiber of my being. Hey, a girl can dream!
While the never ending child development theory of Nature vs. Nurture is the influence of what Baby H will love it will be interesting to see his/her favorites. I am sure there will be a lot of nurture things that Baby H will love.
1) Dogs- we love our Maddy Dog and all dogs for that matter.
2) Football- ESPN is fixed on our TV during the weekends. Game Day and Red Zone..enough said.
3) Oklahoma City Thunder- I can't put into words my love for this team
4) Hot hamburgers- Texas toast + burger + cheese + fries + brown gravy over all = HEAVEN
5) Outdoors - Summer, Fall and Spring...sometimes even winter
6) The water- Every summer will be spent either on Papa's boat or in Aunt Aub's pool
7) Jeeps- we have two, Hon has one, Uncle Wil just sold his, Aunt Randi has one and Papa used to have one
8) Wrestling- boy or girl, Baby H will understand the Hibdon passion for the mat
9) Fishing- boy or girl, Hibdon will load Baby H and Maddy in the Jeep, drive to his favorite little pond, eat ranch flavored sunflower seeds, listen to Eric Church and just fish
10) Family time- We love it, we love nights at Aunt Aub's, Aunt Sara's or when we all gather here. We love when CC comes to visit. We love relaxing at Gpa and Hon's We love staying with Mema and seeing Papa. We love Uncle Wil and Aunt Randi's. We love family time-we need family time.
Things that will probably come natural to Baby H, good or bad Baby H will probably inherit these traits.
1) A ghetto booty- Sorry Baby H, Daddy and I both have one. It will give you power when you swing the bat, but finding jeans is stressful.
2) Love chocolate & have a sweet tooth- This is dangerous, but Hibdon and I love to snack
3) Hairy arms- Ugh so embarrassing! At least it will be blonde.
4) Big Smile- Both Hibdon and I have large teeth. I think it makes for pretty smiles.
5) If Baby H is anything like Hibdon he/she will be fast, a great athlete and insanely competitive.
6) Let's face it, competitive will be natural. We both are.
7) Laid back. We don't typically sweat the small stuff.
8) Optimistic. Glass is always half full with us. We are content with knowing things are meant or not meant to be.
9) Chatty- Hibdon and I both received the gift of gab. Baby H will probably just keep up.
10) Cold natured- We love electric blankets and space heaters.
Making these lists spark an excitement for me. Will Baby H look more like me or Hibdon? Will Baby H naturally like all the things we do? Will Baby H be the angel that I was as a child or the rowdy boy that Hibdon was. Its blogs like these that make me want the next few months to fly by.
1) Must love to sleep at least 8 hours a night
2) Must love to nap
3) Must request to snuggle and rock in order to nap
4) Must love all fruits and vegetables
5) Must hate sweets
6) Must obey everything I say & never forget the rules
7) Must love to read
8) Must never get sick
9) Must love weekend get-a-ways to Gpa & Hons, CCs, Papa's, Uncle Wil & Aunt Randi's, Uncle Shayne & Aunt Aub's, and Uncle Speed & Aunt Sara's
10) Must love to help with chores.
So obviously Baby H will probably not meet these requests and I will still love him/her with every fiber of my being. Hey, a girl can dream!
While the never ending child development theory of Nature vs. Nurture is the influence of what Baby H will love it will be interesting to see his/her favorites. I am sure there will be a lot of nurture things that Baby H will love.
1) Dogs- we love our Maddy Dog and all dogs for that matter.
2) Football- ESPN is fixed on our TV during the weekends. Game Day and Red Zone..enough said.
3) Oklahoma City Thunder- I can't put into words my love for this team
4) Hot hamburgers- Texas toast + burger + cheese + fries + brown gravy over all = HEAVEN
5) Outdoors - Summer, Fall and Spring...sometimes even winter
6) The water- Every summer will be spent either on Papa's boat or in Aunt Aub's pool
7) Jeeps- we have two, Hon has one, Uncle Wil just sold his, Aunt Randi has one and Papa used to have one
8) Wrestling- boy or girl, Baby H will understand the Hibdon passion for the mat
9) Fishing- boy or girl, Hibdon will load Baby H and Maddy in the Jeep, drive to his favorite little pond, eat ranch flavored sunflower seeds, listen to Eric Church and just fish
10) Family time- We love it, we love nights at Aunt Aub's, Aunt Sara's or when we all gather here. We love when CC comes to visit. We love relaxing at Gpa and Hon's We love staying with Mema and seeing Papa. We love Uncle Wil and Aunt Randi's. We love family time-we need family time.
Things that will probably come natural to Baby H, good or bad Baby H will probably inherit these traits.
1) A ghetto booty- Sorry Baby H, Daddy and I both have one. It will give you power when you swing the bat, but finding jeans is stressful.
2) Love chocolate & have a sweet tooth- This is dangerous, but Hibdon and I love to snack
3) Hairy arms- Ugh so embarrassing! At least it will be blonde.
4) Big Smile- Both Hibdon and I have large teeth. I think it makes for pretty smiles.
5) If Baby H is anything like Hibdon he/she will be fast, a great athlete and insanely competitive.
6) Let's face it, competitive will be natural. We both are.
7) Laid back. We don't typically sweat the small stuff.
8) Optimistic. Glass is always half full with us. We are content with knowing things are meant or not meant to be.
9) Chatty- Hibdon and I both received the gift of gab. Baby H will probably just keep up.
10) Cold natured- We love electric blankets and space heaters.
Making these lists spark an excitement for me. Will Baby H look more like me or Hibdon? Will Baby H naturally like all the things we do? Will Baby H be the angel that I was as a child or the rowdy boy that Hibdon was. Its blogs like these that make me want the next few months to fly by.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Public Service Announcement
I have a confession. Oh gosh I am just embarrassed, actually ashamed. I don't even know where to begin. I just need to rip it off like a band-aid. Here goes...
Yesterday as I am driving home from work, singing along with the radio and getting excited to head to the polls, my phone chimes. I have a text message. I am driving and I have promised, sworn, looked Hibdon straight in the eye and said..."I won't text and drive". I even promised him to use the bluetooth feature every time I am driving. This was pre-pregnancy folks, you can imagine the sternness in Hibdon's voice about texting and driving in my new condition.
So I ignore it and of course my friendly iphone chimes again to remind me there's a text message waiting to be read. I try to look out of the corner of my eye to see who it is. I can't, but I keep thinking I want to read it. Turn the music up loud to drown the temptation. It did not work. I caved, I told myself I will just look at my phone. Just check to see who it is.
Wellllllll, it was my favorite, favorite, favorite friend Kym. Kym lives in OKC with her hubby Hardin. Hardin and Hibdon played baseball together. They kept in touch and married amazing women. I am so thankful Hardin married Kym. I get to spend time with her! We see them on occasion and it's the BEST time ever. Hardin and Hibdon are seriously two peas in a pod. Kym and I just go with whatever crazy scheme they come up with. We don't go because we are gullible, we go because someone has to reel those two in. They get a little wild together. I love the Hardin's and I love that Kym is in my life. She will be a great Aunt for Baby H.
So now that you know Kym, you could understand why I was so excited to see her text. I couldn't wait to see what it said. I read it and told myself a quick reply will be fine. Bad right? Texting and driving, such a no-no. Well, I am so embarrassed to report this, literally ashamed. I am reliving this event right now and my face is red.
As I hit send on the text message I look up. I had to slam on my breaks, full force slam. There was a bright yellow school bus in front of me slowing down to turn. I was also speeding slightly, just to add icing to my guilt stricken cake. Hey, when in Rome, tell all your secrets. I did not hit the bus I am so thankful to report. Also, there were no other cars around. I don't think the kids even noticed. It was scary for me though. I did pull over and the event was slow motion in my head. I calmed my nerves and said a huge prayer. I thanked God for not letting anything bad happen to that school bus full of kids, I also was thankful that Baby H and I are safe. As I drove off it hit me that, those were some one's babies on the bus and that was some one's Daddy driving. How could I be so careless? How would I feel if that happened to Baby H someday? Praise God nothing happened and I able to learn a valuable lesson without any true consequences.
Moral of the story is it's not worth it people. It can wait. I will NEVER text and drive again. Won't do it. Man I am going to get an earful when Hibdon reads this.
Yesterday as I am driving home from work, singing along with the radio and getting excited to head to the polls, my phone chimes. I have a text message. I am driving and I have promised, sworn, looked Hibdon straight in the eye and said..."I won't text and drive". I even promised him to use the bluetooth feature every time I am driving. This was pre-pregnancy folks, you can imagine the sternness in Hibdon's voice about texting and driving in my new condition.
So I ignore it and of course my friendly iphone chimes again to remind me there's a text message waiting to be read. I try to look out of the corner of my eye to see who it is. I can't, but I keep thinking I want to read it. Turn the music up loud to drown the temptation. It did not work. I caved, I told myself I will just look at my phone. Just check to see who it is.
Wellllllll, it was my favorite, favorite, favorite friend Kym. Kym lives in OKC with her hubby Hardin. Hardin and Hibdon played baseball together. They kept in touch and married amazing women. I am so thankful Hardin married Kym. I get to spend time with her! We see them on occasion and it's the BEST time ever. Hardin and Hibdon are seriously two peas in a pod. Kym and I just go with whatever crazy scheme they come up with. We don't go because we are gullible, we go because someone has to reel those two in. They get a little wild together. I love the Hardin's and I love that Kym is in my life. She will be a great Aunt for Baby H.So now that you know Kym, you could understand why I was so excited to see her text. I couldn't wait to see what it said. I read it and told myself a quick reply will be fine. Bad right? Texting and driving, such a no-no. Well, I am so embarrassed to report this, literally ashamed. I am reliving this event right now and my face is red.
As I hit send on the text message I look up. I had to slam on my breaks, full force slam. There was a bright yellow school bus in front of me slowing down to turn. I was also speeding slightly, just to add icing to my guilt stricken cake. Hey, when in Rome, tell all your secrets. I did not hit the bus I am so thankful to report. Also, there were no other cars around. I don't think the kids even noticed. It was scary for me though. I did pull over and the event was slow motion in my head. I calmed my nerves and said a huge prayer. I thanked God for not letting anything bad happen to that school bus full of kids, I also was thankful that Baby H and I are safe. As I drove off it hit me that, those were some one's babies on the bus and that was some one's Daddy driving. How could I be so careless? How would I feel if that happened to Baby H someday? Praise God nothing happened and I able to learn a valuable lesson without any true consequences.
Moral of the story is it's not worth it people. It can wait. I will NEVER text and drive again. Won't do it. Man I am going to get an earful when Hibdon reads this.
Terrible Momma Strike One
I am going to blame this on a pregnant brain, 12 weeks isn't too early to use that as a crutch....right? I know, I know it's too early. I am such a bad Momma. I mean really, I should be disgusted with myself. The other day Hibdon reminded me that I have forgotten to mention my sweet baby girl in my blog. Yes this is the first time I am pregnant, but I have had a baby girl for the past 3 years. Her name is Madison.
Madison came into my life when I was moving into an apartment by myself for the very first time. I was pretty nervous to stay alone and Hibdon knew it. He tried to be there as much as he could, but he had responsibilities and they weren't in my south Tulsa apartment. So, he bought Maddy, my boxer-dog.
Okay, okay if you aren't a dog person this post seems silly, maybe even dumb. Guess what its because you aren't a dog person. If you are a dog person, you just said "bless your heart". You can simply relate with the guilt I feel for not mentioning Maddy in my first post, let alone waiting until post 7. SEVEN people! Bad, bad, bad, Momma.
As I said, Hibdon bought Maddy for me as I was moving on my own. She was such a special gift to me. I loved her instantly. She loved to snuggle and still does. She was quite the wild woman when she was a pup, she has slowed down....slightly. She is a true boxer, crazy girl. She loves visitors and wags her entire little booty when she seems them. She and Hibdon wrestle and howl almost every night. When she gets tired she comes to my side, gives me a little whine and curls up next to me. She will sleep for hours right by my side. Mad-dog has always been a bit of a Momma's girl, probably because it was just us in that 1050 square ft. apartment. She loves Hibdon and gets a little jealous when he shows me affection.
Maybe I am crazy, but I have heard dogs know when you are pregnant. SIL also has a boxer, Andre. He was very much her husband's dog and had nothing to do with SIL. When she became pregnant with E, Andre started sleeping on her side of the room and followed SIL around. Maddy has always slept on my side on the room. She has been extra clingy here lately and less likely to sit with Adam. She tries to get right by my side at all costs, regardless of how comfortable it is for her. She now follows me to every room, up the stairs and even waits by the bathroom door. You can imagine how many times she has just laid right in front of the bathroom door here lately. Sometimes she even whines when I close the door. I am not sure if she is mothering me and this is her form of care taking, but it's just presh. IDK, maybe she knows these are the last days of her being the Baby Dog. Maybe she is trying to soak up all she can.
Well, I say let her. I love it and I love that furry, loud snoring, booty wagging, mean girl howling, bowing on command, sweet faced baby girl. I can take all the attention she wants to give. I just hopes she can't feel the guilt I have of waiting for seven posts to express my love for Maddy.
Madison came into my life when I was moving into an apartment by myself for the very first time. I was pretty nervous to stay alone and Hibdon knew it. He tried to be there as much as he could, but he had responsibilities and they weren't in my south Tulsa apartment. So, he bought Maddy, my boxer-dog.
As I said, Hibdon bought Maddy for me as I was moving on my own. She was such a special gift to me. I loved her instantly. She loved to snuggle and still does. She was quite the wild woman when she was a pup, she has slowed down....slightly. She is a true boxer, crazy girl. She loves visitors and wags her entire little booty when she seems them. She and Hibdon wrestle and howl almost every night. When she gets tired she comes to my side, gives me a little whine and curls up next to me. She will sleep for hours right by my side. Mad-dog has always been a bit of a Momma's girl, probably because it was just us in that 1050 square ft. apartment. She loves Hibdon and gets a little jealous when he shows me affection.
Maybe I am crazy, but I have heard dogs know when you are pregnant. SIL also has a boxer, Andre. He was very much her husband's dog and had nothing to do with SIL. When she became pregnant with E, Andre started sleeping on her side of the room and followed SIL around. Maddy has always slept on my side on the room. She has been extra clingy here lately and less likely to sit with Adam. She tries to get right by my side at all costs, regardless of how comfortable it is for her. She now follows me to every room, up the stairs and even waits by the bathroom door. You can imagine how many times she has just laid right in front of the bathroom door here lately. Sometimes she even whines when I close the door. I am not sure if she is mothering me and this is her form of care taking, but it's just presh. IDK, maybe she knows these are the last days of her being the Baby Dog. Maybe she is trying to soak up all she can.
Well, I say let her. I love it and I love that furry, loud snoring, booty wagging, mean girl howling, bowing on command, sweet faced baby girl. I can take all the attention she wants to give. I just hopes she can't feel the guilt I have of waiting for seven posts to express my love for Maddy.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Start Spreadin' the News
I just love that song when there's good news to be heard. Now I just imagine myself in a black sparkly get-up, tux jacket with tails and tall black hat. I'll do a high kick, baby bump exposed and I'll sing loudly, "Start Spreadin' the News".
Okay, so maybe our announcement of Baby H was a little less elaborate. I will say surprising everyone and hearing their excitement was the most fun. It's hard to describe how special it was to share this excitement that had been building for months. Hibdon and I found out about Baby H at the end of September. You've heard the story, it took us a little while to let it sink in. I have also had some issues with my thyroid, they made me unsure that the news could be true. Lastly, we experienced a loss with two people who are so very close to us. This made my anxiety rise even higher. So on October 29th we had an appointment and got the green light to....you guessed it... Start Spreadin the News!!!
I will say we did tell a couple a little early, well a lot early. Big Brother and Randi-doll were the first to hear. Hibdon and I made our new traditional trip to Bella Vista to see Big Brother and go to a Hogs game. We love this, we ALWAYS have such a good time. I also love a good battery recharging at Big Brother's, in the middle of the Ozarks. So here's how it went down... Big Brother and I were walking Marly and Yella Dog. Big Brother tells me some great news, he raises his hand to give me a high-five. I freeze, I don't say congrats, good job, proud of you. It just came out, I had an out of body experience. The words slipped out and there in the middle of the Ozarks, I said it. "I'm pregnant". He let out a big laughed and grinned real big, looking just like Daddy. He gave me a side hug and we kept on walking. Randi-doll heard the news via email, all the way in Italy. I'm sure she ate an extra plate of pasta for me.
The next to know was Gpa and Hon. Hibdon had an elaborate plan from day one of Baby H. He wanted a big family dinner, a prayer and he was going to blurt it out. Well, I let Hibdon do the planning. He's a boy, it didn't go well. So once his plans fell through, he made a mad dash to Barnsdall and told Gpa and Hon they would be enjoying a new grandbaby. They were excited. I'm still waiting their pic, but here's one that I love from 2011.
The last group to be surprised are three of my sweetest friends. All moms and all amazing women. There's Kayla whom I have grown up with, lived just down the street from her. She also married a man that has been like a brother to me from birth. There's Kristin, my soul sister. She married my cousin Russ and it made my life complete. Kristin is also the future care-taker of Baby H when I return to work. Lastly, there's Meg, sweet Meg. She is new to my friend life and I swear we are on the same wave length. We had great lunch time convos about life, religion and politics. She has been gone for 49 days (so my instant messenger at work states). She's at home with one of Baby H's future playmates, Bentyn. Telling these girls was fun. Here's the setting...McAlister's at lunch, we all gathered our food and had a seat. We are talking about their babies and adoring Baby Bentyn. Then I tell them I have a CRAZY story. I start with something about the movie filming in town, throw in a work comment (it was the most random story). My heart is pounding, hands are shaking and I am try my HARDEST to mask my smile. Then I say, "I'm just kidding, I'm pregnant". Meg almost chokes on her food, Kristin gasps and tears start to come and Kayla had a look of total shock then straight to a smile. It was so fun telling them. I can't wait, I really mean it. I am so excited to see our babies grow together, play together, learn from one another and become great friends. Maybe some day Baby H will sit down at a table with Jade, Levi and Bentyn to spread the news.
Okay, so maybe our announcement of Baby H was a little less elaborate. I will say surprising everyone and hearing their excitement was the most fun. It's hard to describe how special it was to share this excitement that had been building for months. Hibdon and I found out about Baby H at the end of September. You've heard the story, it took us a little while to let it sink in. I have also had some issues with my thyroid, they made me unsure that the news could be true. Lastly, we experienced a loss with two people who are so very close to us. This made my anxiety rise even higher. So on October 29th we had an appointment and got the green light to....you guessed it... Start Spreadin the News!!!
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| Big Brother and I at our favorite tailgating spot in Fayetteville |
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| Radi-Doll and I at TT's Oktoberfest 2011 |
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| CC at Olive Garden |
After keeping it a secret for the month of October, I for one was relieved to tell my big secret. I haven't ever been good at keeping secrets. I'm somewhat of a chatty Kathy. So, it started with my Momma (Baby H's CC). CC and I went to Olive Garden for our usual Mother-Daughter date. I purchased a cake and had all the different names for Grandma written on it. I slid the cake in front of her, she was confused. I then showed her the ultrasound pictures. She said, "Well, how about that". She was shocked. She's not shocked anymore, she's beaming with excitement. She will never be called grandma, but she will love the sound of Baby H wanting CC.
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| Hibdon at his MBA graduation in 2011 |
Shortly after it was Papa, he had just gotten home from the school. He walked in and I told him, I have a present for you. I pulled the framed picture out and he was slightly confused. I then asked him if he wanted to be called Papa. His eyes got misty and he smiled really big. He had been wanting a grandbaby for a while now. So, he was a little excited when he heard his baby was having a baby.
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| Papa holding his new pride & joy |
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| Aunt Sara Beth and Aunt Aub |
Then we told our crew. Uncle Shayne, Aunt Aub, Uncle Speed-dog and Aunt Sara Beth. The turkeys already knew. They had been watching our every move the past 6 months hoping for a sign. Of course it became more obvious the last month. So just in case we were going to tell them, they were prepared. There was a signed card, sparkling grape juice, hugs and I held back tears. We were excited, E even gave us an applause.
We then told the rest of our friends and made a FB announcement. You know to make it official. Tator knew a little early, I can't keep things from her. Bill heard that day via text message, she was a little busy. Now we have changed our group conversations from randoms to Baby H talk.
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| Bigheart Day 5k with Bill & Tator |
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| Kayla & Jade, Kristin & Levi, Meghan & Bentyn, Baby H & Me |
'Merica
For some their votes were easy, they see things clearly with no middle ground. Hibdon and I have both expressed how confused we were with this election. We both were slightly uncertain, we actually changed our minds after the last debate. I know there are parties and some Americans are strict to their party decisions. I believe we were confused at some of the great things our current President has accomplished, but fearful of some the things he hasn't accomplished or wants to accomplish. We don't see his opponent as a devil in a $1000 suit, nor do we see him as the saving grace to our country. In elections past I have felt as if it was picking between the lesser of two evils. Maybe it's my pregnant heart, but I like them both. I care about them both. I care that both of them are in positions of power, leading people and making decisions on their behalf. I pray that they pray, they make each decision with care. Now I am certain that the above paragraph will offend many people within my family and circle of friends. I'm sorry, I just don't see it clearly. What I see is what I wish we all could be.
4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
I wish we all could love like this. Love doesn't care who you vote for, what party you claim or what box you checked. It just doesn't, never has, never will.
I will say I voted, I was proud. I exercised my right and it felt nice to do so. I had such a thankful heart walking into a church to do something that others have fought to keep safe. As I was standing in line they called the 1000th voter. This voter made my heart swell. He was a very tall, red-headed man. He was wearing his military uniform. The building was excited that he was the 1000th voter. I love America.
Seeing him made me so thankful that I got to vote. It reminded me that my Papa fought for our country. I have circled around my Mema's dinner table and grasped hands as my aunt prayed over our Thanksgiving dinner, she prayed a special prayer for my cousin Shawn. He was leaving for his second time to fight, just days later. I thought about my sweet baby cousin Ricky. Praise God he hasn't left the luxury of Florida, but his name is on that list. I will fall apart if he's not safe.
Regardless of who we vote for, in the beautiful picture of life it's a very small image. I serve a God that loves both parties. I know Baby H will vote one day and I'm afraid the lines will become even more unclear by then. My prayer is that Baby H will vote with a prayerful heart.
Monday, November 5, 2012
SIL and Sar-Bear
I was raised with Big Brother. He was great at protecting and teaching, but we didn't talk about boys, make-up, hair or fashion. We didn't talk about feelings or people. While our conversations have evolved there's still a difference between girl talk and Big Brother talk. I love him dearly, but he just can't hang. He can't hang because I have the best of the best. I have my SIL and Sar-Bear.
I love them both more than words can describe. They both seem to baby me, which I kind of like. They are both the same age, love all the same things (including this ridiculous obsession with salt). So, I'm definitely different from them. I have emotions, they are like rocks. They don't need men really, but I need Hibdon. There's something about the two of them that makes me feel loved and right at home. They keep me sane when I'm irrational, but they are the first one's to take my side. Even SIL over her baby brother. She almost always sees it my way.
Tonight as I am sitting here enjoying the delicious dinner that I finally had energy to cook, the door bell rings. Slightly creepy because it's 7:30 and Hibdon is still at wrestling practice. Who is at my door? SIL and Sar-Bear, with a gift basket. Just a pregnancy gift basket. This basket included the following: bath pillow, box of chocolate turtles, sparkling grape juice, candles, lotion, bubble bath, chap stick, Tylenol, slippers, soft socks, brownie mix and a very special painting from E. E is my nephew who is too special to mention here. He will need his own post.
This basket melted my heart. Like I said, they take care of me. Its like God knew I need two big sisters. He knew I would need SIL to tell me what medications are safe and which ones to stay away from. He knew I would need her advice on how to handle Hibdon when he got out of hand. He knew I would need Sar-Bear to ALWAYS be there, to be my roommate, cousin, best friend, running partner and encourager. He knew I would need them. Best of all because God knew I would need them in my life Baby H will never know what its like to be without an Aunt Aub or Aunt Sara Beth. Baby H will be spoiled be their love, comforted by their hugs, rocked in their arms and many many stories will be read. I just hope they don't give my kid salt. Those girls are out of control.
I love them, a lot.
Here's the painting E made me. This made the basket perfect. Pretty sure those are strokes from a pure genius baby.
I love them both more than words can describe. They both seem to baby me, which I kind of like. They are both the same age, love all the same things (including this ridiculous obsession with salt). So, I'm definitely different from them. I have emotions, they are like rocks. They don't need men really, but I need Hibdon. There's something about the two of them that makes me feel loved and right at home. They keep me sane when I'm irrational, but they are the first one's to take my side. Even SIL over her baby brother. She almost always sees it my way.
Tonight as I am sitting here enjoying the delicious dinner that I finally had energy to cook, the door bell rings. Slightly creepy because it's 7:30 and Hibdon is still at wrestling practice. Who is at my door? SIL and Sar-Bear, with a gift basket. Just a pregnancy gift basket. This basket included the following: bath pillow, box of chocolate turtles, sparkling grape juice, candles, lotion, bubble bath, chap stick, Tylenol, slippers, soft socks, brownie mix and a very special painting from E. E is my nephew who is too special to mention here. He will need his own post.
This basket melted my heart. Like I said, they take care of me. Its like God knew I need two big sisters. He knew I would need SIL to tell me what medications are safe and which ones to stay away from. He knew I would need her advice on how to handle Hibdon when he got out of hand. He knew I would need Sar-Bear to ALWAYS be there, to be my roommate, cousin, best friend, running partner and encourager. He knew I would need them. Best of all because God knew I would need them in my life Baby H will never know what its like to be without an Aunt Aub or Aunt Sara Beth. Baby H will be spoiled be their love, comforted by their hugs, rocked in their arms and many many stories will be read. I just hope they don't give my kid salt. Those girls are out of control.
I love them, a lot.
Here's the painting E made me. This made the basket perfect. Pretty sure those are strokes from a pure genius baby.
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