Sunday, March 30, 2014

He's Here! Abram's Birth Story


Abram Kenneth Gray was born at 2:36am on Tuesday, March 25. He weighed 7lbs, 9oz and measured 20.25" long. His entrance was fast and exciting and, in our opinion, ended with a perfect little baby boy.

Shall I start at the beginning?


This picture was taken last Saturday. We were very restless and anxiously anticipating the babe's arrival. We kept saying to ourselves that we couldn't be too disappointed that the baby hadn't been born yet since I hadn't even reached my due date, but we were so SO ready to meet our baby (and I was so ready to not be pregnant anymore).

And here's the birth story in case you're curious, but mostly this is documented so we can remember this special day. I don't think there's anything too graphic aside from me using the terms bowel movement and menstrual cramps.

On Monday, we had our 39 week appointment, and it was late enough in the day at 5:10pm, Kyler was able to come with me. I was only 3cm dilated and 80% effaced. The Dr. said the baby was working its way out but wasn't really ready yet. So Kyler left the Dr's appointment to head to a church meeting, and I went to Meijer to occupy my time since he wouldn't be home for a while.

That evening, we were watching TV, and I was so restless I told Kyler I was just going to lay down on the couch and sleep to get my mind off my baby that wasn't here yet. And so we both fell asleep on the couch. About an hour later I woke up with an intense urge to 'go' to the bathroom, but was 'unsuccesful'. Meanwhile, Kyler had woken up and came knocking on the bathroom door. I told him I was using the bathroom, but he protested and told me that he needed to take his contacts out. So I told him again that I was USING THE BATHROOM, to which he said he needed to BRUSH HIS TEETH. I was aggravated so I came out and got into bed so he could take out his contacts and brush his teeth. You know, important things.

Once in bed, I told him that I needed to sit up for a little while because I was having cramps. He told me I should lay down and try to get some rest and maybe that would help. So I crawled under the covers, only to sit up and turn the lights back on a couple minutes later. This was about 9:30pm, a little early for us to go to bed, so we sat up to watch TV in bed. Then I got the urge to go to the bathroom again, and when I came out Kyler asked me if I thought I was having the baby, if I was having contractions. I kept saying I didn't know what contractions felt like, but I thought I'd be able to tell if I was. So he googled "What do contractions feel like", and the first response was pretty much verbatim what I had said: the urge to have the biggest bowel movement of your life and the most intense menstrual cramps ever.

Oh goodness. We thought this might be the onset of labor.

My doctor had told me to follow the 5-2-1 rule. Contractions coming 5 minutes apart, lasting for 2 hours, and 1 minute long. We began timing my contractions, and they were only lasting 40 seconds, but we thought we were getting close to being ready so Kyler began packing his bag and loading up the bags I had already packed. As I tracked my contractions, I realized that they were only 3-4 minutes apart. So I was stuck between them not lasting long enough but coming faster than the Dr's rule of thumb. I gave the 24-hour line a call just to ask what I should be doing, and my Dr told me to generally wait to go to the hospital until the contractions lasted a minute long and to notice if they became stronger over time.

After an hour, the contractions were still 40-45 seconds long but were coming closer to 2-4 minutes apart. Seriously, these things were not consistent so we kept debating what should be done. Kyler and I, in first-time parents mode, decided that we were NOT having a baby at home. The worst that could happen was being sent back home if the hospital didn't think I was far enough progressed. So I called the Dr. again and told her I really thought I needed to come in. She was great and said she'd let the hospital know I was on my way, even though I'm sure she thought I was being paranoid.

After a rough ride on the hilliest, curviest, pot-holiest, Cincinnati roads, we got to the hospital and checked in exactly at midnight. The first stop was an ER-type room where they just got a quick 'status' check and monitored the baby's heart rate. In just 7 hours, I had progressed from 3cm to 5cm, and our nurse said I was far enough along to stay over night and even eligible for an epidural if I wanted one. (Yes please).

Getting admitted at exactly midnight.


When the decision was made to stay over night, I was moved to the labor and delivery room probably around 1am-ish, got my epidural, and was told that the Dr. had been called but was stuck in traffic. It was a new over night construction project that had just started that night...I'm not sure why I think getting stuck in traffic at 1am is so funny. Probably because I know that the Dr. makes it to the hospital in time.

After I got my epidural, my blood pressure dropped, which is normal and expected. However, at the same time the baby decided to roll around, and his heartbeat was undetectable for a few minutes. This had been the case since we arrived, but since it was coinciding with my low BP, my nurse (who was awesome, by the way) decided to call in the resident OB just to check things out. Of course, by the time her and her team got into the room a couple minutes later, his heartbeat was found, strong and loud. Just to be on the safe side though, they decided to break my water so they could put a monitor on the baby's head to guarantee they wouldn't lose the heartbeat again. Just when the resident Dr. sat down to break my water, it broke on its own. Score! I wasn't opposed to have my water broken, but it was nice that everything was happening naturally.



So my Dr. arrives around 1:45am. Kyler had been in the room for less than an hour and was already pacing, checking out the monitors, asking lots of questions. If you think he gets restless on a Saturday afternoon on a rainy day, just imagine him in a hospital room at 1am. Anyway, the Dr. comes in for a quick check and says I'm fully dilated and thinned out. I think her exact words were, "Are you ready to have a baby? I'm going to go wash my hands."

Just found out we're going to have a baby tonight.


That progressed quickly. Everyone was surprised that I was ready to start pushing so quickly. My Dr. had another patient there who had been in since 7pm, so we agreed not to tell her that in just 2 hours I was ready to push. Since I had tested positive a month earlier for some strain of strep, I knew I was going to be given penicillin to prevent the baby from getting it which could lead to pneumonia or meningitis. However, it's supposed to be in the blood stream for 4 hours prior to birth and I was getting the full dose as quickly as possible since I was nowhere near lasting 4 hours. This was the most painful part of it all. Intense stinging in my left arm from them flushing a super pack of penicillin through my IV!

The dreaded penicillin arm. I couldn't move it, it hurt so bad. My arm just laid there where the nurse had left it.


The Dr. leaves and the 'prepper' person comes in and lays out all the tools that could be needed, sterilizes everything including me, and wishes me the best of luck.

Meanwhile, my nurse tells me while we're waiting on the Dr. to get cleaned and dressed, we're going to push through the contractions. She's on one side and Kyler's on the other, holding my legs. Since I had an epidural, I couldn't feel the contractions down there, but if I sat my hand on the top of my belly, I could feel the muscles tense up. So when I 'felt' a contraction, I would tell them, take a deep breath, hold it and push for 10 seconds. We did this for 3 contractions. Then the Dr. came in all decked out in delivery gear. Three more contractions of pushing and the baby was here!

Getting all cleaned off.


Ready to be weighed and dressed.


Meeting Baby Abram.


We're overjoyed that he's here! I'm so thankful for answered prayers. We had been praying for a strong, healthy baby and an uncomplicated and as painless as possible delivery. And we had both! I'm so grateful for the way the delivery turned out. After the baby was born, we had to stay in the delivery room for two hours while 'things' were tended to, which put us getting to our Mother Baby room at 5am. At that point, both of us had been awake for 24 hours. Even though the delivery was quick, exhaustion was setting in and a new day of busyness was about to begin.

Monday, March 10, 2014

It's Baby Month | 37 weeks

March is here! And if all goes as planned, we'll have a baby before April shows up.

We've been chipping away at our to-do lists for the past couple of weeks, trying to get ready for the baby. Last weekend, while I worked inside the house getting clothes and bottles all washed, dried, and put away, Kyler worked on vacuuming out the car and installing the car seat. Now every time I get into my car, I see this through the back window.


Why yes, that is a stuffed cat strapped into the car seat. (Kyler's doing, not mine) We'll be working on our buckling technique before the baby comes home. I'm not so sure those arms are supposed to be on the outside of the straps :)

Today I had my 37 week checkup. My doctor walked into the room and said, "Thirty-seven weeks. Wow, you should think about having a baby!" I told her not to worry since it had crossed my mind a few times.

Being in very Catholic Cincinnati, I'm not sure why this surprised me, but she asked me if I had started praying to Saint Gerard. When I said no, she said I should start. He's apparently the patron saint of cervical dilation. "He's a man, so you've got to be specific, but he does great work."

She also poked and prodded at my belly, confirming once again that this belly is all baby. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I flatter myself and take it to mean that there's a pretty low percentage of fat in my midsection. Sometimes I will twist or turn and am surprised that I don't just BURST open. (Sorry for that mental image).

I tried to take pictures for you...do not judge the selfies. Or dirty mirrors.



Speaking of selfies, have you heard this ridiculous song? Now that I just ruined your youtube suggested videos based off your search history...

What else have we been up to?

Packing hospital bags. That's why I used my iPhone pics. The real camera is charged and packed away for baby day. (Not that I would've gone to the trouble of taking a real picture anyways.)

Catching up on sleep. This actually may be false. I have a new internal alarm that goes off between 4:30 and 5:30 each morning. I told Kyler I think God is trying to make me into a morning person. I'd be just fine with that. It's much easier to get out of bed early when you're awake instead of by an alarm. On the flip side though, I've been taking frequent naps. Sometimes I get up and shower and eat breakfast and send Kyler off on his way to work, only to take a two hour nap on the couch as soon as he walks out the door. On the days I work, I come home and shoot a quick text to Kyler that I'm taking a nap (aka don't call me when you leave) and doze off for an hour until he gets home.

Ending my work at the church. I'm overjoyed and extremely sad at the same time that Friday is my last day of work at the church. I so love working there, and I'm going to miss the heck out of the people and the structured work days. However, I'm so ready to be done. I'm tired and uncomfortable and am ready to spend my last few days at home alone relaxing. Not to mention that I have 5 shirts I can wear in public, so I'll be glad to get back to my wardrobe of leggings and Kyler's tshirts.

Snuggling with the cat and watching Downton Abbey. Spring better hurry up and get here because Prim's place in this house is about to be filled with a tiny human being. We bring her in when it's super cold, so the temps better warm up so she can be outside while we snuggle our babe.


She never seemed to mind that her place on my lap was slowly getting smaller and smaller as my belly got bigger and bigger. I think this is just the sweetest picture of her with her paw on my belly.

We're also still trying to get our basement fixed from our pipes freezing in January. That process has been really annoying and really drawn out. We didn't really mind the mess of everything since we rarely use the basement, but now that it's getting closer to having a baby in the house, I'm really anxious to get that wrapped up before I try to get a baby to sleep with construction going on downstairs.

Welp, it's been about 3 hours since I last ate and my belly's growling. I need to go find the oreos healthy snacks. Just think, this could be the last time we chat before the baby is born.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Nursery

Remember when I posted about cleaning up the nursery last week? Well, after the cleanup, it was time for some decorating. From the get-go, I had envisioned a shelf above the dresser/changing table to hold pretty things, including two frames my college roommate made. As it would turn out, the exact shelf I had in my head, Ikea happened to carry. So, as Kyler honored all the Presidents on Monday, we took a trip to Ikea and bought said shelf (and a bar of dark chocolate if you must know.)

Wouldn't you know that that simple little shelf would bring a pregnant lady to tears? After a really long day and having to talk Kyler into hanging the shelf at 8pm, I opened the package to find that the needed hardware wasn't included. (Anyone who's ever assembled anything from Ikea knows this is SO unlike them!) Long story short, we dug through our stash of spare screws and had NOTHING that would work. I asked Kyler if I could run to Meijer real fast to grab some washers and when he said no, the tears started. I didn't even mean to cry. It wasn't THAT big of a deal. I guess those pregnancy hormones finally made up for allowing me a pretty emotionally stable 34 weeks. Poor guy. I'm really not sure he knew what to do with me. Most likely because I didn't know what to do with myself. I just kept alternating between saying I didn't mean to cry and I just wanted the nursery finished.

Fast forward to the next night, and the shelf is hung! And a lot of other stuff was put away, thrown away, hung up, folded up, and stashed out of sight :) Just keeping it real.


So there's that cute little shelf that caused so much drama. It has two frames, one holding our little babe's first photo and the other with the alphabet. There's also a piggy bank, a few books, and a cute little toy. And underneath I hung one of the decorations that my SIL Dana made for my gray and yellow baby shower.

On the dresser we have the changing table, a little basket full of diaper-changing necessities, and a modern, geometric lamp that matches the wall color perfectly!


 
To the right, we hung that adorable giraffe growth chart my Aunt Imogene got for us. Easier said than done hanging up something that's supposed to accurately measure someone standing on the floor :)


I love this little corner. That's the most comfortable chair with great lumbar support, and my knitted pouf that I just had to have! I stinkin love it. Boys don't understand things like poufs, but I finally convinced Kyler that this was part of my vision and that I needed it. And now that it's here, he approves. He's not in love with it like I am, but he approves.

Now I just need to motivate myself to take those curtains down and iron them. Womp womp. Doesn't that sound like a fabulous time?


Here's the other corner: our little babe's bed. I would love to fill that blank spot over the crib, but I'm hesitant to hang anything that could potentially fall into the bed. This time, safety will probably win over design. A cute baby in there will brighten up that corner just fine without anything on the walls.


And that's the whole room from the doorway. I think it's just waiting for a baby. As anxious as I am to get this baby out (yep, I've reached the uncomfortable stage), we keep praying that the baby still grow healthy and strong and stays in there until its due date.

Lastly...

I never have photos of myself because I never think to have Kyler take any when I'm wanting to post. The other day I walked by our closet and caught my reflection in the mirror that was just my silhouette, and I figured I'd snap a picture. It worked out perfectly since I hadn't done my hair or even put my contacts in.


Even though the backlight hides my undone hair, it unfortunately showcases how dirty my mirror is. Note to self: after ironing the curtains, clean the mirror.

And that's the nursery tour. I still have a couple things on my wish list, like a little side table by my chair to hold nursing supplies or a clock or a book. And I want a basket to hold the toys that are currently residing in the dresser. But other than those not-so-urgent things that wouldn't stop us from bringing a baby home, I'm feeling pretty good about the progress we've made in here.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Week 33

We're in baby preparation mode over here. We're at 33 weeks, which means I have a month until I'm considered term even though the goal is to make it 7 more weeks. The difference between 32 and 33 weeks is huge, mentally. I've gone from thinking I have 8 weeks left to, oh snap, I could do this in 4 weeks.

On my day off on Thursday, I neglected the entire house and solely focused on the nursery, which had been neglected since before Christmas.


It's still not spotless, but major progress was made. I did lots of baby laundry.


All hung up by sizes.


We were so extremely blessed to get most of everything we needed and wanted from the two showers I had thrown for me. I have just a few things left that I want, which I'm excited to finally go shopping for baby stuff. I'm so glad I resisted the urge to go out and buy every cute baby item early in my pregnancy. If anyone knows me well (um, Claire), they know I hate clutter and excess, so I'm glad we've got the basics covered and a little extra to be convenient.

As if organizing baby clothes wasn't enough to get me so excited about our baby, Kamaron and Anique's baby Krew finally arrived this week (you can see pictures). I was the proud aunt showing off his first picture at work. I told one of the ladies that I'm really excited to meet the little guy, and this was just one more thing that had to happen before it was our turn. I never thought our delivery seemed that close knowing that baby Krew had to come first. It was the easiest box to check off on my to-do list :) I'm sure Anique would disagree on the ease of getting that job done.

This Saturday, we spent the whole day at a birthing class at our hospital. I had never even been to the hospital so that in itself was helpful, especially considering we parked in the wrong garage, took the wrong elevators, and had to trek across the whole building to get where we were going. Now we're old pros and will know what to do when we really need to get where we're going. We had a really good class and even though it lasted from 9-4, it really held our attention and we feel much more prepared now. Not that we couldn't have done it without the class, but now I just feel like I know so much more about what's going on internally. And Kyler thought it was helpful too. (I was worried he'd be bored and give me a hard time about dragging him there.)

One funny thing that happened was they had us bring our pillows and sit on these mats/pretend beds. I was in the middle of the group so naturally our instructor used me to demonstrate, which was totally fine. Except she took my pillow and put it on the ground under my knees. Then she told all the husbands to help us relax by stroking our faces and rubbing our hair. Kyler was behind me, and I could just feel him laughing because 1. I'm very protective of my pillow. I won't even let it touch the floor in our house. 2. I hate having my face touched. 3. I hate being rubbed. It was pretty much my nightmare trifecta in the funniest way possible.

When we introduced ourselves to the group we had to tell what our favorite and least favorite things were about being pregnant, so I thought I'd share here too.

Favorites:
Feeling the baby move
Decorating the nursery
Everyone helping me out
Talking about the baby with Kyler

Least Favorites:
Difficulty breathing
Constantly trying to get situated
People rubbing/touching my belly
Giving up Chipotle
Getting tired more easily

Really, this has been an easy pregnancy. I've all but forgotten about the first 17 weeks of feeling blah. Aside from some minor discomforts and inconveniences, I've come to really enjoy being pregnant. I remember around week 15 telling Kyler how disappointed I was that I wasn't enjoying being pregnant, but we hadn't seen or felt the baby, I wasn't showing yet, and my sickness was so unpredictable that I just hated it. That's totally changed, and I love it! Ask me again in a month when I'm the size of a boat and uncomfortable and just wanting this baby OUT!



Tonight we're on the edge of our seats watching the end of the Indiana vs. Minnesota game. I just had to share one picture of the cat, so I figured tying it in with the Hoosiers would make it more acceptable to some people. Whether we're cheering for good plays or yelling at stupid plays, she gets really startled and hostile. She really couldn't be less interested in the game, but she does like snuggling up with me, especially when her blanket overlaps my heated blanket.


Monday, December 16, 2013

25 weeks.


Author's Note: This post takes a sharp turn towards the end. It must've been the hormonal woman blogging that got caught up in baby talk. Also, there are no pictures of my cat. [Shakes her head, such a travesty.]


25 weeks. Almost done with this second trimester, which has been an absolute dream compared to the first. I go to the doctor on Thursday and can't wait to hear how much weight I've gained. I can definitely tell that this little person is getting bigger (hello shortness of breath). The amount of food I'm needing has noticeably increased. Unfortunately, I've been getting heartburn in the evenings which makes me not want any dinner, but I try to force something down. In other food news, Chipotle is out. After eating Chipotle almost every Tuesday with a group of ladies at work, I had to eat my packed lunch this past week. Three times in a row I felt just miserable after eating my usual there, so I had to throw in the towel. I've never been so disappointed...I stinkin love that place.

We've been feeling the baby move a TON, sometimes waking me from a deep sleep at 5 am. I'm not so much a big fan, but I know that I won't go back to sleep and talk myself into getting out of bed with the promise of a nap later in the day. One day last week, my pregnancy app told me that the baby's heartbeat should be audible to the naked ear, so Kyler's been listening for it most nights. Although it depends how the baby is positioned, he's been able to hear it quite a bit. I on the other hand cannot get my head even close to my belly so I take his word for it and get to hear it over the loudspeaker at my appointments :)


The picture above is one of our outtakes from this morning. Seriously, this little corner is the only part of the room not covered with wrapping paper, Amazon boxes, or Christmas presents, as evidenced by the uncropped corner of the photo.

But anyways, back to the picture above. Kyler said to me, "Turn this way and look at me." I wasn't even thinking so I turned, and I was literally looking at his face when he took this picture. Don't my eyes look like they're affixed on the ceiling? That boy is so tall. Also, a blue-ish room on a drab day really does nothing for my under eye circles. [I've been researching makeup because my skin has totally changed lately. I don't remember having those dark circles before, and I can only imagine they'll get worse when Baby gets here.]


The rest of these pictures are just outtakes from our Christmas card photo shoot. I was trying to get the positioning and focus right before hitting the timer, and I had Kyler stand in. Oddly enough, I never got it right, and he ended up setting the camera for our 'final' photo.

As I was showering this morning, which is where I do all my best thinking, I was thinking about how Christmas is so close to being here. And this will be our last Christmas as a family of two. And I got to thinking about Christmas in terms of a milestone for our family, more specifically for me.


I don't think I've shared with many people about how long we tried to have this baby. I know lots of people wait a lot longer, but it felt like when we were trying, it was happening so quickly for everyone else. Christmas was always the milestone for some reason that I used to measure how many months were going by with no baby.

Maybe we can tell our families at Christmas.

Maybe my Christmas present will be a positive test.

Maybe it will happen at Christmas, but we won't find out until January.

Maybe we'll have a Christmas baby.

For some odd reason, I was just stuck on Christmas. And this morning, as I was showering and thinking about all the Christmas celebrations that we have coming up and the last-minute presents that need to be bought, I thought about our little bitty baby, and how this Christmas is so different from last. Instead of want, I'm filled with so much happiness and contentment because we have this precious gift that's on its way in March.

I know in the grand scheme of things, 10 months is not that long to wait, but it felt like forever while we were waiting. I remember when we got engaged and picked our wedding date for 11 months later, Kyler told me he didn't want to wait another year to get married. He said he asked me to marry him because he was ready to be married and wanted to marry me now. I thought he was crazy because HELLO I needed to plan a wedding, but that's totally how it felt when we decided we were ready to have a baby. I was ready for a baby, and I wanted it right now, not in 10 months and then have to wait another 9 months. I was ready right then. But God's timing is perfect timing.

Kyler and I grew closer as we shared our disappointment month after month. He was such an encourager on those days when I felt so discouraged. We were so open and honest with each other and with God. Kyler prays for us every morning, and each morning he would add in a special request for a baby. And I would find myself waking up in the middle of the nights, praying for a baby.

But if I had gotten pregnant right away, I'd probably never have worked at the church. I would've stayed at my old job until the baby was born, but leaving that job has been one of the biggest blessings ever! I love my current job and have loved getting to know so many people on levels I probably wouldn't have otherwise. I've had time to make our house into the home we enjoy...I've also had to cook more meals which I think is probably the only negative I can find in the whole quitting-my-old-job scenario. There's just no doubt that this was God's plan for our family.


Thinking about babies and Christmas reminds me of the Baby Jesus. And what a blessing that birth was so many years ago! I was listening to the Today Show as I got ready for work one morning, and someone was interviewing Mariah Carey, and she has twins that are toddler-ish. And she said that this year will be fun because they finally 'get' Christmas, not in a true meaning of Christmas way but they know who Santa is. I thought that was the saddest thing I'd heard all day (um...it was 8am). But seriously, you can explain a (fat) old man in a red (track) suit that (creepily) comes down the chimney while you're asleep but you can't explain celebrating a baby's birthday? Mariah Carey...I haven't listened to All I Want for Christmas is You since that day. Except when it was on at the mall.

I love Christmas. Even if it is just the two of us this Christmas, because this will be the last Christmas with just the two of us. So this Christmas I will celebrate Baby Jesus and his birth, and I'll wait until March to celebrate our baby's birth.


Dang that would've been a good picture if the 'tripod' hadn't gotten in the way! I don't know if I'll post next week since we'll be Christmas party hopping. So if I don't get a chance to come back and say it...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Friday, December 6, 2013

Latest Happenings in the Gray Household

What do you say we pretend I haven't been totally slacking on keeping up with these weekly posts? Agreed? Thanks, you guys are the best.

Let's back up and cover what we've missed before we get to the bump shot, which still has to be taken and given the snow storm outside, I'm not getting out of my baggy clothes for that today. Maybe next week? Don't hold me to that. Again, you guys are darling :)

After spending lots of time home with family for Thanksgiving, we moved full steam ahead into Christmas and decorated our house, which of course included a trip to the Christmas tree farm.

Last year I had wanted a nice big tree that reached the ceiling, and then when we brought ours home, it was about a foot short. So this year I decided to go big or go home, and I'm pretty happy with the tree we have!


Although I was pretty skeptical when it was all wrapped up...it just looked so un-substantial.


Sorry about the photo qualities. These are from our phones. But the tree filled out the space nicely.


Here we go. All nice and decorated!

 
 
This year, we also have the perfect spot for our cute little Nativity Scene.
 


What else happened since we last chatted...

Kyler got his CPA!! We're so excited. Perks of living in Ohio, you only have to practice for 1 year instead of the 3 years Indiana requires. After lots of hard work, studying, test taking, and filling out forms and paying fees, we've finally got that certificate in a frame [in the closet].

Not that it's really worth noting, but we finished our first 1000 piece puzzle a couple nights ago. There's something so anticlimactic about finishing a puzzle. You put in all that time, and then when it's done, you just tear it down and put it back in the box.


I was looking for those Christmas tree photos on Kyler's phone and ran across a couple of funny ones from home. I'm not sure what this kid was doing, but it's so Kaden. He was probably trying to make us laugh, which he is oh-so-good at.


Kyler's cousins from Texas were able to come up for Thanksgiving too. All kids loooooove him, and they make it all their personal mission to crawl all over him.


One of Kyler's cousins married a cowboy. Kelsey is into everything these days, and apparently Rob's boots seemed like something she needed to be into, and then she needed to crawl on top of him.


A couple of people have noticed that I've been filling up my Instagram feed lately with the cat...not that that's really new, but they're pictures of her inside. She's still an outdoor cat, but we feel bad not spending as much time with her since the weather is cold. So we bring her in under strict rules that she stays on the pink blanket. On one particular night, I was curled up under the electric blanket at one end of the couch and Kyler stretched out with the cat curled up with him. It was pretty funny though because she kicked and pawed at him until he moved and gave her the whole couch.


This morning, Kyler and I both headed into work knowing that the weather was supposed to get bad mid-afternoon. As soon as I got in the office, everyone there agreed that we'd leave by noon. I texted Kyler and he said that he was doing the same. So about 11:30 our rain turned into a thick, heavy snow. The roads were covered with a thin layer of fresh snow, and we were both headed home before the plows even got out. We both barely made it up our snowy hills. At one point I was afraid I'd start rolling backwards down the hill, but I eventually made it into the garage. Kyler had the same problem and made it to the top of the hill, but he also made it into the ditch. Luckily a Jeep was driving by and was able to pull him out.

After just a couple of hours at home, this 3" blanket of snow was covering our deck with no signs of stopping.


That's all for now. Seriously, I'll try to get back into the routine of taking pictures after church on Sunday when I actually get dressed and do my hair on the same day. This bump is getting big. My latest obsession is wear a pair of Kyler's sweatpants with the waist rolled down. They fit nicely under the bump so none of that cutting-off-my-circulation stuff.

Monday, November 11, 2013

20 weeks

It's been a busy week around here. I have so many pictures to show you guys....and none of them are of me. Maybe my MIL will have one that she took of Kyler & me when they made a quick visit over the weekend. ;)

Last week we had our 20 week ultrasound. Holy guacamole! That was an amazing experience. Our ultrasound tech went through each little body part and organ and ruled out any high risk health problems. We didn't realize that part of the ultrasound was to rule out issues like spina bifida or clubbed feet or various other issues. Kyler said he should've been a lot more nervous going in had he known that. Instead, we were reassured that we have a healthy baby, and we spent the ride home talking about little fingers and ribs and a full baby bladder :)

Here's our cutie's profile. The hands were up by the ears, and those are feet folded up over the head.


We went in a couple of days after Halloween. Baby didn't get the memo and was still going for scary. Here's our little Skeleton.


 
Kyler's favorite were the little hands and feet. We couldn't believe there was such detail and we could see all the little bones. I'm having issues loading photos all of a sudden. Hrrrmph! No hands and feet to see today.
 
Let's see...what else went down this week. Oh yes! The nursery is painted!! Go figure that I waited all day to take photos, and when I actually got around to taking them, the clouds rolled in and the rain came down. So my photos are a little blah.
 



I looooove that crib! I love how modern it is! And that dresser....that is the heaviest dresser known to mankind. It's weighs 80 pounds! Seriously, I can barely scoot it out from the wall.


The walls are called Aqua Glow. They're a little more green/turquoise-y than the pictures show. It's not baby blue like it looks above. When we were painting, I told Kyler it made me think of mermaids. So, there's that reference for you. Our wall color is whatever you would think of when you think of mermaids. Haha. What was I thinking?

Also, non-baby related updates around the house. I've nearly finished the guest room. Oh yes, the one I started redoing in July. In my defense, I didn't know I was pregnant, and exhaustion was kicking my butt. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. I finally got my thoughts together and made a trip to Ikea to finish the bedding. I just need to hang the curtains and put some (real) frames on the (other) wall (and get rid of the Goodwill pile in the corner) and this room will be donezo.


One last picture for you all. I just couldn't resist. Throughout the day, I'll catch Prim checking in on me through the front door, and it just cracks me up when she peeks in the window. I probably send a picture similar to this to Kyler while he's at work at least once a week. What a funny kitty. I've never seen her standing on her hind legs to get into this position, but Kyler's caught her before when he's pulling into the driveway, and he thinks that's a pretty funny sight!


In other kitty news, last night Kyler went to make sure Prim was in the garage so he could put the door down for the evening. She has a bed right in front of our door, and there she was curled up in bed. And across the garage, there was a raccoon, just munching away on her cat food. He found that the raccoon was not the least bit scared of him. I'm not exactly sure what went down, but judging by what I heard from inside the house, he took a shovel after it and eventually got it out of the garage. Needless to say, I think Prim has met her match. We were pretty impressed when she hunted a squirrel, but apparently raccoons are just too big and not worth the trouble. I still can't believe she just sat there watching that rodent eat her food!

That's it! We enjoyed a nice, relaxing weekend. Saturday morning we did some yard work and started some Christmas shopping. On Sunday, Kyler's parents and Grandpa came for a quick visit. After church we at the most delicious lunch and said goodbye to them, we napped in the afternoon and had a really fun dinner at church to end our Small Group curriculum. It was seriously one of my favorite weekends! So relaxing spent with some of my favorite people!