Showing posts with label Journaling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Journaling. Show all posts

Sunday, October 4, 2009

I would walk 500 miles...

And now I'll walk 500 more cuz guess what I got?

A treadmill!

I am so excited, our neighbors got a new treadmill and they put theirs outside to sell it on Saturday, and I sent Justin over to see what they were doing with it. I told him, if they are selling it, I'd pay $30.00 for it.

Well he let them know, that if they didn't hear anything else durring the day he'd take. And a few hours later, I had a brand new (to me) treadmill. And its the kind that folds up!

So I guess I have no excuse not to exercise! I should have thought about that before...

So tell me, what good deals have you been able to find in your life?

Monday, September 28, 2009

The stats: 2nd month

(there will be more pictures of Etta in her blessing dress coming this week)


She hasn't changed much in terms of percentages:
90% for weight 12 lbs 8 oz
97% for height 24 1/4"
75% head circumference (I guess she didn't get my BIG head!)





We got shots too(this on the same morning the cat almost died, thank you very much). This was a really hard thing for both of us! (notice I said we got shots, technically it was only Etta, but it was a nightmare for Mommy) The nurse was like I'm real fast, she was. So fast the alcohol hadn't dried the band aids didn't stick and she left the room before Etta had finished her huge shocked in tack of breath.

It was the saddest most hurt, painful cry and face you have ever seen. Her eyes filled with tears, I grabbed her up in my arms, and got blood all over my shirt, trying to help calm her down. I was decided to nurse her, and it was like here world hers my boob, cuz we were on ground level with the blind fully pulled up, facing an apartment complex- Oh well my poor screaming baby won the most important vote for me.

We've had some weird days since then. I have been sick a bit and I am pretty sure so has she.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

We are blessed...

friday september 11, 09

Since we were in town, where most all of our family is, we decided to have Etta's baby blessing. It was so nice, we had such a great turn out. What a joy to be surrounded by so many of our parents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews and friends. What a joyful celebration.
It was simple, but nice. We meet in the Relief society room, Justin's dad conducted the little meeting. We sang Families Can Be Together Forever, one of my favorite hymns and children's songs. Had an opening prayer, then Justin gave Etta her name and blessing through the Melchizedek priesthood. Then Grandpa K, and Oma shared their feelings, Justin and I shared our thoughts, feelings and testimonies. We closed with I am a Child of God, and a prayer. The spirit was so strong. Grandpa K got "the look"(family joke...) immediately and started all the Comitches crying from the get go. It was glorious.

Then, we went into the cultural hall and ate a huge beautiful potluck. Thanks to all that came, and brought food.

I just want to say right now how much the chance to have my child blessed means to me. I am so lucky to receive this blessed daughter from God. I know that he orchestrated the whole thing. Who could have imagined, that after such a long, arduous climb we would get the thing we most hoped for.

I was talking to my friend Jen, from Asheville today, and she mentioned something she had heard at a recent church meeting that said, - "this life is not the dream", meaning that the life to come, where we return to live with our Father in Heaven, is the dream.

I have thought a lot about the Atonement that the Savior has made for all of us. That is so essential, that will save my children and family and my gratitude and awe could not be greater. Things change as a parent, (or at least I have) we become more aware of the need we have for God and his plan of happiness that has been so perfectly laid out. We want so much for our children, and our sincerest hope rests with God.

I have always thought of my "dream house" or other stuff like that, but why settle for mortal things that rot and corrupt. It is true this, life is not the dream The dream in is the life to come. The result of our choices today, through trials and life, that will ultimately decide the greatest dream on happiness and that is an Eternal happiness. A happiness that we cannot yet imagine, and a glory beyond description, Free from the hardships of this life. It is an exciting thing to ponder.

My thoughts have also been thinking about why this happened. I truly believe that only after I accepted God's will and not stubbornly fought for my own, did he let me have what I wanted. It was a hard pill to swallow, and unfortunately it got stuck in my throat for ahem a few years. But, once I accepted my life, the way my prayers had told me it would be, I was blessed. It is an interesting truth, that it is after the trial of our faith that the testimony comes.

Some people handle "it all" (our personal trials, life...) so well, with grace and cheerfulness. I feel like I did fine the first 3-ish years, but then it got really difficult. Hope and faith was a harder burden to bear than just being angry. Until I finally let go of my scheduled plan did things work out. I am not saying that is the answer for everyone, it was my trial and my weaknesses that were being strengthened and refined. And I can honestly say, I have learned to be grateful for the things I have learned, even before I became pregnant, and now a mother.

I wouldn't have it any other way. I have had time with my Father in Heaven, my husband, family and friends and last but not least my first babies, our cats ;-) to help me along the way. I realize that I will have other trials come to me. They will be hard, and I will have to "learn through them" too. But I must rejoice in this gift, and I am still loving every minute of it, and my thanks to God must be shared.

I don't know if even half of this rambling made any sense, and it is okay if it didn't to anyone else but me I just needed to share it.

On with the party pics... (I will blog later about making the blessing dress with my mom and some up close pictures of just that)

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Knuckle Sandwich

Etta had just learned where her hands are before we left.
She now tries to suck on her whole fist when she is upset, it is pretty cute!


Surprise!

wednesday, september 9, 09

Justin's parents had not yet met Etta. They are planning on visiting for Christmas, but she would already be 5 months old by then, we decided we would surprise them.

Wednesday was the day Justin's family arrived home from their own vacation to Hawaii. They had no idea we were there. They took a red-eye flight home. And got to the house at about 9:00 am, we had made breakfast, then waited in the front room for them to walk in.

Justin's mom was the first to enter. She came through the back door. We sat quietly in the living room til she came through. The best part was listening to the conversation as they entered. She walked in and said, "Does it smell like Bacon?... Maybe it's just because I want bacon..." We were both trying not to laugh, it was so funny. (it did indeed smell like bacon, happy breakfast!)


It worked out nicely, after Mom and Heidi saw us, she opened the front door and people slowly trickled in one at a time.

SURPRISE!


Monday, August 24, 2009

Best Husband Ever

It's official. I have the best husband ever. He as been the biggest help, and best Daddy ever, he even takes the baby at night, for an hour or two if he can see that I am too tired.
But to prove it, I had to share this picture. He made me lunch on Saturday, and this is what it looked like. (yes he cut a heart out of the top piece... Too cute)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Da, da, da, Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Justin!
...a few days late....

We celebrated Justin's birthday family style. It was so nice. We watched movies on Justin's awesome b-day present, come over and check it out. Then we had this lovely Fruit Galette (twice) I got the recipe from America's Test Kitchen videos I rented from the library!! I changed up a bit- then later while I checking blogs, Our Best Bites had the almost exact same recipe, so check here for the recipe, it is close enough to what I did.



Thursday, August 6, 2009

Labor of Love

I need to get writing about my Etta's birth story before I forget it all. I wrote it all in my journal, and have let it go at that, but I am currently enjoying a nap break, and thought I should use it for a quick blog. I will just jump right in.

I was due on the 28th of August, and had been planning on going over as is the norm in my family. So, on the 22nd when I woke up at 5:19 in the morning to a large cramp that lasted about a minute, I didn't think much about it. I tried to go back to sleep, but 5 minutes later, I had another minute long cramp.

Luckily, Justin and I had taken a birthing class the week before, so I was aware that these were at least "like" contractions. Five minutes later, when I had my 3rd minute long contraction, I had to laugh to myself, "What if I have this baby today?'..Ha, ha...

Well an hour and 20 contractions later, all 5 minutes apart consistently, Justin's alarm goes off. He turns over and sees I'm, awake.

"Hi Honey," I say "I don't think you'll be going into work today."

"What?"groggy misunderstanding...

"Well, you know how in our class they said not to go into the hospital until your contractions last 1 hour, are 1 minute long and 5 minutes apart... Well it has been an hour, and they are 1 minute long, every 5 minutes ..."

I decide to get up and see if there are any changes. I am secretly getting excited, but I do NOT want to be the girl who goes into the hospital with false labor only to be sent home a dozen times. I take a long shower, and they are still getting closer. They are starting to hurt more and more.

We make breakfast, I call my midwife, to ask what I should do. She thinks I am not sounding "bad enough" So, I am probably not in labor... (I don't know about you, but I try not to sound to desperate when I talk on the phone, I try to sound cheerful... urgh)

At this point the contractions are almost 3-4 minutes apart, and they really hurt. I have showered, dressed, had Justin load the car, eaten breakfast, fed the cats, checked on the chickens and I know that I am 15-20 minutes away from the hospital and am getting more nervous. Of course the one good story I really remember is my friend telling me how she gave birth to her son in the car.

I call my mother, "Mommy, I think I'm in labor and the doctor says I'm not" I start to cry... It is true, I was in pain, I was scared and the midwife didn't believe me, and I had been up for 3 hours at this point and the contractions are just coming closer and harder. She tells me to go to the hospital. Thank you for your permission Mommy!

We drive to the hospital, I am excited! I can't believe what might actually happen today. I kept looking at the drivers around me thinking, "They have no idea that a miracle is occurring right at this very moment."

Sidenote: Please take a tour of your hospital before you go into labor. No one knows where you should go AT ALL, and it is really frustrating.....

We had driven by the drop off months before, so we thought we knew, but we couldn't remember exactly where. The emergency guard tells us to go "here", Once we get there, they tell us to go "there" and finally after 10 minutes of driving all around, we find the right place.

We hand the keys to the valet. We start to head in, but have to take a break, while I am leaningagainst a wall to get through a contraction and a sweet lady offers a wheel chair. Thank you how nice. But she is unsure where to go, we pass the info desk... and takes us to admissions.

They are less than happy to have us there, they tell us to get out of the way and wait cuz someone else is coming in, thank you very much. They'll get someone for us when they can... After waiting 5 minutes and two more contractions. I am sick of it, and stand up to walk to the dang place myself.

We start looking for signage. There, "Labor and delivery" we walk to the other side of the building. Once we get there a I man says, no you need to go to THE OTHER SIDE OF THE (DANG... my thoughts added) BUILDING. I am about to cry... again. We walk all the way back to the first info desk where the entrance is.... Finally, we arrive in Maternal Observation.

They strap me into a bed with the monitors for baby heart beats and contractions. At first, the contractions are regular every 3-4 minutes, but after an hour they start to slow. I am worried that I am in false labor... I do not want to go home.

The new midwife on call says to have me start walking the hall for an hour. As I walk the contractions start getting closer again, uh and they are really starting to hurt... But I am only dilated to a 3. (it hasn't changed)

The midwife comes in and tells us, "Yes I am in labor, but I may be there a little early, and I could go home if I want or go get lunch, or I can check into Labor and Delivery". I choose to check in, I am just way to nervous not to.





At 11:30 we check in, get i.v'd, and then start walking the halls around 12:30. By 1:00 I am dilated to a 6. (in about 1/2 hour, it changed that fast- I am glad I didn't leave!...) At this point, I am having awful back labor, I can hardly stand.

Can I just say that I am not into pain... I know this very clearly now. Back in the hopeful days I thought I could do it without an epidural, ha, ha, ha.

I LOVE EPIDURALS!
I REALLY REALLY LOVE EPIDURALS!!!
And while I stand in awe of the brave women who don't need them, "as for me and my house, we will always have an epidural."

At 1:30, I decided I had had enough and wanted it to be pain free. Of course, when I got the epidural I had 3, 1 minute long contractions, 1 minute apart and I was actually screaming in pain. I also got the shakes like you cannot believe, all this while they are saying, be calm, don't tense and and DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE!. I think Justin was a little terrified, by the dramatic change in his happy, serene wife, to the screaming shaking wife.

But about 1 hour later, I was happily watching Divine Design on HGTV, sipping apple juice, and wondering if I was still having contractions... BLISS!


We took a nap, watched more design shows and waited to progress. At about 6:00, I was at 8 cm, and my midwife came in to break my water. Then she went to a meeting... Finally at about 7:30, at last dilated to a 10 my nurse decided it was time to push.

What?

Where?

I don't know what I'm doing?

Are you serious?

I have to do what?

Where's the doctor?

So, Justin, the nurse and I listening to the Coors, with our candle warmer perfuming the air, begin to push. And what do we see, and tiny bit of a head full of black hair? What?

....You wanna know something kinda funny, - They set up a mirror, so I could see what I was doing. You may think gross, but it was kinda cool. Just a little disheartening, when you find out the "Good Jobs, wow that is really good" Only mean you can see an inch of baby head... You have got to be kidding me...

About 45 minutes later the Midwife comes in, and they actually gave me some handles to pull on instead of my thighs, thank heaven! Why not sooner? It was so much easier.

I can definitely say, at about this point and 2 inches of showing head, I was thinking, I don't think I can do this anymore. All of a sudden, I developed a fever of 102, and was burning up exhausted, and they were a little worried. Then I needed a barf bag, and was doubly glad I didn't leave earlier for lunch..

FINALLY, all of a sudden Etta's head really starts coming out and the Midwife says "STOP! okay, now push 1 more time really soft, for 3 seconds" Out pops a head, and then "Now one more soft, 3 second push" There is the body. There are the cries, and then a moment later there is my baby, in my arms. Wonderful bliss.... and it still is.


To be continued... (if I ever get around to it, I will tell you what the stay at the hospital is like)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Lovin' Laundry

Etta is one week old!

I was just folding a load of laundry. And it was such a fun little discovery to find a tiny little onesie that my little daughter has worn recently. It made me smile, and now it is making me cry for happiness.

I am just so incredibly thankful to have this little bundle of joy. Who knew there was something that would make doing extra laundry so worth it?

We are having a great time figuring each other out. Now that I have some real food, and not just colostrum we are getting better sleep and figuring out a schedule. We are also learning about the joys of gas drops! And an hour is well spent just cooing and staring into her eyes.

It is also amazing how much more meaning there is to Daddy coming home from work. The reason I am here and the reason he is there is right before us, all cuddled up on my shoulder and reunions are so great! Thank you daddy for providing such a wonderful home and life for your family!

Just wanted to write down some thoughts. I may do this a little more often.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

One of "THOSE" days...

From the title, you know what I am talking about right? One of THOSE days, the special kind- not like your birthday, or going to the zoo, I mean the other kind of special. The ones where you grow from the experience, and not necessarily cuz you want to.

I had one yesterday. But truly, I am not writing to complain, but actually to share how the Lord just takes care of us in our needs.

The day started out like any other day. Me sleeping in as long as I can, which is about 7:00 and then trying to fall back to sleep and zoning in and out of awareness til 8:30 before I finally just give up. I watered the plants ,chickens, fed the cats, ate breakfast and then had a few hours to burn before my doctors appointment.

All is normal, I jump in the car to drive downtown to my midwives office.

I pull off the freeway exit, take a sharp right onto a busy road and immediately I hear loud grinding from my car and begin to loose power. At first I thought my left front tire had gone flat, that is what it sort sounded like. I turned my hazards on immediately, and turn off the AC so I can hear what is going on.

I am thankful to be off the very busy, construction zone freeway. I was, however still on a busy lane with no shoulder. After a minute to allow the road to clear, I check the front tire, which was not flat.

Strange, I thought, well maybe I can get 200 feet further down the road and pull into a parking lot, at least get out of the way. The car had died right after a blind corner. So the traffic coming on can't see it until they are right there.

I restart the car, put the car in drive, and the grinding revs up again and the car doesn't move.... Stop the car, I am worried I might hurt the engine.

I jump out of the car to see if I can see anything else. No lights have come on warning me of engine failure, it isn't over heated, but it isn't running and I can't go anywhere.

Immediately a man traveling in the opposite direction stops his car in the middle of the lane, jumps out and runs over to me to see if I am okay. I tell him it is just my car, he tries the engine and says he thinks it might be the transmission. My stomach drops, with all that is going on does it have to be that, right now, seriously?

He is so kind and asks if I have a cell phone, which I don't (he doesn't either, cuz he shares it with his wife).

Unsure of my next move, and completely in the power of a kind soul with a cell phone, I just stand there wondering and melting in the 106 degree minimum heat. He starts waving people down to find a cell phone. A lady with her young son, lends me her cell phone and offers to take me to the hospital.

This is when I realize, I have only 2 fort worth numbers memorized home which is useless, and Justin's work desk... I really should be panicking, but somehow, I was calm.

Luckily, Justin is at his desk when I call. I tell him, he needs to call Triple A to have the car towed, that it is off this exit, and that this lady is giving me a ride to the hospital, I hang up. I get in her car, back seat. She drives me to the hospital, and drops me off at the front door.

Bless my two helpers!

At this point I must defend myself. When I got to the appointment, and (on time mind you) and I told the nurse what had happened and that I had gotten into this lady's car, she made me feel kinda stupid- with a motherly "tisk, tisk, you never know what could have happened". But I assure you, I felt comfortable, or comforted that it was the right decision. I know from past experience that the Spirit will warn me when a situation was safe or not, and I felt nothing but comfort. And there I was safe and sound at the hospital.

Anyway, I get to the office and ask if I can use the phone. I call Justin again, he is already gone, so I leave a message to let him know I am at the doctors safe and hang up. Only after do I realize, he doesn't have a cell phone, doesn't know the name of my doctor, I don't know our friend Matt's cell phone, who was taking him to pick up the car... "I am a lone reed" - (to quote a random, old favorite movie)

While I sit in the waiting room for 20 minutes (after my scheduled appointment time waiting to be called in) I quickly write down in my journal what just happened, and then contemplate blankly for the next 15 minutes, how well I was taken care of, but how unprepared I was.

I am sure I sound like a total idiot. No phone, no water, no numbers... But how many of you have all your close friends numbers memorized? Our cell phone plans ended about 2 months ago I have all the numbers programed into it, so I just haven't needed to worry about it.

Sitting there in the waiting room, I felt so incredibly isolated. I felt as though I could just burst into tears, to relieve some of the unsettled feelings I had. Somehow, I didn't, and for a cry baby like me, that is saying something. Honestly though, through it all I wasn't fearful, just a unsure of what will happen next.

I finally made it into the appointment. Etta is absolutely undisturbed by the event just hiccuping away in her lovely little belly bath. I even have low my regular low blood pressure, which is a miracle considering the unrest, and unsettled moment I was in the middle of.

During the visit the receptionist comes in asking about some guy how is looking for a car that broke down... It's Justin! He found the number to the office (thanks to Emily who tracked it down for him) I go and take the call, Justin is at the car, the AAA guy is almost there, he is going to pick me up at the office, then I will ride home with the tow guy and he will go back to work.

We get back to the car, take the car home, drop it and me off.

Finally, I am safe at home, my neighbor pulls in while the tow guy is dropping off the car. I walk over to talk to her and her husband pulls up too, which makes me feel less alone, and is nicely comforting, she talks to me in her driveway til the towing guy is gone.

Once all this is over, we call a friend of a friend to come check out what is going on. Which turns out to be the axle- thank heaven it isn't the whole engine- which sounded pretty scary! A mechanic was nice enough to come and pull it over to his shop, during his lunch break today, to be fixed by tomorrow.

I don't know if this expresses, the whole "stress" of the story. But, I think that the Lord has blocked half the emotion before it could effect me. I was not fearful the whole time. Unsettled, yes, wondering what was wrong with the car and wondering if we were going to be car shopping today! Thank heaven we aren't- but the whole time I was not upset. Which is a huge blessing in itself.

After the mechanic told us it was the axle, we knelt down and had a good thankful prayer. The tears came out then. We truly had a lot to be thankful for, my safety, and protection, that I didn't go into labor, that Justin was able to get to, find and pick up the car, figure out my doctor's office number all only after a 20 second call, that Etta didn't have any stress, we didn't get overheated, that people truly looked out for their "neighbor" stuck on the side of the road, that it won't bankrupt us to fix the car, and on and on.

I am still in awe of all that happened. How quickly it was taken care of and that the Lord is so kind to his children. I am also very grateful that this happened before I had a tiny helpless baby in my back seat, in this awful heat and it definitely shows me my own foolishly unprepared ways. Thank heaven for the wake up call!

Next time we have one of "those" day, thanks to this experience, I will be better prepared! And hopefully, I can be as aware of the ministering of angels as I was yesterday.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Getting antsy...

Sorry for my recent lack in posts.

Justin and I had a four day weekend and we worked around the house getting random things done. He also worked his little tushy off in the back yard, getting it cleaned up after all our recent projects. It is starting to look fabulous- and now has fewer hidey holes for scary creatures! Thank heaven.

If you notice on the little count-down I only have 3 weeks left! I am just wishing she were here already! It isn't like I can do much anymore. I can only sit up for about an hour without it feeling like my ribs are exploding and on fire, which is another reason I haven't blogged, I just haven't been sitting at the computer much. I am not even that concerned about the labor- just bring it on, I want to meet this little kicker!

I will try to blog some of the things I worked on in the last week... but if I don't just think of me on a mini blog vacation, floating in our little above ground pool like a large hippo. It will not be permanent, I am just really boring right now!

Love ya all- talk soon!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Beached whale...

Saturday was HOT, HOT, HOT!

We were working on finishing the chicken run and painting the back wall and it was unbearable. I have been asking Justin about getting one of those little pools for the backyard for weeks, and we finally just did it. It is 12' across and 30 inches deep so not bad and has a filter for junk.
We decided it is an adults only zone, (sorry small children) but we don't want to swim in a toilet.... and, I still need to run to the pool supply place to figure out the chemical situation. I know it looks a little ghetto, but we are in love!

We went swimming twice. I was in there smoothing out the bottom with just an inch in there, splashing around like a beached whale. Once it was full, we returned for a swim at 9:30 while it was still 90 degrees out! HEAVENLY! ( the neighbors were having a party with a live band, which made ti more fun and reminded me of the Asheville drum circle)

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Eleventy-One


Today is my eleventy-first post!
Yeah me!
I thought it would be more fun to celebrate eleventy-one rather than 100, besides, how many times do you get to say eleventy-one? (4 times so far in this blog!) I've loved that number since I first read the Lord of the Rings! Read it, I'm sure you'll love it. And if you're thinking I watched the movies good enough for me, I must say, while I love the movies, so many wonderful things were left out!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

I showered.

I know you are all glad to hear that I shower. But, actually, I am talking about my baby shower, which was only the BEST baby shower of all time. THANK YOU EMILY and all her helpers for such a wonderful event- it was worth the wait!


As the guests arrived, we received a crazy celebrity baby name (taped to our back). We had to try and guess what it was. There was a lot of good natured, helpful clues and about everything short of actually cheating- because seriously, who would ever have thought of "Pilot Inspector" as your first born son's name? Sorry, if I just shattered your reality!

Here we are hanging out really close to the food. Which was heavenly! We had the best fresh fruit, dipped in a beautiful chocolate fountain. Cheesecake stuffed strawberries- I kid you not! Darling strawberry, baby rattle cupcakes. Pickles cuz I'm prego and much, much more. Oh, and of course she had my most craved food- steak! What a meal! And yes I went back for seconds...

I was so psyched to start. Here is the before. Yes, I do look really pregnant for sure! Etta is really trying to make herself as comfy as possible in there I think she may have moved in some furniture, like a crib, and refrigerator to make it more comfy til she has to come out!

We played 3 more games. The first was "Guess Who". Emily had contacted both Justin and my mother and asked them 20 questions. Then she had a list of Cassity or Justin specific childhood traits and we had to guess who was who. (I didn't even know them all for sure!)

Then "What am I wearing", where everyone looked at my outfit for 10 seconds. I left while they wrote down everything I had on, and whoever had the most correct detail won. I was doubly thankful that I had in fact showered!

After that they made me some great hats. Good for Sunday strolls, no need to bring the diaper bag. Here are our models, then of course I got to try them on too. (and later I made Justin do it too, and he did, because he is such a good sport)



And then it was present time. I was totally blown away. I was given the most wonderful things. To start was a special treat. Emily gave me an entire first year scrapbook she had made. And it included letters from family, all the local ladies, my dear girlfriends in Asheville and some of my dear friends from college. WOW!

Then I got the sweetest surprise of a video of my friends from Asheville. Leslie you are amazing. I bawled my eyes out, in front of everyone! It meant so much to me to see all these people I love so much, my whole soul misses them! Here is the picture of me explaining to everyone who this is.

Once my nose was good and red, it was time to open the other wonderful things people had lovingly prepared for Etta and me. I unfortunately had a slight problem with closing my mouth apparently! My jaw was dropped the whole time. Oh, well isn't it time I add some not so lovely pictures of myself to the blog? Okay! I wasn't able to get an image of every gift, some came out blurry, but I am thankful for them ALL.

Obviously from the expression on my face , the caption for this first image, said in a very valley girl tone is: "Dude!" Dramatic pause, "Shut! - Up!" I was obviously excited. Thanks to all those who contributed!!! And Shirley, you can totally buy me any girl outfits you ever fancy- I love them all!



I had a quick lesson of how you use my awesome "modest milker" shield. I guess it's time I find out what those things are for anyway. Shocking!



Even my older furry children were not forgotten. Kitty and Buddy are thankful to their cat friends Burt and Pumba, for their gift! And, oh my this diaper cake was loaded with goodies! Thank you Amy and Elva. I was going to leave it be for a few days and just admire it, but Buddy found the curled ribbon, which is his favorite appetizer(that is really dangerous for him too eat). I removed that, which took off the cellophane wrapping and went crazy taking it all apart- then, to my horror, I realized I hadn't photographed it!! So sad!



Here are some of the details of a few gifts, because baby girl stuff is so darn cute!


After the shower I had Justin come over. (He was home building his baby chicks a home)
He was excited about everything.
It was a wonderful day! Thank you for the love and support everyone has given us. Let the countdown really begin!