I shall not wear granny panties!!

I have raised my four daughters with a certain rite of passage. You may be familiar with it and you may not. You may have unknowingly even participated. It is…… get ready, drum roll please……The move up from packaged panties to the Victoria's Secret 5 for $25 panties!!! Yeah you know what I'm talking about! I, being a product of the 80's never experienced this rite of passage. I was already carrying around my post child birth body when we discovered Victoria's Secret and frankly those cutesy panties scared me and VS does not make a full brief tummy control panty. Also, 5 dollars a pair, when I can get a whole package for 5 bucks??? Nope, not for me!

Just last week I took Rachel into VS to redeem a coupon for a free panty. That's how they lure you into their store! They dangle a cute little pair of free panties in your face and then they slam the front door shut and there they have you!!

Rachel actually had two coupons. She was kind enough to encourage me to use one coupon and get a free pair of panties for myself. I knew this was a ploy of hers, to fain generosity. It worked. I ended up spending forty bucks on weird stuff like hand sanitizer, room spray and foaming antibacterial hand soap that was 75% off. However, I did get the free panty.

Shopping for that free panty was an ordeal and a half!! Usually when we go to VS I just look around at the little skimpy costume like things they have up front called lingerie. I will hold the little thing up like I'm examining the quality of the garment. I'll hold the tiny garment up to my huge bosom. Occasionally, depending on how ornery I'm feeling, I'll ask the girls for an opinion. This usually hurries up whichever daughter is buying underwear quite a bit!

After looking around where Rachel was picking out her panty I quickly decided that the "pink" VS brand was not for me. In our particular VS they keep the more expensive, more mature panties in the rear of the store (no pun intended) so I ventured back to that department. The display was very cute. They had about 50 billion different styles of underwear. Bikini, Bikini high rise, boy cut, hipster, lace waist, etc. etc. It was very over whelming!! And what happened to the little numbers?? VS does not use numbers as sizes but small medium and large. I didn't like that!

With a lot of eye rolling and snide comments from Rachel I finally was able to pick out a pair. What the heck, they were free.

An amazing thing happened!! I fell in love with my free pair of panties!! The cotton felt so rich and the cut was perfect and they just stayed were they were supposed to!!! And the cute little print was fun and made me feel special! How could I resist? I was skeptical, I just knew that upon washing them the glamour would fade. But it didn't they were just as heavenly as the first time!!

I was looking at my pitiful collection of granny panties and was overcome with rebellion! I will not wear granny panties!! I will not!!! Saturday I went down to VS and spent 50 dollars on panties. I have never ever spent that kind of money on something so silly before in my life. And you know what? It felt good. Kind of naughty, but GOOD!! When I arrived home I threw out all of my granny panties.

I can just see it. 50 years from now I will be in a nursing home and all of us old ladies will be wearing Victoria's Secret panties. Now I call those granny panties!!

 

P is for........Embarrassed!

I never knew that pregnant women puke and tinkle at the same time. Every time I feel the urge to hurl I go to the bathroom, sit down and pull out a puke bag. It’s the most embarrassing thing ever. I cannot believe I am actually writing about this in a blog!

I feel like I need to get over a few things…..

1- My belly is now the center of attention.
The doctor, the two nurses, my husband and my mom are all there for the ultrasounds. It’s a very odd feeling having everyone focus on me and my belly.
2- Vomiting is a fact of life.
I have puked in front of every person here at work. Once, in front of a group of pilots. They all had sour looks on their faces when I finished; I was quite embarrassed to say the least. I have puked in the car more than a dozen times. People driving by get to see me driving with one hand while holding a puke bag and crying-all at the same time. Did I mention, I drive a stick shift?
3- I am gassy.
Just the other day I tooted in front of a co-worker. It just slipped out, I was so embarrassed! I almost cried!!! I wanted to play it off like “WOW, what a noisy chair!” but by the look on his face, he knew exactly what happened. I get really bad gas if I have soda. The carbonation really messes with my stomach.

I never knew I would have so many embarrassing moments being pregnant.
I would like to know some of your embarrassing moments. Did you ever vomit in front of your boss or pee your pants? Share your stories with me, I could use the encouragement!
Thank you to everyone who is reading this blog!! We have had over three hundred hits and I'm pretty sure thats just me and mom looking at it everyday!

"What did you say?"

I was standing at the sink, happy in my little world. When Jake came up to me and grabbed my butt. At first I was like “hey, hey good lookin'” but then he said three little words… "It’s gotten bigger!”
I spun around so fast my hair slapped him across the face. I stood there with horror on my face and looked into his happy smiling eyes and screamed “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
He slowly started to back away and a look of complete confusion and fear fell on his face.
Jake slowly repeated himself “It’s gotten bigger, I like it. What's so wrong with saying that?”
Hot tears flowed down my face as I sobbed “I am only in my first trimester. I’m not supposed to get bigger!!!”
He then turns me around and grabs my butt, yet again. This time he proclaims,“Oh, I was wrong! It's not bigger! You were just standing in a way that made it feel bigger.” Then he walked away.
For the next hour I looked at my backside in the bathroom mirror. Obsessing over if it was indeed bigger.

I have come to the conclusion...my husband is an idiot!

Lost Dogs, Empty Rooms and Teen Agers

It seems like everyone in our family is going through something right now: some of it good and some of it not so good. Career paths change, you move into a different home, children grow up, parents grow older, and life goes on. Growth and change is the nature of the family entity.

Rachel is now finding out what it's like to be an only child. She even admits she doesn't like how quiet the house has become. Change.

Kendra is a college student now. Out from under us for the first time and yet not too sure about her new found freedom. Change.

Rebekah's roommates have all moved out and she's all on her own. Now more than ever since her little Molly dog ran away. Change.

Katie is getting a small taste of parenthood with Kendra moving in with her. Katie is overwhelmed with worrying about Kendra getting up on time, making good choices, being safe etc, etc. Now Katie is seeing a little bit of what it's like to have a teenager instead of being the teenager. Change.

I have had so many different phone numbers and cell phone numbers I could not even begin to list all of them. Change.

Some things aren't supposed to change. Mommy and Daddies are supposed to love each other forever. Children aren't supposed to die before their parents. Home is supposed to always be a safe place. Change.

Sometimes the fear of change keeps us from dealing with issues in our lives that need to be handled, sin that needs to be confronted and taking that stand that needs to be made. Change.

I read that a healthy marriage "breaths." I believe a healthy family breaths. You adapt to the natural changes that occur in life. Change is scary, it sometimes hurts and you oftentimes cannot control it. But change is necessary to grow and to experience the next thing God has for you. If you live your life holding your breath in fear of what's around the corner you're not really living. Change.

I'm not holding my breath. I am determined to breath in every moment that life has to offer. The good smells ( like the smell of a freshly bathed baby) and the not so good smells ( like a teenagers bedroom)… I want to breath them all in!!! Change.

Angel or Monster

I have started thinking about what type of personalities my baby will have. Will it be a little monster or a little angel? We all know that perfect child that is so sweet they could melt ice with their sweet smile. On the flip side we all know that little child that is such a horrid little monster it makes you question ever having children.

Jake has such a different personality from me. He is a good country boy, non- wavering, technical thinker. I on the other hand am wemsical, emotionally driven, and a creative thinker. So what traits will our child pull from us?

Having taught school last year, I have come across many different types of children.

I had this little four year old boy in my class that would pat me on the butt and tell me how much he liked my big booty. He was a hand full; he used to tell me a light saber could cut off my head in 3 seconds. Also, in cirlce time he pointed out that my boobs were bigger than my assistant teacher's boobs (and he was right about that).  
This same boy used to get so mad he would slam his head against the wall as hard as he could.  No, he did not emotional problems.  He was just a very smart, manipulative little boy.
He was the perfect birth control for an entire year.  I loved the kid but he seriously made me reconsider having children. No matter how bad he got, he could always weasel his way back onto my good side. Lol
On the flip side,  I had the sweetest little boy ever in my summer class. He would sit in my lap and suck his thumb and tell how much he loved me. He would catch Rolly Polly bugs as presents for me. He used every word I used like "fabulous" and "are you being sassy?" (I loved using the word sassy in class)
He would pet my hair and say "When I get older, I will marry you. You can live at my house with me and my mommy!"
He told me I could sleep on his top bunk because he was not allowed to because he fell off once.  He would bring me pages he colored and rings he found at garage sales. He cried when he had to leave my class and it nearly broke my heart to watch him walk out of my life on the last day of school.It was those children that showed me that kids are wonderful, creative, imaginative and beautifully honest.

Nursery Theme!!

Katie, Rachel and I went shopping yesterday.  Katie drug us to her favorite store....Hobby Lobby!
We tried shopping at Kirklands but the smell really got to Katie so we had to leave.  That led to a trip to Starbucks...just to settle her tummy.  That  girl is workin' it, I tell you!! Just teasin' Katie- I know you really felt bad.
Anywho, at Hobby Lobby Katie found her inspiration for the Nursery.
The theme will be The Wild West!!
If it's a little Buckeroo she wants to use vintage, retro fabrics.  You know the kind you imagine a little boy wearing on his pj's! She wants the more vintage inspired color pallet for a boy.

If the baby turns out to be a little "Calamity Jane"  then she wants to go with pepto pink and chocolate brown.  Sounds like her morning sickness gave her some inspiration! 

We found the sweetest little things at Hobby Lobby!

    We just loved the paisley and stars!

      (a close up of the matching fabric)

I just couldn't wait to share what we came up with!! 

I think it will be fun to collect some nuetral accents while we are waiting to find out if he's a girl or boy.

Rachel wasn't all that thrilled shopping for baby stuff!  Actually, Rachel gets kinda mad when I spend my money on anyone but her!  She better just get used to it....move over Rachie you are not the baby in the family for much longer!!

I Love This Baby!

I have never felt real fear until Tuesday night. It started out just a regular night.  I was having a few stomach cramps that quickly turned into "I may lose this baby." Having lost one baby, it was my  one fear that was always lingering around. I was totally frantic, every bad thought that could possibly find their way in did. I never felt such a cold wave of fear hit me before. I started praying that this was just spotting and nothing more.
It's weird how much I love this little bean inside me already. I want to protect it and I would already give up anything I own if it meant its safety. I love day dreaming about Jake holding our baby, teaching the baby to walk, and holding the baby at night.
In two seconds I felt it all rip away from me…… I don't ever want to experience that again. I know it's kind of dramatic but its how I felt. Call it hormones, call it whatever you want but I realized I love this baby!I am thankful for a great doctor that I'm very confident in. My mom was there for me during the whole thing. I was happy she got to hear the heart beat with me and Jake for the first time. The baby's heart beat was so strong. I instantly felt happiness and pride swell up in me when I heard that sweet little thump thump. I looked at Jake and mom and said "it's so strong!"
I will, for the next six months, take it very easy and do everything I can to keep stress down.

I will post more later about everything that happened but I really need to eat dinner right now…. J

I’m so classy ….

Mix morning sickness and the smell of a dentist office … you're asking for trouble.

I went even though I felt like I might spew like Mount Rushmore. I even threw up a little bit in the parking lot before I went in (classy, I know). I had to get  my permanent crown put on.

The ladies are so sweet in my Dentist's office!  They said they were going to "go slow and try to get as much done as possible. "
I was thinking...." GO SLOW??? Go as freaking fast as possible, or I will throw up in your beautiful dentist's chair.!!"

To make a very long.... gagging... stomach turning story short: they had to stop 30 minuets in.


The Dentist does not like being thrown up on……….my next appointment is in 5 weeks...under the condition the morning sickeness is gone!

First Baby Picture!

Katie is in fact in her 6th week.  Originally it was guessed that she was 9 weeks but the sonogram shows that "he" is exactly 6 weeks old.  We got to watch the little heart flutter and we even got to hear the heart beating!

Keep "him" in your prayers- katie has been spotting a little bit.  Katie has been put on bed rest for a few days.  Pray that her morning sickness will ease up.  She has a funny story to share about morning sickness and going to the dentist.  Not a good combination!!