#be productive

Jesus has been leaving me these last couple of nights due to extra work. Thank you for those sacrificed sleepless nights! Unfortunately, I miss him tons. By the time he leaves David is asleep and I'm just left looking at the walls. I decided to do something...

Night one: I watched Netflix and started some thank you notes
Night two: I cleaned, rearranged, and did some artwork.
Night three, tonight: work on some cards to sell this weekend.

I've felt good knowing that I'm doing something. I won't lie, my body is starting to fail me. I'm not sure what's going on exactly but my chest and back are hurting to simply breathe. Maybe I slept wrong. I definitely don't think this is baby related.

Regardless of how I've been feeling, I took David out on a list of errands with me today so he could let his dad rest (remember, he's been crying for undivided attention, even from people who may be sleeping).

Stop one: the Home Depot; make a set of extra car keys and purchase a keychain
Stop two: Walmart; returns and exchanges. The best thing that happened, I found my breast pump on clearance, the only one, mind you, for $20! Super excited.
Stop three: target; found clothes for the kiddos and bought some necessities, aka toothpaste.
Stop four: michaels; used my awesome 40% discount that was just burning up in my purse waiting to be used.

We missed two more stops due to a tired worn out baby. And mama. I won't lie, that exhausted me. Each stop means a lot to this pregnant swollen body.


Anyway, I did a little garland for the little lady and I must say, I really like it! More pictures soon.

#ultrasound

Like I mentioned on my instagrm earlier today, this morning we found out what it is we are expecting. I am so happy and thrilled! Here's the story...


My husband went with me to my ultrasound this morning, which is the first appointment during this pregnancy that he's gone with me. Why? Our obgyn, like many other doctor offices, wants the patient and another adult, no kids!, in their office only. So up until today, this has meant that papa stays home with baby.

Back to our morning, we are led into our room with a sweet adorable little lady that immediately began to show us 'this is the face...eyes...nose...lips...cheeks...arms...heart...legs...thighs...toes...' followed by 'do you know what you're having?' Well, to this I had to answer quickly and truthfully: he doesn't want to know do. Why? One more month until we have our little one and papa doesn't want to know anymore, he just wants it to be a surprise. Heck, I NEED to know.

She continued silently to take many measurements in which I began to get very nervous about since I kept looking at her staying in a certain area. Until next week when I have my doctors appointment, I won't worry unless I'm told to.


A long time went by. I mean, a really long time. I honestly, no joke, heard Jesus snoring! Yes, it took that long to take measurements. He knocked out! What!? He knocked out! Embarrassing. Thankfully, this sweet lady disregarded.

She turned the monitor around once again and showed my the baby's face, she printed out pictures and wrapped it up for us. So I asked her to write down the sex of the baby. She seemed really nervous about this but went over to her little station and wrote it down. Folded the little post it and handed it over. We thanked her and walked out.

We went right thru the lobby. Out the door. Down one hall. Turned.

Then I peeked.

Then I cried.

And cried.

And cried.


My husband immediately knew. It was a girl.



Hey baby girl, this is your mama. I am so overjoyed with this news, I am so happy and so in love with you. Come out so I can hug and kiss you already. Besides, my ribs can't take your kicks much longer!


<3



p.s. I didn't mean to tell my husband, it just all happened too quickly. Luckily, he didn't mind knowing. (:


Also, thank you for the flowers to my mama-in-law. She knew the second she saw the photo that it was a baby girl.

#pajama-na-na's

I think d stays in his pjs most of the time. We don't go out much, plus its cold, and we're bums so jammie's is how we stay dressed around here.

Pro of staying in pjs: comfy.
Con of staying in pjs: inspires laziness.


On another side note:;

He has a really bad rash right now and the poor guy is walking around in a t-shirt, sweater, and socks.

No diaper.

No pants.

Yup. So we're keeping him in his play pen with a layer of towels and a couple of toys. I felt really bad considering we don't put him in the playpen because we started referring to it as a prison. But then, I saw him pee. Out. Onto the carpet.


I. Don't. Feel. Too. Bad. Anymore.


He's going to have to stay there. I'll sit around him so he doesn't feel too lonely. <3