It's been a while...

I have been slacking... It's been way too long since I have posted anything and so now that I am I feel like there is so much I should write about. I intended for this to be a "diary" of sorts, not only about our lives, but to have and look back upon to remember everything about this pregnancy and I feel guilty that I haven't written in over two months.


Anyway, hmmm..... where to start?? This may ramble a bit as things come to my mind, but I'm going to try and catch up.

This past Monday, June 15th, we hit the 30 week mark!! I cannot believe that in just a few short months we will finally be able to see, hold & love on our little girl. It seems like just yesterday that I was looking at the sonogram of the "blob"!! At first it seemed like the days and weeks were going by so slowly so now that we're over 30 weeks, I'm wondering where did the time go? I've been told that's how time will fly, too, when the baby finally gets here and quite frankly, I really don't want that to happen. I have really enjoyed this pregnancy and part of me already doesn't want it to end. She has become very active and I just love getting to feel her kick and dance around inside me. I don't think anyone can truly understand or fully describe that feeling. I am so thankful for this pregnancy and that I am lucky enough to get to be living out a childhood dream. I can remember when I was younger, always wanting to be a Mommy and the Lord has blessed me with fulfilling that dream.

We have reached the mark where our appointments are now 2 weeks apart and that really caused a tad bit of anxiety to set in, even though I am excited for that. I could never get tired of going in and hearing her heartbeat or getting to see her on a sonogram!! Speaking of which, we go back this Friday for another sonogram and I am so excited! We haven't had one since we determined the gender, so it seems to have been a very long time. And, since Preston is out of school, we're picking him up this Thursday evening so that he can go and see his little sister on the screen with us again. I don't know who's more excited, me or him!!

At the appt. 2 weeks ago I had to do the test for gestational diabetes, and even though I heard all kinds of horror stories about how bad the "stuff" is that they make you drink; I didn't think it was bad at all. Granted it was very, very sweet, but I was STARVING so I think anything they would've given me at that point would have been fantastic. I hadn't eaten since a fairly early dinner the night before and I don't do well skipping breakfast. I'm not really good for much in the mornings until I have something on my belly. While I'm in the waiting room, my darling husband went to "go get some coffee", which I was okay with because I knew I couldn't have any anyway... (I have cut out caffiene...) but came back with a diet coke and a pretty good sized bag of jalapeno cheddar ChexMix. I could have smacked him! For any of you that know me, know that pre-pregnancy... a cold, caffienated beverage was a staple in my breakfast regime!! Not to mention, the ChexMix smelled delicious!! It was all I could do not to go tattle to the lady at the front desk that there was some inconsiderate man in their waiting room eating and drinking even though there was a very noticable sign in there that said: "Please no eating or drinking in waiting room." I totally should have, but I didn't. I let him sit right there beside me the entire hour crunching and smacking away on that crap!!

Aside from all that, I haven't heard back from them regarding the results of the test so I'm hoping that no news is good news. I guess we shall find out on Friday...

Since we're playing catch up; I guess I should mention that a couple of weeks ago (May 26th) I ended up having to go into the hospital to be checked out. To make a long story short, I had started having back pain late one Friday night. It continued, with some mild abdominal cramping, through Saturday and Sunday but had seemed to have gotten (just a little) better by Monday. With much encouragement from my friends and family, I finally called my Dr. and described the pain to him and he suggested I come into L&D and let them just check to make sure I wasn't having contractions. Luckily, I wasn't having any and after only a few short hours they unhooked me and let us go home. We were both so thankful. Preston was born at 26 weeks and spent a few months in NICU, so Barry was hoping he wasn't about to have a deja vu, because I was only 27 weeks, 1 day!! I was thrilled there was nothing going on, too. I want, very badly, to see her little face but I will make myself wait! And, I sure do hope the bed in the delivery room is more comfortable than the one in the triage room, because that one was seriously like a brick! But, I did thoroughly enjoy getting to hear the princess's heart beating for a couple of hours straight! I could never get tired of that!


I think I'm going to have to add the rest of my thoughts to another posting... Ta Ta for now.