IT'S A GIRL!!

So, I have asked myself before, can my life get any better than it already is... Well I think as of last Friday, the 27th of March, it did!

We had our Dr. appt. where we knew they were going to do the sonogram and attempt to discover and tell us what the gender of our baby was. We were so anxious and excited for this day. We went and got Preston out of school early too, so that he could go with us. He'd not been able to go with us to any appts. yet and was very excited to get to go and hear the heartbeat. I'd babysat my niece the night before my last appt. and she ended up having to go to my appt. with me the next morning and she got to hear the heartbeat. Preston was a little upset that she got to go and hear it before he did, so needless to say, he didn't mind missing the 2nd half of his day of school!

So when we got there, I checked in and they called us back right away. I was anxious, as were my boys...especially Preston, not knowing exactly what to expect. We went back to the sono room and got ready. By the time she turned the lights off my heart was pounding. I can't explain the feeling. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't worried about any bad news. I really just can't explain it. I knew that what we were about to hear, as a family, would change us forever. I was so excited to see the baby on the screen again and just kept looking at Preston's face to see what his expressions were as she pointed out to him what everything was. She pointed out things that she'd already pointed out to Barry and I, just for Preston...so that he would have an idea of what he was looking at. It was the longest time I'd ever spent in that room, because the baby was so active and moving around that it was hard to get a good look sometimes. The baby must've known that her Big Brother was there to see for the first time! As she's explaining what everything is, she looks at her chart and says, "I see y'all would like to know the gender of the baby?" and Barry and I both said yes. So as she is moving around trying to get "the picture" she explains to us that she does not give anyone the sex of the baby if she is not (her words) "100%, take it to the bank, go ahead and start shopping certain". So just a few seconds after that, she snaps one shot and holds it to the side of the screen, moved around a little more and snaps a second picture, takes the thing off my belly, turns so that Barry, Preston and I can all see her face and she says "Well, y'all are definitely going to welcome a little GIRL to the family." I don't remember much that was said after that... I immediately started crying. I haven't cried at any of my appts so far, but this was uncontrollable. I was elated and I cannot explain the extent...

Many of my family members have said that if we did end up having a girl it would totally ruin Barry's reputation. Because of that, and so that I do not spark the beginning of a disintegration of his manly, tough guy reputation I can neither confirm nor deny that I was the only one crying in the room upon the announcement that Baby Eaves is a Baby GIRL!! We both, of course, just wanted to hear that our baby was healthy. The next best thing to hearing that was hearing that our "it" is actually a little girl!!

After leaving the hospital, we all three (or four) went and celebrated the news with an ice cream date! It was truly a blessed day! Having not only my husband, but 'THE BIG BROTHER' there too, will always be a memory I will cherish and I hope they do too. I know I will never forget it.

And I'm not sure exactly when I'll come down off this cloud...



(I attached a picture of my very first purchase...the cutest thing I have ever spent $6 on!!)

So confused

Today is a pretty nasty day outside, and I honestly have to say my mood is comparable.

I am baffled today as to why some people refuse to see that the world does not fully revolve around them. Literally, totally, completely and utterly confused... How some people just can't function unless there is trouble or drama. The ones that can't let go of rediculously old grudges and let them ruin relationships. Actually dissolve realtionships! No regard for the ones around them, no regard for the people that their actions or inactions affect... I wasn't raised to be that way and I just can't fathom why some of the very people that taught me that think they don't have to abide by those same values.

I am truly at a loss for words and that's uncommon for me...

Tired

I've been slacking a little on this, I know. We're getting so close to moving, and I'm not even through packing. But, we've been so busy and I have been so TIRED!!

tired 
–adjective
1. exhausted, as by exertion; fatigued or sleepy: a tired runner.
2. weary or bored (usually fol. by of): tired of the same food every day.
3. hackneyed; stale, as a joke, phrase, or sermon.
4. Informal. impatient or disgusted: You make me tired.

I'm so flipping tired... the #1 version of tired!! As I'm sitting here typing this I am barely able to hold my eyes open or my hands up to the keyboard. When is it that some of this fatigue is supposed to subside?? I'm thinking it's never going to come. At this point, I honestly feel like I could sleep for a month straight and I'm still not sure that I would feel rested!

Granted, it probably doesn't help that almost every single day for about the past 2 weeks we have gone out to the house to clean, pick up trash, sweep etc. All the fun stuff you have to have done before you can move into a new home. Should I say, all the stuff WE have to do before we can move. Right now, I'm thinking the money we were saving by doing our own clean up is sooo not worth it!! Joking, of course. It really is, but I'm feeling it...literally feeling it. I mean, we go and clean and go back the next day and it's like a bomb has gone off inside that house again!?!? It's like what we're doing is pointless; and my dear husband just keeps saying, "Well, we have to stay on top of it." What?!? How are we staying on top of anything? We're wearing ourselves out and going back the next day and doing the EXACT same things again? I call that redundant, repititious... I'll post the definitions to those if I need to. I don't think that's 'staying on top of it'. Maybe I'm just delirious. Who knows?! I just got word that carpet will be installed on Tuesday, and that's one of the last 'big' things to be done, so we're almost there!! I can't wait. I am so ready to be in that house!! And I want my bed moved first... so I can go hop on it and snooze away!!

On a brighter note, we go back to the Dr. on the 6th and I'm wondering if they'll try to see what sex it is?? I'm not getting my hopes up though, because I'll just barely be 16 weeks. But, it would sure be exciting if they did! I am so ready to shop!! I'm ready to register so that everyone else will know what to shop for! I guess we'll see on the 6th...

I'm off for now. I think I'm going to go hit up the empty office next door where the Judge keeps a recliner... and study the back of my eyelids for a few minutes!!

How did I get so lucky?

I have always known that I am a lucky girl to be married to my wonderful husband. From the very beginning I knew I really liked & was attracted to him, and not too long after that I knew I'd fallen in love with him. It was a while, though, before I figured out that the feeling was mutual. Either way, it seems like no matter what comes our way, good or bad, he continues to prove to me that I'm not a fool for letting myself fall completely, helplessly, hopelessly further in love with him.

I've had some great men in my life; to name a few: my Papaw, my Daddy and a slew of wonderful uncles. I have absolutely no complaints about any of their influences in my life. How could I? Up until Barry, these men have been there for me, and given me any and all the things I've ever needed from any of them. No one has ever loved me more or taken better care of me than these men, EXCEPT Barry. He is everything to me... My constant. He is the kind of man my Mom and Dad always promised me I could find. The kind of man my Papaw is to my Memaw and my Dad is to my Mom. He is an answer to a prayer, literally!

I have always called him my Angel, and I truly believe he is. I don't know what I did to deserve him and sometimes I wonder how I manage to keep him. But, I know he is my best friend, and I honestly don't know what I would do without him.

Sugar, if you ever read this, I love you....and you can probably hear me say this: How did I get so lucky??

Finally

Ok, so I finally got some pictures taken of the house this weekend. There is still work to be done, but our builder has said those priceless words that I've been dying to hear..."Start packing". Not that I'm the slightest bit excited about packing, but I am thrilled to be getting out of that apartment and into our beautiful home. I've planned to use the "I'm pregnant" card to get me out of some of the moving, but unfortunately I dont think it'll work for the packing part...Darn!!

Oh well, April will be 5 years, yes I said 5, that we will have been in this apartment and I can't wait to get out! I figure if Barry and I haven't killed each other being confined to an 1,100 sq.ft. apartment, surely we can manage in the new house!!



Enjoy the pics...

Just one thing I want...

I've already been thinking of a million and one things that I want for my child, just like every other parent, or soon-to-be parent does. All kinds of things have already run through my mind...health, religion, characteristics, faith, hopes, dreams, abilities, friends, happiness, the sentimental things and I can't deny, even some material things. Many of these things I have already prayed for my child to be blessed with. But there's one thing I especially want for my child: I want him/her to know their Memaw and Papaw...MY Memaw and Papaw, Billie & Lequeta Ingram. Of course I want my child to also know their Nana & Poppi, Grandmother & Granddaddy, all it's aunts, uncles and cousins. I don't mean to imply that anyone in my family is more important to me or will be to my child than any of the others, but I hope that they know these two amazing people, especially so.

I want my child to know the sweet, but stern man that let me and my sisters drive his brand new truck around the back roads of Westminster lonnng before we were legal. I want my child to know the wonderful woman that I'm named after & what it feels like to be held in her arms. I want my child to know what a Sunday is like at Memaw & Papaws house after a belly full of Memaws chicken spaghetti. I want my child to know even just one Christmas at their house...crowded, hot, chaotic. I want my child to know the man of very few words, that wasn't afraid to confront any of his kids or grand kids when he thought they needed his intervention or help. I want them to know the woman that works to this day, to still be able to provide her family a good home-cooked meal every Sunday after church. I want my child to know what it's like to sit on their Papaw's lap out on his back porch on a sunny day & to maybe fall asleep with him in his recliner with golf playing on the TV. I want my child to know what it's like to be able to play with ANY of Memaw's nick-knacks and never get in trouble or stay with Memaw in the evenings and get any and everything you want to eat & then get to plop down on "her" couch for a good movie. I want my child to take a trip with Papaw to his favorite place...the golf course and then go meet Memaw at their favorite restaurant, Red Lobster. I want my child to get the birthday card every year from Memaw that she still makes Papaw sign himself. I want my child to know what their voices sound like, their hugs feel like and what it feels like to just be in their presence. I want my child to know these two wonderful people that are known for their inability to say the word 'No' to any of their grandchildren.

I want my child to know the amazing, true love these two have for each other and every member of our family, and I want my child to know what it's like to feel that love.

I want my child to see the friends that these two are to each other and the friends they have become to their kids and grand kids. I want my child to know Memaw & Papaw as their friend.

There's no member of my family that I don't want my child to know, spend time with or feel loved by...

I know my baby will never know them like I have gotten to know them, but if my baby is blessed with time with their Memaw and Papaw, and get to know even some of the things I know, my heart will be happy.

So, I guess it's true...

So, I think they're finally here... I've been doing a lot of reading and I've had lots of people telling me about their experiences with them. But, I think I finally experienced them myself yesterday and this morning. Pregnancy hormones that is. Interesting ride if I might say so myself.

Yesterday, at work, I actually could've wrapped my little hands around one of the guys necks and just squeezed...hard! I don't even remember one particular thing setting me off, and I remember thinking that this isn't me; this isn't my usual self. But I couldn't control it. I joked about stabbing one of the idiot guys with my letter opener!! I know, I have been known to be very opinionated and usually never have a problem voicing my opinion to anyone. And, I know most of the people that work with me have at some point or another thought about what a witch I can be... Obviously, I would never actually inflict any physical pain on anyone, but yesterday it really sounded like a fantastic idea. So what did I do? I took myself to the bathroom, knelt down (yes in the bathroom) and said a prayer. I was a little taken aback by my new "attitude" and I thought that asking for patience was the only thing that could ensure that my letter opener stayed in my drawer!!

Help didn't come quickly enough... I ended up leaving to have lunch, which isn't something that I usually do. I had to get out. Unfortunately, I had to come back... I had to come back yesterday and I had to get up again this morning and do it again. Guess what? The hormones were still with me. Pretty bad, when my husband is laughing at me over not being able to find this certain pair of socks I needed this morning and warning my dog not to get in my way!! And, luckily for him I thought he was funny too... I mean, I would never hurt my dog!! HA!

I don't know how often these lovely hormones will attack, but I guess what I've read and been told is true. For right now, I feel okay. I asked for patience and a lot of other things this morning...

But, my letter opener is just an arms reach away!!