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!!

Whew!

Whoever it was that told us that it would be a good idea to build a custom home; I'd like to slap right now. We got up early(for my day off I consider it early) and started our hunt for tile. We needed to find tiles we liked for the kitchen, utility and bathrooms. FUN!

Up until this point, we have been able to go to the store, pick out what we like, call our builder and tell him. He calls the contractor doing the job and they get what it was we picked out and they go do the work. Easy. Not today! We were told the tile guy would like to start on Monday...possibly. So our mission was not only to pick out what we liked, but to actually purchase it. We had measurements, square feet to figure out, colors to match, blah, blah, blah... I personally like the other way we've been doing things. Much more fun. But, to make a long, and unfinished story short, we found what we liked, bought samples, carried them out to the house and checked them out. Pat us on the back...they worked!

So, tomorrow we have to get up early again (also usually a great day to sleep in) go to Wylie for Preston's basketball game, and immediately after we have to return to Lowe's to make our purchase. I'm hoping this goes well, but this is where those measurements and square footage requirements come in. For anyone that knows me very well, knows that math or anything related to it definitely isn't my area of expertise. I'm counting on my Love for this part...

I'll probably be yawning & holding up the buggy!!

Hope to have some pictures of our beautiful house posted soon.

Right now, in the words of my Papaw... I'm off to hit the hay!

The sweetest thing (so far) I've ever seen!!

Well, our appt. today was AMAZING..to say the least! We did another sonogram, and this time we could actually make out a baby. Not just a gray dot like we saw last time. It was incredible!! She pointed the little jawlines out to us, and we could actually see the arms & legs. The little thing must've known we were watching too, cause it was moving all over the place & bouncing around like crazy! It was absolutely the most precious thing my eyes have seen so far...no kidding! Then, the look and little smile my adorable husband had on his face just iced the cake...Seriously, what more could I ask for? Does it get better than this? I know it does, but right now I am truly wondering how. ??? I have a wonderful man that loves me and has made every dream I've had, so far, come true...I have a precious step-son that loves me, a handsome, sweet puppy, a large loving family, and some of the absolute BEST friends that any girl could ever make in a lifetime...and to top all that off, the Lord has seen fit to bless us with an Angel of our own. I have never been so humbled in my life...

I saw this quote once, and now that I'm expecting I just can't quit thinking about the truth in it and the power in it:

Pregnancy: A rare, precious opportunity for me to assist God in a miracle.

Wow! That's all I can say....Wow!