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Next…The Birthday

We managed to survive a birthday yesterday…Susanna’s 4th. Her usual disposition is one of “sunniness” as previously described by her Nana, so the fact that she was completely in Happyland yesterday is not too surprising.

At breakfast, I sacrificed one of my remaining donuts and planted a candle in it. After I lit the candle, as one might conclude, we sang “Happy Birthday” to her and she blew it out. I asked her if she wanted to eat the donut all by herself or if she would like to share with her sister, who was hungrily eyeing the donut. Without even thinking, she immediately said, “I want to share with Lydia.” So I split it and they shared the donut. It was very kind of her to do that, and I’m quite sure she knew she didn’t have to.

After we played for a while, we had a playdate at…..The Golden Arches with some friends. McDonald’s is just a few blocks away from our house, so I got the OK from the boss to drive there and meet our dates. The girls did really well. They played nicely, they ate their food without complaining (actually, that is normal), and when it was time to leave, they did not cry or throw a fit or complain (THIS is the unusual part), so on the way home, I went through the drive-thru and got them a sundae to share at home (What a nice mommy–hey, I can be nice sometimes!).

After naptime, we played around some more and then it was time to go to dinner with our small group at church. We gave Susanna the job of choosing where to get dinner from (then we take it to church and eat with our fellowship-type group). With a little help, she chose wisely and all were satisfied. After our small group meeting, we came home and went to bed. Throughout the day, Susanna continued to say how “wonderful this birthday is” and “this is the best birthday ever!” She is such a great kid. She has her bad moments, like everyone else, but God has given us wonderful blessings through her (and her sister, and soon, her brother, too) and we are very thankful for such a child/children.

One more thing about Susanna…. Today, I took her for her 4 year old check up. She did really well. I just have to brag: She took the 3 shots they gave her and did not even whimper or shed one tiny tear. AT ALL!! She was very brave. Then the nurse decided to give her 3 suckers for her 3 shots, because she did so well. I think I was more upset about it that she was!

All this comes from the same girl who:
1. Puts her shoes on the wrong feet 99% of the time, and
2. Says things like, “If my mouth fell into my lap, it would be hard to talk!”, and
3. Has never eaten anything (except those items containing a super-duper percentage of sugar) in less than 30 minutes, and
4. Ends each bedtime ritual with “You’re the bestest momma in the whole world!”

I know. Sap, sap…..

First Things First

I have to do some catching up on the last few days…

Wednesday, I had my weekly appointment with the doctor. He has declared to me that my situation has not changed (Read anything you want to into that). He has also decided that since the baby is in the 97th percentile for size, he has scheduled an induction for May 17th. So one way or another, I will have this baby within 2 1/2 weeks.

I have had lots of contractions, but obviously none which have done much to help my case. At 36.5 weeks now, I’m not eager to kick the baby out just yet (only for my comfort, of course). I think he still needs a little time to “cook”. Things seem to be progressing forward (at least time is if nothing else), so that is a positive.

On to the second thing…..(you’re probably reading these backwards. Ah, well.)

I’m Back

Just a quick post to let you know something happened to our server (which you may know already) and none of us have been able to blog for the last few days. Anyway, to answer some questions:
No, I am not in labor of any kind.
No, I have not had the baby.
No, I do not think I will ever have this baby.
Now that’s not true, backup plans have been made….I’ll post more in just a little bit.
Thanks for checking on me!

Who wants to read this?

I almost hate posting things now, because:
A) It’s so boring…absolutely nothing is happening, and
B) No one is going to want to read something that is nothing, and
C) though it is a GOOD thing that nothing is happening, it’s still boring.

Anyway, I made it past both previous pregnancy delivery dates, as far as length of pregnancies go, so now I guess it’s just a waiting game. A boring waiting game. If born now, I think he would still be considered (at least) slightly premature (at almost 36 weeks). I’m really not “into” having to deal with the NICU again (though they are nice people).

So here I am, just sitting on my nest and waiting for the party to begin. In the meantime, if I can think of something witty or even of marginal status to post, I will post it, but I don’t think you should be holding your breath for that!

In other news, this week is shaping up to be a busy week. (And by “busy”, I mean, “not as boring as all the previous weeks”) Tomorrow is my Mom’s birthday, and Susanna’s is on Thursday. And, of course, sometime in there, the Baby Brother could make his appearance, but it could also be next week or the week after that. Oh, that my life schedule did not revolve around someone so small that I have not yet met!

I know, soon enough….. And someday you will click here and there will be something fun and exciting to read! Let’s hope so!

Update

Well, the news is that there is no real update. Not that I’m complaining, but this pregnancy thing is getting to be a really boring ordeal! I went to see the doctor this morning and he said, “Wow. I’m glad to see that your body is finally cooperating!” Details follow this sentence (skip a few if you want to miss them).

A. I’m dilated to 2, but this is apparently common for third babies.
B. I’m currently at 35 weeks exactly.
C. If I make it to Saturday, I will have been pregnant with this baby the longest of the three.

So far, I have avoided the whole bedrest rigamarole (yeah!). The doc even said this morning that if I were to go into labor at this point, he would only take minor steps to stop it. If I make it to next Wednesday (36 weeks), he would do nothing to stop it. So now I’m on to thinking of the actual birth experience. In one way, I know what to expect, so I’m looking forward to meeting this little person who has been pulverizing my innards for the last few months. On the other hand, I know what to expect, and I’m having mental images of pain and suffering. It is then that I am reminded of Philippians 4:6-7, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” So I think that will be my theme verse for the next few weeks and hopefully will prompt me to action.

Thanks to all of you who are praying for me and the “cooperation of my body”! (and thanks also to those who have graciously been my “suppliers” or who have offered to be–you know who you are!) So while I’m still trying to avoid another preemie/NICU experience, it looks like it won’t be long now, while at the same time, it feels like this is taking forever!

Counting Down

I realize that it might not make much difference to anyone else except me, but I am pleased to know that as of today, I only have 40 days left. 40 days of waddling around and all the fun that goes with it. Of course, if you factor in that the doctor wants to induce me 2 weeks earlier because of Little Haus’ size (not his name), that really means only 26 days. At the most!! And as those 4 60s punk kids from the UK sang, “It’s getting better all the time!”

Today

I want you to know that we have made it past a certain marker. Today I am at 34 weeks exactly. This is when Lydia was born, so the fact that I am still pregnant is quite an accomplishment. It’s probably due to the fact that I have absolutely no social life whatsoever. Ah, the things we do for our children! Oh, the sacrifice!

I went to the doctor (as I do every Wednesday) and he checked me and gave me some good news. I have not changed in a week (except that I gained 2 pounds, but don’t tell anyone), so I don’t even have to mess with bedrest yet. Yay!! To celebrate, we mailed off our taxes (WHEW!). On the way home, I successfully coerced Mark into stopping for a donut (the 2 pounds, I know) from my favorite donut place…The Best Little Bakery in Texas. So I ordered 2 cinnamon-sugar donuts (my favorite, not even chocolate!) and the kind lady behind the counter gave me 6 of the heavenly confections. She said, “They’re for the baby.” I even limited myself to eat only 2 so far. Those tasty morsels are really good! I am seriously considering naming our baby Beslittle Bakery Dishman. Well, at least he would HAVE a name! I’m sure it’s not anywhere near the top of Mark’s list, and if there is no consensus, there is no name. I guess we’ll keep looking.

So that’s the news. The news is that there is no news. Which is good news. Good news to know.

Author’s note: I have now changed the date to the REAL date I posted this. I will try to keep better track of this in the future!

News, Wonderful News!!!

I was watching the noon newscast a few days ago and they reported on the most delightful news I have heard in some time. I thought I was dreaming or experiencing a terbutaline high of some magnitude, because it just seemed too good to be true. I searched all over the internet for some validation to the story, but with no luck.

Today, I have successfully succeeded at finding the Most Wonderful News Story to Grace the Internet in a while (well, at least a few weeks). Here it is….

Angie’s Good News!!

And God bless the Finnish!!

Now to get Mark to read it……hmmmmm…..

Zooma Zooma!!

My parentals are visiting from Oklahoma for a few days this week. It’s always nice when they come to town, for many, many reasons, only one of which is that there are 2 extra warm bodies to keep an eye on the girls, especially while I’m in my “oh-so-delicate” condition. At 33 weeks now with less than 5 weeks to go (the baby is measuring big, so I won’t go past 38 weeks, the doctor says), I’m continuously reminded by Mark (and others, you know who you are) to take it easy. His latest phrase is something like “You can go to Target, you just have to ride in the cart”. I think he is just trying to discourage any conceivable walking distance, but so far, it has kept me at home most of the last few weeks. Well, today, while the parentals are here, my world got a little bit bigger….

They graciously offered to take me out into public, so while Mark worked, the rest of us went out. Our first stop was Home Depot, by my dad’s request. They only had manual wheelchairs. It was not much of a challenge, because my dad was steering and evidentally, he’s quite good at it.

Then we went to Target.

When we asked about wheelchairs, the girl at the service desk at Target said, “Our wheelchairs were stolen a few years ago, so we only have these electric carts” (sort of like a “Hover-round”, you know the commercials with those older ladies cheering about their newfound freedoms on the edge of the Grand Canyon). She gave me the key, my dad unplugged one of the carts and I sat down on it. I turned on the cart and skimmed the instructions. This is no problem, I reassured myself (as I would do many times over the next hour). You will be happy to know not only did I manage to not run over anyone, but I also was able to coordinate most of my faculties with a few necessary purchases. A success by all accounts, I’d say. Plus, I learned a new skill that no one can take from me. Without injury.

12!

I forgot to blog about this yesterday, but yesterday marked (no pun intended) 12 (that’s twelve) years that I have known Mark. I blogged about it last year (being 11 years, of course), so I won’t rehash the details here. It just seems like a long time to know someone-especially to have a “boyfriend”! Of course, now he is my husband, but still….

Continuing on the forgetful tangent, I also forgot to tell myself “Happy Blogaversary” back in January. Ah, well. Maybe I’ll catch it next year.