Thirty
Weeks
#NotMuchLonger #SoMuchToDo #SecondBabyProbs #We'reInTheSingleDigitsNowFolks
What
I’m Eating
My tastes really haven’t changed much. Navel oranges
are still a mainstay in my diet, as is Chick-fil-A Diet Lemonade and their Original
Iced Coffee. For a short bit, I wanted fish sticks and macaroni and cheese for
supper every night and would be content to eat gummi bears and Sour Patch Kids
for breakfast every morning. I am still crazy about purple Sweet Tarts and can’t
sleep if there isn’t a bottle of Diet Tonic Water and a sliced lime in the
fridge.
Pregnancy, it’s a crazy, wonderful thing.
Big
Brother Baker
A few weeks ago, we decided to transition Baker’s crib
to a toddler bed. He hadn’t attempted to escape. He was sleeping through the
night. He slept in his bed, and we slept in ours. Life was good.
#WhatWereWeThinking #IfItAin’tBroke #Don’tFixIt
Now, he’s up between three and one hundred eleven
times a night, tip-toeing across the house until he reaches our bed. “Mama,
Dadda,” he whispers, as if we hadn’t heard the pitter patter of little feet dance
against our hardwood floors.
Unfortunately, it’s become our little nightly game,
until about four nights ago, when I hollered, “TIME OUT!” We put the crib back
together, desperate for at least a few more weeks of sleep before the baby comes.
Crib together - check
Bath taken – check
Book read – check
Prayers whispered – check
Baby nestled all snug in his bed – check
Brian and I high fived each other on the way out the
door, almost running to our bed, so ready for sleep we may or may not have
neglected to brush the sugar monsters off our teeth or packed lunches for the
next day.
#MyOCDFreakedItsFreak
Not so soon as the sheep were all counted, we heard
it, “Mama, Dadda.”
“Let him sleep. He needs to self soothe,” Brian said
through sleepy snores.
And then we heard the dreaded, familiar sound, the rhythmic dancing of his
toddler feet on the cold floors. And he was there. At our bed.
We. Are. Doomed.
I guess it’s true what they say, “We’ll sleep when we
die.”
#Yawn
Sleep
See above. I cannot summon the strength to speak of
our sleep woes anymore.
Maternity
Clothes
Yes. Yes. Yes.
#AsosForTheWinIf you don’t know about Asos, listen up! They have super cute stuff – maternity and non-maternity. And they have free shipping both ways.
#Winning
Size
of Baby
The size of a cabbage. Although, judging by the size
of my belly, it’s a blue-ribbon award winning cabbage that you present at the
state fair, not throw in a steamer to serve alongside roast and potatoes.
#WhoaBelly
Baby’s
Name
James Barrett
Gender
Boy!
What
I Miss
Not feeling like I could open a ranch with all of
these Charley Horses. #HoldYourHorsesBarrettBell
Best
Moment of the Week
It’s all good! It is all so very good!
“For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.”
Psalms 100:5
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