Ever Closer To The End

I’m into my third trimester already at 28 weeks along and feeling very pregnant, of course, and it seems like anytime I walk anywhere I am being led by my belly. I can help that, it’s just right out there in front, guiding me along as I go. This has been the most active of any of my babies with tons of kicks, bumps, flips, squirming and wiggling, but it’s so reassuring to feel so much movement I have no complaints. I’m still feeling the majority of the kicks at the middle and towards the bottom of my belly, but then again there is plenty of time for this baby to turn so I’m not even going to begin to worry about it until about 34 weeks along. Sleep is something of the past and I have given up on a regular schedule and I’m basically sleeping whenever I can, whether it’s during the little ones naptime or after Craig gets home, I sneak in whatever hours are possible so I’m not too delerious. So I am up at crazy hours sometimes and asleep at weird times too, but it can’t be helped. I need the rest, so it’s “sleep whenever” for right now.

   So here we are, on the count down, with a little more than 11 weeks left, and I wish I had a little more time to prepare, I’m just not ready yet. But I don’t ever go over my due date, so I already know I’m not going to get any extra time. That’s good and bad, but I am really excited for this little one to arrive. I finished knitting the blanket and plan on making some matching booties next. I might even brave an attempt at a matching sweater, but I don’t know if I can muster the courage to take that challenge on just yet. I have already delved into my fabric stash and made quite a few blankets and layette items, and hope to be able to finish some more. I even managed to pick out the perfect coming home outfit, but I still need to find the socks and make a blanket to go with it. At least the weather has been nicer most days and has given my children more chances to play outside, so maybe I should quit typing, get myself over to my sewing machine and get some stuff done!

*p.s. As you can see in the pics, this is the biggest I have ever been, but being baby #7 who’s surprised. I’m just big in the belly though and haven’t gained any weight anywhere else, and have in fact gone down almost two pant sizes (it’s a miracle and I’ll take it!), so no complaints. This baby is just doing a fantastic job of growing!

Haven's First Visit With The Tooth Fairy

Haven lost her first tooth yesterday. She came over to tell me she thought she had a loose tooth, and I thought she was just imagining it. Nope, it was not only loose, but ready to come out, so I had her go and look in the mirror to see. Seconds later she came racing back into the living room, tooth in hand, she had pulled it out all by herself. She put it right under her pillow that night and the “Tooth Fairy” came and left her lots and lots of change. She was so excited, and has of course talked about it non-stop ever since it came out. She has decided however that she doesn’t want to lose a tooth every day. I have assured her it doesn’t work that way, and Haven is quite relieved. Another one of my babies, growing up. *sigh* Where does the time go?

Tough As Nails He Is! (Arrrr!)

Craig was home from work this morning and wanted to give me a break to sleep in a little, so he got the kids up and ready for school this morning. He realized the driveway had completely frozen over in the night and was now a solid sheet of ice, so he had to help each of the kids out to the car one at a time and buckle them in, then go back for the next child. It happened as he was carrying Mathes out to the car. He had just rounded the back of the Suburban and suddenly his feet went right out from under him, and with little Mathes in his arms, down they both went.. He desperately tried to shield Mathes from the worst of it, but his little face ended up smashing into the back hitch as they fell. The Dr. said the good news is that while it was bad, Mathes' injury happened to be in the one spot where there was no chance of a concussion or bone breakage. The bad news is that his cheek is badly bruised, swollen to the size of a golfball on one side, and there is a cut inside his mouth. Oh it looks so sore and awful on his sweet little baby face. We have been giving him anything he wants today (playing Nintendo and eating all the popsicles he wants) since we feel so horrible about all of it, but he has been fine and eating and talking like nothing happened. Craig and I both agree it's one of the worst feeling in the world when something like this happens, and you blame yourself over and over again no matter what the circumstances when one of your children gets hurt. Although as bad as it is I am so thankful he didn’t hit his head, it really could have been so much worse.