Attitude

Sad to say, but Mamas occasionally need attitude adjustments, too. Just like our kids, we become grumpy, unwilling to compromise, and desirous of throwing tantrums like you've never seen the likes of.
So, what to do, what to do? I wish I could say that I'm so much more mature than all of this. I'm not. Life and circumstances come and mess with our emotions. What can we do about it? Weeeellll, most of the time we get the dreaded "adjustment". Hmmpphh!
My adjustment came in the form of one of my last prenatal visits yesterday. I have been ready for several weeks to go into labor to meet this precious little man. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, my body has not been obedient and started the process. I keep dreaming that I'll wake up in the middle of the night and my water will have broken or I'll be having contractions that assure me that tonight is the night! Yeah, no such luck.
When I went in yesterday, I was prepared to beg and plead with my doctor to pllleeeaasseee, move the C-section date up another week. In my defense, the baby is full term now and is actually growing at a stupendous rate. He is definitely a Mehan baby.
I made it to the appointment, but my doctor did not. He was out delivering another baby. What nerve! To say I was disappointed is an understatement! Just add it to the attitude issue. So, I got to see the nurse practioner. It turned out to be so good! God certainly knows what I need and when I need it! I did receive the news that the doctor is going to be out of town for the next ten days with probably less graciousness than I should have, but... I was so disappointed that not only will I have to wait until the 17th for him, but I was scared that if I do go into labor before then, he won't be delivering, which is really important to me.

What we're looking forward to!

However, after shedding a few tears, I had a lovely chat with the nurse who pretty much gave me permission to sit down on the couch and watch sappy, weepy movies for the next 12 days. I love that! Not that I'm going to do it, but is sure is nice to have permission.
The icing on the cake was when she asked me what the baby's name is. Now, I have to say, we haven't gotten rave reviews about poor Little Dude's name, which does make me a little sad. When I told her, she whirled around and said, "That is so cool! I absolutely love it!" What proud mama doesn't want to hear something positive about her child, even before he's born?
Talking through all this emotional muck with her really helped me put this all in perspective. I so appreciate the oppurtunity to talk to a woman who has not only gone through this herself, but has encouraged other women through it.
Now, has the pain, nausea, contractions or irritability suddenly vanished? No, not really. But my attitude has improved, I hope. I'm really going to try to treasure these last days of only having three kids and full nights of sleep. I'm going to enjoy feeling him move around and having Ya-Ya as my baby. I'm choosing to be happy and content where God has placed me.

Daddy's Excited!

I just had to share this picture with you. My husband has always been and always will be a baby fanatic! With every pregnancy, I joke that I'll never even get the oppurtunity to hold this little child I've been busy making for the last nine months. Well, except for feeding time. That's mine and mine, alone!
To prove how excited my hubby is, I have to show you what he was so proud of last night. I was laying like a slug on the couch, which is not unusual these days, when he proudly marched in from the garage with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.


While cleaning out the Tahoe, bless his heart, he decided the time had come to place the infant carrier into it's rightful place. He rearranged all the seating to accomodate the throne for the little prince. Fanfare if you please!
Now, I just have to say that the c-section date is still three weeks away. However, to cut him a little slack, tomorrow is the 36 week mark, where if Dude decides to come, he comes. With the last pregnancy ending at 36 weeks, Daddy thinks he's just getting things moving.
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), that's one of the last things to get ready. Everything else is cleaned, folded, painted or stacked up ready to be used. So now we are playing the waiting game. ARGHHHH! Having been born with a sinful nature, I'm not really so good at patience and waiting. Although, now that I think about it, there's always things to do around here to make the time go faster.

Our New Baby!

Okay, okay, I know I said we weren't going to find out, but... How could we not? This little one is so cute! We saw opening and closing eyes, feet, hands, mouth opening and closing and of course it was all adorable.
Are you ready to know?

Are you really ready to know?

Okay, okay, here you go!



There was much jublilation in the land! I think Daddy pumped his fist in the air and yelled out, "All Right!"