Wednesday, May 15, 2013

25 Weeks

We celebrated Mother's Day this week: Shawn and the girls taking me out for sushi
(pregnancy friendly choices for me, of course) and then an after dinner stop for
doughnuts. We spent the whole weekend together, working around the house, spending
time with family and friends, making cards and desserts and little herb gardens to give away
as gifts. I checked a few things off my baby to-do list including purchasing a few
organizational items for the closet the two little kids will share and packing away unused
items to bring up to the attic.  One of the nurses at my OB's office gave me a book to keep
notes and a checklist of baby items to keep in my planner.  She handed it to me with a
wink, "You probably don't need this since you're an old pro".  Little did she know how much
I LOVE making lists, regardless of the number of times I've gone through this.  I am
preparing for this baby as thoroughly as I have the two before him, that's just my nature.
I have always felt that the more prepared I am for the baby, the more I can relax and
enjoy him when he gets here.  And when the proverbial shit hits the fan and the
unexpected happens: like the time we came home from the hospital with a newborn baby
Brees to a leaking hot water heater and a flooded hallway, we can rest a little easier
knowing that the little things are done. And so I set a few goals for myself each week,
little tasks I hope to accomplish to make the coming days of sleep deprivation and
constant breast feeding a little more manageable.
We celebrated my cousin's recent elopement this weekend with a big party at my aunt's
house for the whole family.  Nothing says entertainment like a 25 week pregnant woman in
a party dress dancing to "Brick House".  But dance we did: Shawn and I and my big
belly, laughing and dancing the night away.  And it was during the wedding reception
required slow dance to "November Rain", my husband with his arms around my
expanding waist, gently stroking my hair as I rest my head in that perfect nook in his neck,
it was during that moment that I felt SO loved.  It was one of those nights: twinkly lights in
the trees, love all around, my dress swirling in the cool night air, Belle and Brees weaving
in and out of the dance floor with their crew of cousins.  In that moment, I felt so complete,
so beautiful, so cherished.  Every woman deserves to feel like that every once in a while.
028-1 036 031 

Click To Vote For Us @ Top Baby Blogs Directory!


kelley said...

You look so good pregnant that I think you always should be. Wouldn't that be fun? Ha ha. Seriously, though, you look great. And I love the idea of you dancing to Brick House! That's my jam!

Anonymous said...

What's up to every , since I am actually keen of reading this web site's post to be updated ԁaily.
It consiѕts of fastidious material.

Here is mу homеpаgе; Payday Loans

Olivia said...

You are so sweet!!! I kind of like being pregnant, if that makes sense. I love that sense of purpose my body takes on and how things just naturally happen and grow and evolve. It's pretty amazing!!