Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Another weekly routine check today;
No progression has been made.
Not surprised - I am the typical case.
All the walking I've done this week, I'm in a race.
The ultrasound performed today
Showed she's measuring at seven pounds, they say.
Membranes were stripped - no comment to add
Haven't had the first contraction since, too bad.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I HATE POTTY TRAINING.......I am trying not to pound too hard on my keyboard as I type. AHHHHHHH!
Monday, June 25, 2007
A welcomed the challenge of vacuuming the couch and floor after the powder spill.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Remember when we used to "rock the pool" when younger? We would walk as fast as we could from side to side of the pool or walk really fast around the inside edge of the pool to get a wave of some sort. A and L have learned the technique.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Anyway, enough of that....no one really cares about my cervix......ha!
Enjoy these cute photos:
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
We're back home but it took a lot to get here.
- arrived at the Memphis airport at 11:30 a.m. to check in for our 1:30 flight.
- checked our bags, got our boarding pass
- went through the security check, took off our shoes, had our belongings scanned, and exited the area.
- checked the departure schedule and saw that our flight had been cancelled.
- turned around to reschedule only to be booked on another airline with a flight leaving two hours later than we had scheduled.
- retreived our bags from first airline and rechecked them with second airline.
- got our boarding passes
- proceeded to security check AGAIN
- was told that I was randomly selected for a "pat-down" with a female assist (the male TSA officer yells this when he needs a female for the pat-down. Did I mention I was almost 37 weeks pregnant? By the way, no one from the airline asked to see my doctor's excuse that I carried with me in my pocket just in case. Guess I could fly anytime I wanted to, huh?).
- looked to my right to see that Mitch had also been randomly selected for a "pat-down"...what are the odds?
- when all my belongings were scanned, shoes dusted for illegal residue, and the lady finished feeling my very pregnant stomach, I gathered myself and proceeded to the boarding gate with Mitch.
- we sit for an hour when told that our flight had been cancelled.
- we turn around, retrieve two of our three bags from the second airline, and reschedule on our original airline for a flight leaving six hours later than our original plan.
- we get a bite to eat, give up on finding the third bag (the airline can't locate it, either), recheck our bags, and get new boarding passes - all for the third time.
- go back through the security check
- find our boarding gate and wait for several more hours.
- loaded the plane on time and arrived in Atlanta where we finally found our third bag, which had arrived on another airline carrier....weird.
We were at the Memphis airport for eight hours yesterday. We could have rented a car and been home by the time we finally got on a plane. However, it was time that I got to spend walking and talking with Mitch, even if most of our conversation was full of "stupid airline" venting. I am thankful we didn't have the children with us! We pulled into our driveway at 1:30 in the morning and our biggest disappointment was that, after four days, we weren't able to see and hold our children before they went to bed.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The airline stated on their website that I was to have a doctor's excuse with me when checking and boarding, but no one asked me about my pregnancy when I approached the gate. I don't think they would have until I whipped it out to make sure they knew I was cleared. One of the boarding attendants squinted her nose and took in a large gasp of air and said, "Oh, I don't know about this....you're in your ninth month and we certainly get nervous when women fly this late in their pregnancy." It scared me a little to think that I might not be able to board but she said, "I'll let it slide this time" (Oh, thanks......).
We've already had a wonderful worship service and seen many friends. I'm excited to see more tomorrow as well as attend another women's function and craft. It's totally overwhelming to be in the assembly hall singing with over 1000 other voices in praise. Tears come to my eyes as we lift our eyes to God. I love being here...but I sure do miss my children. I called home tonight to check in with my mother and sister who are keeping A and L. They were in the middle of bathtime and once A heard my voice on the phone, he lost it. He cried, "I want you to come home now, Mommy!". I'm counting the days.
More posting tomorrow, I hope.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Thanks to Justin's blog for this link.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
"What, Atlanta says I can't water my plants during the day? What about watering my pool?"
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
It has almost been a year.....a year that has brought no improvement in the area of putting Andrew to bed at night. HE STILL SCREAMS AND CRIES AT THE DOOR WHEN WE TELL HIM GOODNIGHT! It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO frustrating! He tells us things through the door that we know are just tactics he's using to get us to open up and let him out:
I need to go pee pee!All the while, Luke is in his crib (in the same room) going to sleep. He has grown use to Andrew's nighttime routine. I wish I knew WHAT ELSE TO DO. Do you ever get tired of praying? It's been ALMOST A YEAR! When will it change? When will I be able to leave the room without him chasing me to the door, only to have me have to "push" him back in to keep him from coming out? AHHHHHHH! He's three years old. Maybe I'm expecting too much. Maybe I'm comparing him to ALL the other three year olds I know whose parents have told me they have no trouble at night. Maybe I rocked him too much when he was little. We do all the loving and reassuring we can before turning out the light. We have THE SAME routine everynight, too.....sit on the floor and pick out two books which we then read, sing a few songs, pray and then turn lights out. I have been rubbing his head for only a few seconds but he never relaxes because he's squatting in his bed, waiting to leap out after me towards the door. Once I've closed the door, either Mitch or I stand in front of it holding the doorknob still so he can't get out. He thinks we've locked it but then he is quick to kneel down and peek under the door to see our toes. He KNOWS we're there, but it brings no comfort to him. He usually ends up sticking his fingers out from under the door in effort to get our attention. We just stand there and make ABSOLUTELY no noise until he finally gives up and retreats to his bed. I have no trouble standing firm but it still breaks my heart.
My toe hurts!
My eye hurts - I need ice!
Why you close the door?
I want you to hold me!
My milk is all gone.