Making Room for Baby

Yes, you could call it nesting... or procrastinating from lesson planning.  Whatever it is, I am very happy with the progress we've made in making room for Baby To!

Here is the hall closet, all cleaned out and organized:

And we did some reshuffling of our furniture.  Here is what our house looked like before.  And this is what it is like now:

We moved Wayne's desk out to the front living room area and moved the couches around.

 

We moved my desk and the guest bed into what was Wayne's man-cave.  Now it looks like a teenage girl's room.  I'll need to replace the maps with some fun wall art!

 

And what was my craft room/guest room is now the baby room. 

A very productive day!  I was about to give the dogs a bath too, but we ran out of shampoo.  You lucked out, Lucy!

I really should blog more...

I haven't blogged much lately.  And I really should (or at least journal, or something), especially during these last few months before our lives are forever changed.

I don't have anything profound to say, so.... I will start 2012 with a picture of the progress I'm making with our hall closet.  We've been cleaning, organizing, and rearranging to make room for Baby.  I've been working on the hall closet all morning... except, I've lost my momentum, and I don't feel like finishing and am distracting myself with other activities.  Hence, the blogging.  Gah!  Must refocus. Though... maybe I'll feel better after some lunch...

Cat's Out of the Bag!

Last week, a student (during detention, nonetheless) asked me, "Mrs. To, can I ask you a question?  ... Don't be offended."  uhh... Before I had a chance to say anything, he asked, "Are you pregnant?"  what??  The look on my face said it all, though, and he and the few other students in my room started cheering and exclaiming, "I knew it!"

Since my little secret was out, I announced my pregnancy to the rest of my classes today.  And to my surprise, they all told me that they had been speculating for weeks!  They said that they knew because I was wearing a lot of baggy and loose clothes, and some of them noticed my baby bump.  I guess they do just stare at me for an hour every day... but still, I thought I was being SO slick.  I had even boasted to friends that my students had no idea, and I was probably going to be able to hold out until after Christmas!

I guess my students are a lot more observant than I give them credit for. 

It was very sweet to have my students so happy and excited for me... though I did advise them that "are you pregnant?" is never a good question to ask a woman!

It's a Boy!!!

Wayne and I went in for the ultrasound on Thursday, and it was clear as day--our baby bean is a boy!  After resigning himself as a father of three girls, and all of whom would be crazy and loud like me, Wayne was excited, and even a little surprised, by the news.  A BOY!  And now I'm the nervous one... I have no idea what to do with boys!

I'm sure I'll learn, though... or so I hope.  I will love him despite all the extra messes I already foresee...  the little boy obsession with wrestling and blowing things up (that may not solely be confined to little boys)... and the extra energy and rambunctiousness I've witnessed in so many a Sunday School terror.

That's what Wayne and I have been learning about lately--love.

Last week, we found out some scary news, that our baby has a 1 in 21 chance of having Down Syndrome (most women my age carry the risk of only 1 in 500).  While this means that our baby is more than 95% going to be normal, the results are still alarming, and we were scheduled a level 2 genetics ultrasound right away with the option of having an amniocentesis performed that day.  With the ultrasound, the doctor would be able to inspect its organs and measure the baby's bones for signs of normal development, but it is the amniocentesis, a procedure in which they extract amniotic fluid from my uterus, that provides conclusive results as to whether our child has Down Syndrome or not.  The downside to the amnio, though, is that it does carry with it a slight risk of miscarriage. 

Wayne and I went back and forth concerning the amnio.  While we REALLY want to know if our baby has Downs or not, we wrestled with whether that was enough of a reason to subject our baby to any risk of harm, even if it was just a slight risk.  After a lot of deliberating, talking with others, and prayer, we decided not to proceed with the amnio.  In the end, our worst case scenario wouldn't be waiting five months to find out our baby has Downs, but to lose the baby unnecessarily through the process.

We went into the ultrasound with peace of mind and heart, and seeing our baby on that monitor... it was magical.  We got to see his spinal cord, femur, brain, his little fingers and toes, all four chambers of his heart beating healthily, the tiny valves that provide him with oxygen right now but will close once he meets the world...  And we learned our little baby is a boy, which makes it all that much more real.  The doctor said that our son's bone structure looks good--no signs of Downs--which is a relief.

We are continuing to pray.  And not just for a normal baby, but for our own hearts as well.  Through this process, we realized just how many expectations we already had for our baby... we wanted him to be smart and athletic... and if he played an instrument or two, that wouldn't hurt.  Now, we're just praying for his health and that he loves the Lord... and that we will be parents who will support, nurture, and veer him towards Christ.  We need to keep everything, including our children, in our open palms, as nothing is ours, but the Lord's.  This is a lesson in letting go, before our baby has even arrived.  And it's a lesson in loving and accepting our child, our son, no matter what. 

"The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD" (Job 1:21).

His & Hers

His.  Programming and playing "Civ 5" while watching a "Deadliest Warriors" marathon.

Hers.  Scrapbooking while watching "Grey's Anatomy."  And crying.  Yes, crying... over a dying mother who has to say her goodbyes to her teenage daughter. 

Further evidence that men and women really are from different planets.

A Happy Three Years

Nothing like a backyard campout to celebrate!

Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart!

oh, my goodness.

that's all I can say...

Denim Jumpsuit now on sale at J.Crew for $69.99 (originally $298).  I think you'd have to pay me $298 to wear this in public.

Home Goods happiness

Home Goods is made GREAT when shopping with best friends.

... especially when they are good sports when I say, "Oops... I don't know if it will all fit in my trunk."

  ... and even more so when one of those best friends is also an expert styler and takes the initiative to rummage through your home for items to "complete the look."

This has nothing to do with Home Goods, but everything to do with Jessie's long-standing love affair...

Thanks for visiting, ladies!  Y'all come back now, ya hear?

an addiction.

 I think I have a problem.  I’m addicted to fun experiences… No, seriously, I read it in a book.

The Seven’s [the personality type which I’ve diagnosed myself] characteristic vise is gluttony, literally the desire to stuff oneself with food... Gluttony is the emotional response of wanting to stuff the self with external gratifications in response to the experience of feeling frustrated, empty, and needy.  Rather than experience emptiness and neediness directly, Sevens attempt to escape from anxiety by distracting themselves both with pleasures of the flesh and with mental stimulation (Riso and Hudson, Wisdom of the Enneagram, 272).

See?  Addicted to fun. 

This explains why just two weeks after a month-long tour of Europe, and a week after a wedding and mini-reunion with college friends in Dallas, I’m already planning my next diversion—a cruise to the Mexican Riviera… or Bahamas or Caribbean… or South Pole.  Anywhere, really, that will satisfy my craving for Fun.

There’s more to my obsession.  What with turning 30… and Wayne turning 30… there has been much Baby Talk in the To household.  And while I accept and welcome this next stage in life, I’m also watching my life (as I know it) flash before my eyes.  I must have all the fun I can before I become pregnant and give birth to a million babies… and I’ll never have fun again.  I realize this is untrue on so many, if not all, levels, but this is the desperation that courses through my heart. 

So… What’s on my List of Fun this summer?  Besides a cruise (which realistically won’t happen this summer… darn), I’d like to work on my scrapbook, which I’ve neglected for the last, oh, four years.  Scrapbooking is a far cry from sailing on a cruise, but it’ll have to do.  Oh, and I would very much like to learn how to French braid my own hair.

Yes, I live on the wild side.  Watch out, Elk Grove!  Ceci is on summer break!

P.S. Riso and Hudson's The Wisdom of the Enneagram: The Complete Guide to Psychological and Spiritual Growth for the Nine Personality Types isn't as new-agey and froo-froo as it sounds.  It's actually a very insightful look at what fears and desires compel your thoughts and actions.  I found that understanding my motivations helps me to keep a clearer perspective; i.e. I do NOT need to sail on a cruise, then backpack in Peru, and swim with tiger sharks before kids, because my life is NOT over, right? ............. right?  (Those with kids, please just humor me, and say, "right".)

Florence, aka City of Gluttony

I don't know if I experienced the Florence that everyone raves about.  Yes, there is the Duomo, the sculptures, and the paintings... but I always imagined Florence to be even prettier, more romantic, and artsy.  I suppose part of that fault lies with me, since after a brief peek into the Accademia to see the statue of David, the girls and I hit the San Lorenzo Market where they sell mostly leather goods.  Oh, the leather goods!  I never knew I even LIKED leather goods.  But when it's all around, and everyone is hungrily snatching up the handbags, wallets, and accessories, and you have two friends telling you how great it looks on you, and it truly is a rocking good deal.... you just have to buy it.  I emerged today with a handbag, a clutch, a leather owl key chain (so cute!!), and a leather jacket!  I wasn't even in the market for a leather jacket!  But Christine tried one on... so I tried it on... and the rest is history.

My pack is at least seven pounds heavier... and it's only our third city!

We've been eating gelato several times a day and two dinners a night!  GLUTTONY!!!


Tomorrow, we head out for Rome!