Regular Life

It seems as though I'm back on "cruise control" for a while. And that's certainly not a bad thing! Although it has left me with not a whole lot to say here in blog-land. I've been continuing to work through some of the things that I'd like to get done before Stella gets here. I've also been just going about our regular life which feels really good. I've had my camera out some but not a whole lot. I mean really... who wants to see photos of how we spent today??? Getting new brakes on the van. Exciting stuff I tell ya!

Over the past few days I have been working on repainting the back porch which is really much like a mudroom and it's nice to have that space to hang up coats and backpacks and put away shoes. However, it's also our main entry. So it drives me bonkers to have it dirty and dingy. It flows with the kitchen now, same paint colors, and although I know it will look dirty if the dog walks in and shakes while he's wet and dirty, it'll wash easier. I have decided that I think that's IT for "big" projects for me for now. Anything else and I'll just be the supervisor. :) (I have no idea why the wall looks all wonky in the 'before' pic, it's just a photo compression issue.)

The kids both have major cases of Spring Fever. There's been a lot of just being kind of mouthy and hyper mixed in with their usual pretty cool selves. I even asked Karleigh's teacher if she's been this... and Mrs. B interjected with "Squirly?" and she said "yes, a bit more than normal." I was hoping that it was just for my "benefit" while I was volunteering but she's assuming the same about the kids having a mean case of Spring Fever and that she also thinks it's because Karleigh's bored. Understandable but I still expect my kid to be "present" even if she might think that the things they're going over are a bit boring. On a brighter note, she lost another tooth last night! She has had three that have been sort of loose but after an apple she decided that the one right next to her new permanent tooth should come out. She laid across my lap, asked me to pull it (I scoffed at the idea in my head but whatever) and the next thing I knew, it was right there between my fingers!

We really just need the weather to get a bit warmer so they run off their energy outside. Adjusting to preschool has been kind of tough for Rylan. He's a morning person like his daddy so he's up by 7 every morning but he's in the afternoon session so he's pretty spent by the time he gets home at 3:15. And when he's tired, he doesn't make the best decisions. However, he's obviously good at multitasking since he decided to go ahead ad grab a quick nap during a time-out the other day :)

Friday Fotos!

I know, I know. My last few posts haven't had any photos in them so I sat down tonight and looked over some of the pictures that I've taken over the last few days. Like I said, we've still been living our normal life even if I've been a bit down in the dumps.

I didn't take a belly pic last week and actually, Karleigh got on my case about it so we took care of that this evening. I'm ready for this little one to drop a bit in hopes that it will ease the heartburn/reflux and inability to eat much at a time. Although, then you get to deal with some other uncomfortable issues so I suppose I'll take this now and the other later!

I've gained 20 pounds now which is more than I gained with Rylan's whole pregnancy but half as much as I gained with Karleigh by the end so I'm curious to see where I end up. Not that it matters really, I just find it interesting how different each one has been.

It's fun to see how much these two love their little sister already. Karleigh will randomly walk up to me and hug my belly or give it a kiss and run off. She loves to go through the baby clothes and arrange outfits or try to decide what Stella's going to wear on her 3rd, 4th and 5th nights home. She has the wardrobe all planned out.

Rylan crawls into bed with us every morning (and way too early if you ask me). He always whispers, "Is baby Stella awake?" I tell him either yes or no. She's usually sleeping UNTIL he jumps into bed and gets all wiggly. Then he puts one arm under my neck and the other on my belly and gasps and giggles every time she kicks, squirms and rolls around. I really should attempt to get it on video because I think it's super cute but I don't know if he'll act weird with the camera on.

Probably.

He tends to enjoy documenting his kookiness!

Randomness

It's been over a week since I blogged anything. No particular reason. This is a tough time of year for me and I slipped little over the last week, falling into a funk. Most people don't "get it" and I'm glad about that. Most people think I should be breathing easy now. I've made it past my major points in time but I'm not also so naive as to think that I'm bullet proof now. My heart has gone out to too many who were in the clear too. I'm not trying to have a Debbie Downer attitude, in fact I'm really trying desperately to avoid that but it's hard, dare I say, impossible to not slip at some point. I am very thankful for one of my "soul sisters" who lovingly reminded me that it's OK and that it's always the darkest before the light.

We received the infant car seat last week, it's cute! I'm always a little nervous about ordering something on-line before seeing it in real life. Ironically, we received Stella's going home outfit (that we let the kids pick out) on Eli's 2 year birthday? ...there really is no right word for it... I've been doing a lot more shopping on-line this time than ever before. However, after the last attempt to go shopping with two kids who are generally very well behaved in public, I couldn't be more pleased with the on-line shopping option. Plus, the UPS driver actually brings my packages closer to the house than when I park in our driveway out of the way for the mini-bus. Also super exciting was receiving some cute, tiny pj's in the mail from one of my fellow bloggers who has followed along for the last 2 years. She has a daughter born the same time that Eli would have been had he made it to term. Thank you!

Wow, this is really boring! There's so much in my head. Some that I want to say and some that I want to keep for myself.

Oh, I had an OB appointment on Wednesday and, as you might recall, several weeks ago I was measuring a bit ahead... now I'm measuring a bit behind. I'm not worried at all though as measuring fundal height is certainly a far cry from a perfect science. Everything else was perfect though. I'll go back in two weeks again. I really feel like I should have SOME questions but I just don't really. Oh well, makes for quick appointments.

My Braxton Hicks contractions are starting to get pretty intense. They must get stronger with each pregnancy because I don't even remember noticing them with Karleigh. I've had a few contractions that feel like the (early) real thing but nothing to get excited or concerned about.

Other than that, we've just been going about normal life... Daisy scouts, school, cleaning, rearranging furniture, re-rearranging furniture ;) and trying to get things marked off of my to-do list without adding too many new things to it! I could probably pound it out in a few days if I really focused but the fact that I've decided that bending over to pick anything up is overrated, well... it's probably going to take a bit longer.

So, that's where I've been. It's not all been a black abyss but there have been a few dark days. There have also been some really bright points. I suppose it all averages out and makes it normal and that's all I've been going for all along anyway right?

Seven hundred thirty (and a half) days

Two years ago it was all ending.
Or starting.
I guess it depends on how you look at it.

Today was freakishly not unlike February 17th, 2008. Sunny, clear, and almost warmish. Honestly, I've been trying to not really think too much about the day. It's such a strange juxtaposition thinking about where I was 2 years ago, knowing that Eli was not going to be the happy ending that we were just assuming he would be, while little Miss Stella rocks and rolls all day long. Frankly, the last two days her movements haven't just been reassuring, they've been downright painful so there's no chance of me being concerned for her immediate well-being. I hope she continues to let me know she's here to stay over the next few days.

I haven't taken the time to really think about the path that's behind me or the one that's ahead of me. Most days it's really just a case of, it is what it is. I've made some unbelievable new friends, lost some who I thought were friends and reconnected with some "old" friends. All changes that have been a real blessing. Of course there are a few rock-solid, not going anywhere no matter what friends too.

My mind doesn't wander to "why me".
I don't sit in a constant state of feeling sorry for myself.
I do feel very blessed to be pregnant with this little girl.

I would love to say it's been a happy-go-lucky time. I can't. I've been stressed ...and scared ...and edgy ...and a bit detached. I've been trying though. On the other hand I've also found it really hard to complain about the extreme pain in my lower back, the acid reflux, the exhaustion, the shots to my nether-regions, the Braxton-Hicks contractions every night and the kicks, stretches and punches that make me grimace. I know that in a short time, this will all be a distant memory replaced by a different view along the path.

I'm pretty certain that had there been a choice in the matter, this isn't the way I would have chosen everything to play out. However, that wasn't up to me (of course) and I'm not bitter about it. I'm actually really ok with it. Not in a "Yay! Dead babies!" kind of way but in just a sense of peace about it way. Sure I have days that I still think about what it might be like with an 18 month old little guy running around right now but that's not my reality. My reality is something different on the horizon and it usually brings be an overwhelming sense of peace.

And I think that's a good thing.

And certainly not what I expected to be able to say seven hundred thirty days ago...

30 Weeks

It's another Friday!
A Friday where the kids are home from school for the start of a long 4-day weekend.
A Friday where Rylan finally has his 4 year well-child check (slacker mom, at your service!) with the new office that we're hoping to use for our pediatrician, so that's kind of exciting.
A Friday where Karleigh has a Valentine's party at one of her girlfriends' houses for a few hours this afternoon.
A Friday where I'm still sick from the cold that I was hoping to not get from everyone else in the house. Wishful thinking, you can't blame me for trying though!
A Friday that marks the end of one week and the beginning of another.
A Friday that should be spent doing a fair amount of cleaning and straightening up around the house this evening - don't be jealous!
Like I've said before, I like Fridays. For the most part, I prefer the Fridays that don't start off with the kids antagonizing each other, teasing the dog, talking back, being sent to time-out, the dog stealing food while said kiddo is in time-out... just the tip of the iceberg really. But, all is well and calm now which I am thankful for because I would like to get back to my happy Friday attitude!
...even if it is through my stuffy, snuffy nose. :)

For some reason I didn't end up taking a 29 week photo so I made sure to grab my 30 week pic this morning... after things calmed down a bit. The joy of artistic freedom is that you can choose to crop out your stuffy, snuffy, chapped nose, broken out face, blood-shot eyes and glasses that you've somehow become allergic to during your pregnancy but have to wear because your contacts are also driving you nuts. Not that I would know or anything! Thankfully the sores on the bridge of my nose are healing up since I have a licensed optician at my beck and call whenever I have an issue. :) My glasses are still bugging me though so I may just have to pick out a new pair since I'm eligible for them now anyway. Sorry... tangent.

The 30 week belly.

I like saying 30 weeks so much better than 29. Seven to ten more weeks to go - Rylan came right at 37, Karleigh came on her due date. I can't decide if it feels like forever away still or just around the corner. Rylan asked me to show him how close we were to our baby coming home (I'm still wondering if he thinks the UPS man is just going to bring her!) on the calender this morning. He's intrigued by February only having 28 days. And he was thrilled at how close it's getting to "baby time". I'm somewhere between relieved and freaked out.

So, we are going to get on with our Friday. The kids are relaxing together and watching a movie and we'll soon be getting ready for the rest of our (hopefully better!) day. :)

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Signed. Sealed. Sent!

What's in a Name?

We've known for quite some time what we will be naming this little lady but haven't been screaming it from the roof-tops. Why not? I'm not too sure. Maybe it makes it all too real. Maybe because it makes ~her~ all too real. But she is real.

If someone asks us, we tell them with a smile. It's the only name that has felt right, has felt like ~her~ and at the same time fits the silly "rules" that Jim and I have adopted when it comes to naming babies.

Silly rules first:
~ should not start with the same letter as our other children
~ two syllables are preferred
~ incorporating an L near the middle is a bonus (this rule makes no sense, yes, we do realize that!)
~ should not be in the top 100 names as listed by the Social Security Administration
~ should have a positive or at least neutral meaning, certainly not negative
~ the kids should be able to pronounce it
~ can not lead to swearing when singing the "name, name, bo, bame, banana, fanana, fo, fo fame..." song :)
~ bonus to incorporate family names but not to the extent of having two "cousins" with the same name
~ and we have never been able to bring ourselves to "re-use" a name that we had considered in a previous pregnancy

So, with all of that in mind, our new baby girl will be named:

Of course, I'm a Gemini so all decisions that I make, can quickly change! Karleigh didn't have her name until I was about 7 months along. She was going to be Aubrey. However, I had a meltdown in the car one afternoon and freaked out and said "I just can't name my baby that, she doesn't feel like a Aubrey!" In Jim's infinite calmness he said "well... then don't..." and then he proceeded to suggest Karleigh and the reasoning, etc. etc. I can't imagine her as anything else. But back to Stella, it still feels right.

Stella has a very simple meaning: star.

The truth is, it seems that this name has been being screaming at us for months. Now, I'm not a big looking-for-signs type of person...

That said, since mid-August my "status update" on BabyCenter has been "Wishing on a star...". I haven't been able to bring myself to change it yet.

I also have a kindred spirit on one of my loss support boards who sent me the neatest "intentions" bracelet. It was made of string and had two black pearls with a silver star charm dangling between the two of them. The point of the bracelet is to state your intention/wish etc., tie it on and when it falls off that intention is realized (that was likely a very poor explanation). At any rate, I tied it on obviously "intending" to have a healthy baby. At 16 weeks (the same exact gestational age and week day - a Sunday - that Eli's heart stopped beating) we went to IKEA. When we got back to the van I noticed that my wrist was bare. The bracelet had fallen off that afternoon. At first my heart sank and I frantically looked around my seat in the van but then a realized perhaps that was just the nudge that I needed to get over that stress filled day. As we know now, everything is still fine.

As anyone who has been through a situation even kind of similar to ours knows, it's not always the most vocal supporters that say the right things. Sometimes there are quiet players who come to the surface at just the right times. One of these types of women suggested Stella. And then another more vocal friend also suggested it, and then another.

I finally thought "OK, this must be it. I love it but I wonder what Jim thinks..." So, because we're so tech savvy like that... I texted him. "Don't reply, just think. What about Stella?" And you know what?
He didn't reply! LOL
Finally, my impatience won and I texted him back again with something along the lines of "OK, time's up, what do you think?" He replied with, "I like it. You do realize that was my great-grandma's name right?" Um, yah, once upon a time, but I had totally forgotten about it at that moment.

Since then there have, of course been more things, an outfit that our sister-in-law sent covered in stars. A name a star bear that the kids got after visiting "Santa". Looking for crafty ideas for the girls' room and the first return being a "Stella" project. The list could go on and on but I've spent enough time writing about it for now I think.

So, now you know who you've been praying for. I like having a name when I pray for her even though I know it's not necessary, it's nice.