Daddy’s Turn

My Mom has been going crazy buying lots of stuff for me and the baby. I think she thought Naaman was left out so she bought a special book for him to read to our little boy. It’s called “Me and my Dad.” It’s about a daddy bear and his son. Since the baby can hear now Naaman decided he would read the book to our boy last night. I read that babies prefer books that were read to them in the womb over new books that have never been read to them. They can actually recognize the words and sounds. Amazing. So, hopefully this will become Naaman’s favorite book to read to our baby. It was so special just watching and listening Naaman read this book to the baby. Every time he finished the page he would put the book over my bare belly as if to show the baby the pretty pictures. I laughed hysterically everytime he did that.

I think it’s important to make sure that the Dad feels like this is a process he is going through too. When I read my pregnancy and childcare books I always make sure to read aloud the parts I find important. Okay, so maybe he doesn’t want to hear about breastfeeding but hey, I know I will need his support when it comes time for those first feedings. He will be going to the breastfeeding class and birthing class with me. And he’s happy to do so. He’s been my partner in everything I’ve done for nearly seven years. Of course I think he’s even more wonderful now than ever before. Seriously, any man who can put up with me for this long is worthy of a fancy award made out of gold.

I’ll have three showers when all is said and done. But another thing we’re doing is having a couple’s shower. The couple’s shower will be nice because all of Naaman’s friends can share in this too. It’s going to be a BBQ at my sister Kelli’s house. No silly baby games, no babies/kids allowed. Just a nice time with some of our favorite couples to share this amazing time in our life. How did I get to be so blessed? Thank you God for this wonderful gift.

The ever-growing belly

I’ve been really sick for the past three weeks. I contracted Flu A three weeks ago, which landed me in the emergency room. I missed four days of work and was in bed for an entire week, unable to eat, drink or move at all really. Ever since then I have not been able to get rid of this horrible head and chest cold. I can’t hear anything at all because there is so much pressure on my head. I’m still coughing quite a bit and it’s getting annoying in general. I have no sick time left at work because of the flu so I have to come in or use my vacation days, which I won’t do because I want my full 12 weeks maternity leave when the baby comes.

I was really worried the first two days of the flu because I hadn’t been able to keep anything down. I thought the baby was probably starving. But no, the baby seems to be measuring right on target. My doctor said that babies are good thieves. They don’t mind stealing all your nutrients to make sure they get what they need.

I felt him moving the whole time though so I knew he was okay. He was probably thinking “Uh Mom, where is my lunch?” Sorry, my baby boy. I’m trying to up my calories now in order to make up for lost time.

Here is my 19-week belly picture. Even though I didn’t eat anything for awhile it seems I had a growth spurt while I was sick. But no matter what I eat everyone keeps saying I’m so small. Sorry to disappoint but I do still have 20 weeks to go. I know I’ll get bigger with every day.

Here are the blue cupcakes on the cupcake tree for my spa party. This is how we told everyone we were having a BOY! They were delish!

For Easter we went to visit my Grandpa in the nursing home. He just moved in there a couple weeks ago because he had a brain bleed and had brain surgery to stop it. He is doing okay but not great. The whole family went to visit him and we had cookies and ice cream. It was so nice to see everyone. I worry about my Grandpa and I know it’s been a lot of stress on my parents trying to figure out where he would move after he was released from the hospital. He will be 93 this June and I’m hoping and praying that he gets to meet and hold his very first great grandchild.

Here’s the whole clan of cousins with their significant others and my Grandpa sitting in the front.

Of course it just wouldn’t be a blog entry without a picture of Roxie. So here are a few new ones. In the first one Naaman was taking pictures of Roxie and I just kidding around. But I think it’s evident how happy I am in the picture. Roxie puts a smile on my face all the time. I love her so much.

This is Roxie in her Easter t-shirt. She likes to get dressed up when we have parties.
And here she is as I try to tickle her tummy. Cutest. Dog. Ever.

Needles & Threads

I love to read people’s blogs. I usually end up reading some random and wildly crafty blog that makes me jealous. I find these blogs through other people’s blogs links and so on and so forth. Too bad I can’t figure out to fix my blog so it’s one that everyone has on the “must read” list.

I’ve always had a desire to be a crafty person. I am creative by nature but my creativity is often mowed over by the daily routine.

For instance, I remember when I first graduated college. It was taking forever to get my first job and I was getting bored. I figured I had always wanted to learn how to sew. So I started calling around to find sewing lessons. I got offered a job the next day. The sewing lessons never happened.

In high school I was the ultimate creative person. I practiced my French horn no less than 2 hours a day. I had dance team practice every night after school. I wrote poetry all the time filling up countless journals with a teenager’s heartbreaking tales of lust. I went to a Forensics tournament almost every weekend, pouring my heart out with rich dramatic interpretations in front of total strangers. I never even blushed a little. I loved every minute of it.

I have never had the desire to be the stereotypical woman. The woman that society tells us to be everyday. Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. Sorry, but that’s just not me. I always knew I wanted to be a mother but I wanted to do it all. Motherhood, career, friendships as well as learn new hobbies.

But as I stood barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen eating my bowl of frosted mini wheats this morning, I figured that it’s okay to have a desire to learn to do more domesticated hobbies. It doesn’t make me old-fashioned. It doesn’t make me a bad example of the 21st century woman. It just makes me curious about the unknown and maybe a little bit bored with reality television.

I read cooking blogs filled with photos of fantastic-looking culinary creations. I salivate at the descriptions and recipes. Moreso now than ever due to the pregnancy. But I’ve also fallen upon blogs about knitting and yarnwork and felt sad that I couldn’t do something like that myself. I’ve even read blogs about cleaning and organizing. The ultimate challenge for me. I hate cleaning. I mean LOATHE cleaning. But deep within me exists the desire to be ultra-organized and super clean. Why? Will it make me more of a woman? Probably not. Do I wish I cared enough about how I stack socks in my drawer? Do I wish that I cared enough to write an entire blog entry about it? Probably not. But I gather that it would make me feel less frantic in the morning when I’m trying to find a match to the black sock in my hand.

I also have a love of photography. But even after buying a $400 camera I still can’t figure out how to stop the blurry pictures. Sometimes Roxie will be in the cutest position making what I call a “people” face. Sometimes I think there really is a little person inside her. I quickly grab my camera and snap away only to have missed the moment due to a blurry photo. I’d like to take a class about photography and I long to buy a Digital SLR and learn to be a pro. Will I ever? It sure would make this blog a heck of a lot more exciting if I had better pictures.

I write this entry knowing that I might never learn how to knit. But at least I fully admit right here right now that it could only help me to learn something new. Isn’t that why we’re here? To learn, to grow, to be a better person overall? Soul-searching is a good thing, I think. Maybe I’ll call around to see about sewing lessons tonight. I could pick up where I left off six years ago and see if I’m any good with a needle and thread.

It’s a BOY!

Naaman and I are so excited to be able to announce the gender of our first child. We’re having a little boy and we couldn’t be happier about it. I looked over and Naaman was crying. He doesn’t cry very often but it was special to see how much it affected his emotions. I am truly blessed. I have an amazing Husband who has been there every step of the way and a beautiful son on the way. Life is beautiful and mysterious. I never could have imagined that I could feel this content but I do. I appreciate the feeling because it was a long time coming.

While we were there all the measurements were taken. He was a little shy about showing his face this time but the tech was able to measure what mattered. We have a healthy baby in there. He is 7 ounces right now and couldn’t be cuter! He’s moving all the time now and I can feel him thumping around in there. It feels weird but in a good way. There’s no way to explain it but he is already making me smile on a daily basis.

Naaman and I *think* we have his name picked out, which will remain a surprise until further notice. It’s a good one though and we think both the Watts and Shalz clan will like it.

It was fun calling everyone to tell them the news. My family is, of course, ecstatic. With four girls in the family we are all ready for a little boy to be running around. I grew up surrounded by Barbies, Strawberry Shortcakes and My Little Ponies. People seem surprised when they learn that I was a big tomboy as a little girl. I was always barefoot, running around in the mud in the backyard. I always had new scratches from climbing trees all day. I loved catching lightening bugs and butterflies and getting dirty in general. My parents would have to beg me to come in at sundown. My, how too much estrogen can change a girl.

I had a Sensaria Spa party last night and saw some of my friends that I hadn’t seen in awhile. The most fun was how we announced the gender of the baby. We made cupcakes and iced them with blue icing. I will show pictures soon because my Mom took some funny pictures of Naaman and I with the cupcakes.

I was an English/Journalism major in college and yet I still can’t find a word to describe what I’m feeling. I suppose it’s because my emotions are a conglomeration of many and one word wouldn’t begin to suffice.