Okay, well it's February 4th and I'm due in a week and half with BB3 (Baby Bayly 3). I keep trying to slow down time, but it's SO not working! Most people are on the edge of their seats waiting to go into labor at this point, but I'm still not experiencing that type of anxiety. Is it weird that I enjoy delivering babies so much? I am in that phase where something really great is about to happen, but I want to slow down the time just before it. Like when it's almost time to go on vacation and you suddenly realize you don't want it to be here yet because you know the sooner it comes, the sooner it's over. (I might need Greg to remind me how much I love it when I'm having contractions and feel like my body is being violently ripped apart, though.)
I am uncomfortable---don't get me wrong. I have a set of feet lodged in my upper right rib cage and it really does physically ache. It even throbs sometimes. The baby kind of plucks at my ribs with "its" feet. And sometimes, I feel like he/she is going to kick a hole in my belly and exit that way instead. So, I probably can't take too much more of this, but I just love having this belly and I am going to miss it terribly.
I didn't think I was going to go through the "Mom Guilt" that I had when I was pregnant with Camryn, but it just hit me the other day. I started feeling so sad for Brielle right before Cam was born because I knew the attention she was used to receiving was going to dwindle significantly. I mean, I knew that the positives of giving her a sibling would outweigh the little negatives, but still, I felt a little sad. Now, I'm doubly feeling bad for Brielle because being the oldest is tough. I expect the most out of her sometimes and let's face it....she's still a baby. She's only four years old. And Camryn....man, her world is going to be rocked. She knows this baby is coming, but she has no idea what that means for her. Her baby-of-the-house status is just about officially over. Ah well, the bond that Brielle and Camryn share today has far surpassed my expectations. So, I imagine BB3 will do just that, too.
In other news....Brielle is already getting a taste of 'mean girls' at PRESCHOOL. Yes, you heard me. It is tearing us apart. She seems to be fine socially with everyone, but for some reason, she takes a certain liking to this girl, Gianna. Gianna is a very pretty little girl and Brielle just fancies her. Brielle started by telling me about Gianna's hair accessories one day. She was so impressed by the sparkles, etc. So I asked her if she told Gianna that she liked her hair. She said no. So I explained that sometimes when you like something about someone, you should let them know. The look on Brielle's face really was one of enlightenment and I could tell that is just what she planned on doing next time she went to school. So the next day, she comes home and says, "Mom, today I told Gianna that I think she is pretty and she walked away from me." I could kind of sense this was the direction things were going in. I said, "Well, maybe she didn't hear you or maybe she is shy. That was very nice of you though." She continued, "And when I try to sit next to her during circle time, she always gets up and sits next to Kaylee." OUCH. This hurt me!! I'm not going to go on with the whole story, but Greg had the same look of devastation on his face when I shared the story with him. He immediately went into fix-it mode with all these ideas of how he plans on fixing it. He wants to talk to the teacher....he wants to talk to Gianna's Mother, etc etc. I mean, you'd think someone beat our child up. But that is how hard we took it. Greg and I have talked about how we hope to raise our kids and of course we agree we want them to be kind-hearted to everyone and more importantly, feel confidence within themselves. We've talked to Brielle about continuing to be nice to everyone and if she continues to find that Gianna doesn't play with her, then she should just focus on her friends that do play with her (which seems to be everyone else in the class.). She has continued with stories about how Gianna disses her, but I also try to take it with a grain of salt. Brielle plays on drama sometimes too and I'm sure she can sense the attention she gets from me when she shares these stories with me. I try not to act overly concerned and remain cool about it all, but she's no dummy. Anyway....how on earth are we going to deal with everything else that is to come? Parenting is so hard! Of course I blame myself a little because this is not a school for working Moms. It's only a couple hours a day and most working parents can't work around a schedule like that. Luckily, since I work from home, we can do this. However, after school, I can't do the playdates with the other Moms and kids. I can tell many of the Moms head to the gym together when the kids are at school and they are always getting coffee, etc. So many of these children play together outside of school, which naturally makes them have their special little buddies in class. Brielle has friends in the neighborhood, but unfortunately no one in her class, so I feel like this is partially my fault... ugh. Oh well, it is what it is. I'm still just happy we haven't had to send our kids to daycare. I feel very grateful about that, so that is just how I have to look at it!
Well, back to lesson planning.....on my last few lessons before my long-term sub takes over!! So very excited about that one!!!
I presume my next blog entry will not be until sometime after we have the baby! I need to make sure I get a few more entries into BB3's journal. I have kept a journal throughout each of my pregnancies and attached the pages to the baby books so they can read their Mommy's thoughts when they were in the womb. So I guess I'll be posting a lot more after the baby arrives because I won't have my pregnancy journal to babble to. :(
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Riding on the happy hormone wave....
Typically, this is the point in my pregnancies when I start getting really irritable and nasty. I'm 35 weeks along...relatively uncomfortable, yet, blissfully happy?? I don't know what it is, but I have had this very organized, calm and content sense about me. Is this the calm before the storm? My second trimester ended up being the hardest time for me this time around, which is funny because that is supposed to be the best part of pregnancy--Not too big, showing enough for people to know you didn't just eat too many burritos, comfortable enough to exericse, enough energy to make it through some long days.... I don't know. I have no explanation, but I've been feeling super great lately. I think I reached a point with my crazy job to just do what I can do and learn to be happy about my efforts. I reached a point with my children when I realized they are just children. Likewise, I decided to give my husband a break and stop complaining so much. All in all, my new outlook has really worked.
We took this past weekend to 'nest.' Greg wanted to nest the day after we put all the Christmas decorations away, but I told him I needed a week. We ended up having nice, mild, motivating weather and went to work. We organized all the baby gear, cleaned out the "baby" room, re-assembled the crib, washed the bedding, went through the newborn clothes, etc. It was truly productive and I really enjoyed it. I definitely felt a little bit of sadness as I was going through the tiny clothes as I realized this is the last time I'll be doing this. I can't even imagine what kind of emotions I will have when I have to start packing away the newborn clothes because the baby grew out of them. That's the worst...but at least before, I knew I'd be digging them back out again! Ah well, life goes on and I'm sure I'll find new places to focus my energy.
The girls are getting so excited for their new baby. Brielle always refers to our entire family and never forgets to include the baby. When Camryn heads off to the neighbor's in the mornings, she always hugs and kisses my belly goodbye. It's amazing how much they've embraced their new sibling already. Brielle is going to be such a little helper/Mommy. I'm not entirely sure what to expect of Camryn yet. I know she'll love the baby, but I think there may end up being a shmidge of jealously from her. We'll see---don't want to be presumptious.
I'm beyond excited to meet this baby, but in no way rushing it. I have five weeks...possibly six and I'm totally okay with that. I want to cherish and savor every last brutal kick and punch from within.
My thoughts on boy/girl? NO IDEA. I envision a boy in our future, but at the same time, when I envision the birth, I really can't imagine a boy coming out of me. Who knows, who cares. I predict 8 lbs 11 oz and 22 inches. That's all I can predict.
Back to work....
We took this past weekend to 'nest.' Greg wanted to nest the day after we put all the Christmas decorations away, but I told him I needed a week. We ended up having nice, mild, motivating weather and went to work. We organized all the baby gear, cleaned out the "baby" room, re-assembled the crib, washed the bedding, went through the newborn clothes, etc. It was truly productive and I really enjoyed it. I definitely felt a little bit of sadness as I was going through the tiny clothes as I realized this is the last time I'll be doing this. I can't even imagine what kind of emotions I will have when I have to start packing away the newborn clothes because the baby grew out of them. That's the worst...but at least before, I knew I'd be digging them back out again! Ah well, life goes on and I'm sure I'll find new places to focus my energy.
The girls are getting so excited for their new baby. Brielle always refers to our entire family and never forgets to include the baby. When Camryn heads off to the neighbor's in the mornings, she always hugs and kisses my belly goodbye. It's amazing how much they've embraced their new sibling already. Brielle is going to be such a little helper/Mommy. I'm not entirely sure what to expect of Camryn yet. I know she'll love the baby, but I think there may end up being a shmidge of jealously from her. We'll see---don't want to be presumptious.
I'm beyond excited to meet this baby, but in no way rushing it. I have five weeks...possibly six and I'm totally okay with that. I want to cherish and savor every last brutal kick and punch from within.
My thoughts on boy/girl? NO IDEA. I envision a boy in our future, but at the same time, when I envision the birth, I really can't imagine a boy coming out of me. Who knows, who cares. I predict 8 lbs 11 oz and 22 inches. That's all I can predict.
Back to work....
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
LIfe is Crazy!
Even though I'm not an avid blogger, I feel like it's been ages since I've posted and I almost feel guilty about it! If I had time, I'd probably write every day!
This school year has been absolutely insane for me...more work than ever and a lot more stress. I've been loaded up with 260 students (and growing) and literally teach sessions all day long. I have to prepare for three different English courses per day, including one high school level course in another program than the usual middle school platform I was used to using. I could go on forever about how crazy it really is, but I'm trying not to devote any further personal time worrying over it. It's a job and that is that is what I have to say to myself to reprogram my mindset each day. I've never been the type to view jobs like that, but it's come to that.
Our basement flooded in the recent hurricanes and other heavy rains, so we've been an entire play area short for the past month or so. That has caused unwanted clutter in my view throughout the rest of the house. (All toys). We are still in the process of trying to fix that issue. We were about to have the carpet re-stapled down this Friday, but now we are supposed to get these crazy heavy rains again and another possible hurricane, so we figure we better wait and make sure the issue is fixed. Greg was a not a fan of shop-vaccing water out of the basement for a week. Poor guy.
Aside from crappy work and a flooded basement (and depressing economy...won't even go there), we've been good. The girls are loving their new routine for the school year. Brielle goes to preschool four days per week and Camryn goes to our neighbor's house for the mornings. It's a great set-up for us because Holly is our friend and she has a 3 year-old girl that Camryn adores. Holly does little things with the girls every day and Camryn cannot wait to go there each morning. I hate leaving my kids, but it sure is a lot easier when they are excited to go where we leave them!
Brielle has made leaps and bounds over the past few months. She is now in advanced beginner swim class which is for 5 to 7 year olds. She is a young 4 year old, but that is not why I am so proud. In the beginning of the summer, when she began lessons, she was the kid who screamed her head off the ENTIRE lesson. The owner of this "safe-zone swim" program assured me she would get over it eventually and to just keep bringing her. When I say screamed the whole time, please take that literally. The other parents would stare at me because it was my child! It was horrible, but it really only lasted about 3 or 4 lessons. One day though, something clicked in her and suddenly she loved going. She went from being terrified of the water to now doing the freestyle, back stroke, jumps in, dives down to retrieve toys, etc. She can fully swim now and is doing amazing! She takes lessons at the country club we belong to and the classes are very small and over the summer, she even scored a few private lessons, which probably helped a lot! We were going to stop lessons at the end of the summer, but we decided to keep her in for now. Around November, we are going to make the switch to ballet for the winter.
Camryn is doing her own version of excelling with soccer, spelling her name out loud and counting to twenty! The spelling of the name is probably the most interesting because she is two. She has her big sister to help her out with stuff like that though. They are an amazing support for one another and almost daily, they bring tears to my eyes by how well they get along and encourage one another. So sweet!!!
Baby Bayly 3 seems to be doing just fine down in that cozy womb, too! I'm 19 weeks today and we have our ultrasound next week. We are not finding out the sex. I think I really want to find out this time, but Greg is so against doing any such thing. I have felt this baby moving since the beginning of my 16th week, which is crazy!! With Brielle, I felt her move around week 21.....with Camryn I was 17 weeks and now 16 with this one. Does this mean I am just that much more in tune with it third time around, or are my babies just getting bigger and bigger? yikes!! Regardless, I LOVE being pregnant and wish time would slow down!!!
Something else that has been significant in our lives is following a cancer battle of a local little 5 year old girl. We don't know the family directly, but have a couple friends and relatives that know them, so we were immediately involved. The father of the little girl wrote in a blog and it has changed both Greg and me. Gabby was just a normal five year old girl and nothing was wrong until this past Memorial Day when she was admitted to CHOP for dizziness and feeling off-balance. By the next day she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. It was some rare, agressive type that takes the lives of children within nine months 90-95% of the time. This one took Gabby in four short months as she passed last week on 9-11-11. I think about Gabby every day and it definitely makes you stop and hug your kids a lot more than usual. And we hug our kids a lot, so I wonder if they wonder why we are constantly hugging and kissing them all day long now! The final blog concluded with the father's regrets. He has regrets of not spending more time with his family and working so much over the past five years. He talks about the things that really matter in life. Now, I really do consider myself someone who counts their blessings. Greg and I do reflect often about how blessed we are, but it doesn't mean I don't become a little greedy sometimes. I can't help but to long for a bigger house, more money...maybe the opporunity to not have to work.....but this story has really helped me put life in perspective. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is the people you love and the relationships you have. I think about Gabby's family...her two older sisters...her mother...her father everyday. I cannot even imagine going through something like that. Greg said he wasn't going to read the final blog because he just couldn't handle it anymore, then he caved and read it today at work (of all places!) and he said he was sobbing at his desk. I'm not at all surprised by this, but I was surprised by his decision to read it at work! Regardless, we aren't really talking about it anymore, but I get the sense that we are both thinking about it as we gravitate to one another and the girls more than ever. Every moment counts, every moment matters and we really do have so much to be thankful for.
Well, that is just about everything that's been on my mind lately and everything that is going on with us! Greg and I celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary this Saturday!! Still loving him up just like I did over ten years ago when we started out! You all know that though ;)
This school year has been absolutely insane for me...more work than ever and a lot more stress. I've been loaded up with 260 students (and growing) and literally teach sessions all day long. I have to prepare for three different English courses per day, including one high school level course in another program than the usual middle school platform I was used to using. I could go on forever about how crazy it really is, but I'm trying not to devote any further personal time worrying over it. It's a job and that is that is what I have to say to myself to reprogram my mindset each day. I've never been the type to view jobs like that, but it's come to that.
Our basement flooded in the recent hurricanes and other heavy rains, so we've been an entire play area short for the past month or so. That has caused unwanted clutter in my view throughout the rest of the house. (All toys). We are still in the process of trying to fix that issue. We were about to have the carpet re-stapled down this Friday, but now we are supposed to get these crazy heavy rains again and another possible hurricane, so we figure we better wait and make sure the issue is fixed. Greg was a not a fan of shop-vaccing water out of the basement for a week. Poor guy.
Aside from crappy work and a flooded basement (and depressing economy...won't even go there), we've been good. The girls are loving their new routine for the school year. Brielle goes to preschool four days per week and Camryn goes to our neighbor's house for the mornings. It's a great set-up for us because Holly is our friend and she has a 3 year-old girl that Camryn adores. Holly does little things with the girls every day and Camryn cannot wait to go there each morning. I hate leaving my kids, but it sure is a lot easier when they are excited to go where we leave them!
Brielle has made leaps and bounds over the past few months. She is now in advanced beginner swim class which is for 5 to 7 year olds. She is a young 4 year old, but that is not why I am so proud. In the beginning of the summer, when she began lessons, she was the kid who screamed her head off the ENTIRE lesson. The owner of this "safe-zone swim" program assured me she would get over it eventually and to just keep bringing her. When I say screamed the whole time, please take that literally. The other parents would stare at me because it was my child! It was horrible, but it really only lasted about 3 or 4 lessons. One day though, something clicked in her and suddenly she loved going. She went from being terrified of the water to now doing the freestyle, back stroke, jumps in, dives down to retrieve toys, etc. She can fully swim now and is doing amazing! She takes lessons at the country club we belong to and the classes are very small and over the summer, she even scored a few private lessons, which probably helped a lot! We were going to stop lessons at the end of the summer, but we decided to keep her in for now. Around November, we are going to make the switch to ballet for the winter.
Camryn is doing her own version of excelling with soccer, spelling her name out loud and counting to twenty! The spelling of the name is probably the most interesting because she is two. She has her big sister to help her out with stuff like that though. They are an amazing support for one another and almost daily, they bring tears to my eyes by how well they get along and encourage one another. So sweet!!!
Baby Bayly 3 seems to be doing just fine down in that cozy womb, too! I'm 19 weeks today and we have our ultrasound next week. We are not finding out the sex. I think I really want to find out this time, but Greg is so against doing any such thing. I have felt this baby moving since the beginning of my 16th week, which is crazy!! With Brielle, I felt her move around week 21.....with Camryn I was 17 weeks and now 16 with this one. Does this mean I am just that much more in tune with it third time around, or are my babies just getting bigger and bigger? yikes!! Regardless, I LOVE being pregnant and wish time would slow down!!!
Something else that has been significant in our lives is following a cancer battle of a local little 5 year old girl. We don't know the family directly, but have a couple friends and relatives that know them, so we were immediately involved. The father of the little girl wrote in a blog and it has changed both Greg and me. Gabby was just a normal five year old girl and nothing was wrong until this past Memorial Day when she was admitted to CHOP for dizziness and feeling off-balance. By the next day she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. It was some rare, agressive type that takes the lives of children within nine months 90-95% of the time. This one took Gabby in four short months as she passed last week on 9-11-11. I think about Gabby every day and it definitely makes you stop and hug your kids a lot more than usual. And we hug our kids a lot, so I wonder if they wonder why we are constantly hugging and kissing them all day long now! The final blog concluded with the father's regrets. He has regrets of not spending more time with his family and working so much over the past five years. He talks about the things that really matter in life. Now, I really do consider myself someone who counts their blessings. Greg and I do reflect often about how blessed we are, but it doesn't mean I don't become a little greedy sometimes. I can't help but to long for a bigger house, more money...maybe the opporunity to not have to work.....but this story has really helped me put life in perspective. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is the people you love and the relationships you have. I think about Gabby's family...her two older sisters...her mother...her father everyday. I cannot even imagine going through something like that. Greg said he wasn't going to read the final blog because he just couldn't handle it anymore, then he caved and read it today at work (of all places!) and he said he was sobbing at his desk. I'm not at all surprised by this, but I was surprised by his decision to read it at work! Regardless, we aren't really talking about it anymore, but I get the sense that we are both thinking about it as we gravitate to one another and the girls more than ever. Every moment counts, every moment matters and we really do have so much to be thankful for.
Well, that is just about everything that's been on my mind lately and everything that is going on with us! Greg and I celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary this Saturday!! Still loving him up just like I did over ten years ago when we started out! You all know that though ;)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Our Very Special Brielle
I woke up in the middle of the night last night thinking about the things Brielle says to me. She is such a smart and profound four-year old girl. She really thinks and processes more than your average four-year-old----at least I think so. Ever since she was a tiny baby, she would sit all day for books. She would literally sit on my lap for hours and listen to me read her books. She never wriggled off my lap and to this day, a book is such a treat to her. This is an English Teacher Mother Dream!! Now, we love our sweet Camryn, but it wasn't until recently that she would sit for a book and she is very selective about what book we read!
Additionally, Brielle is at that age where she asks a lot of questions and follows up with a lot of "why's." What amazes me most about her, though, is how much she appreciates life and all of her blessings. Of course I have tried helping her understand these concepts, but they really seem to resonate with her. For instance, several months ago, she said, "Mommy, I am really glad God gave us Camryn." This honestly came out of no where and brought me to tears. We really aren't very good with the whole church-going thing, but I try to explain God to her in terms she can understand. God made the trees and the flowers, etc etc.....Not entirely sure how she translated that to Camryn, but I'm glad she did! A few weeks ago we were taking a walk through the neighborhood on the walking trail and Brielle said to Greg, "This sure is a wonderful world, isn't it Daddy?" She was just walking and appreciating nature. Are these really things four-year-olds say?? Then yesterday, she said to me while swinging on her swing, "I'm so happy to be in this world, Mommy." Chokes me up!! None of these statements are prompted at all...they literally come out of no where.
One thing I have taught her is that not all children get to experience all the nice things that she does. I explained that not all children get to go to the beach and the pool all the time, not all children have as many snacks and delicious food as her and not all children have as many toys as her. I forget why this came up one time, but my goodness, she has not forgotten it. She told me the other night that she wants to pack up the toys she doesn't play with so she can give them to kids who don't have any toys. And now when we go places, she will say, "I am a really lucky girl, aren't I?" She feels joy, then reflects on it. I feel this is just a really special quality about her. I fear she may turn into a worry wart, so I certainly try not to make her think too much, but I am proud of her ability to be thankful. When I was in high school, I came across a scripture that became my favorite instantly and it is something I try to remember daily. I think it sums up how I aspire to be and how I wish my children to be.
Additionally, Brielle is at that age where she asks a lot of questions and follows up with a lot of "why's." What amazes me most about her, though, is how much she appreciates life and all of her blessings. Of course I have tried helping her understand these concepts, but they really seem to resonate with her. For instance, several months ago, she said, "Mommy, I am really glad God gave us Camryn." This honestly came out of no where and brought me to tears. We really aren't very good with the whole church-going thing, but I try to explain God to her in terms she can understand. God made the trees and the flowers, etc etc.....Not entirely sure how she translated that to Camryn, but I'm glad she did! A few weeks ago we were taking a walk through the neighborhood on the walking trail and Brielle said to Greg, "This sure is a wonderful world, isn't it Daddy?" She was just walking and appreciating nature. Are these really things four-year-olds say?? Then yesterday, she said to me while swinging on her swing, "I'm so happy to be in this world, Mommy." Chokes me up!! None of these statements are prompted at all...they literally come out of no where.
One thing I have taught her is that not all children get to experience all the nice things that she does. I explained that not all children get to go to the beach and the pool all the time, not all children have as many snacks and delicious food as her and not all children have as many toys as her. I forget why this came up one time, but my goodness, she has not forgotten it. She told me the other night that she wants to pack up the toys she doesn't play with so she can give them to kids who don't have any toys. And now when we go places, she will say, "I am a really lucky girl, aren't I?" She feels joy, then reflects on it. I feel this is just a really special quality about her. I fear she may turn into a worry wart, so I certainly try not to make her think too much, but I am proud of her ability to be thankful. When I was in high school, I came across a scripture that became my favorite instantly and it is something I try to remember daily. I think it sums up how I aspire to be and how I wish my children to be.
Be joyful always;
Pray continually;
Give thanks in all circumstances for this
is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thess. 5:16-18
(I didn't look this up and think I got it correct, but if not, you get the idea.).
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Symptoms: Fatigue, Nausea, and Increased Appetite (to some things)
Diagnosis: Preggers.
This news isn't broadcast-able yet, however, since I know I only have about three readers, I figured it was safe.
So yes, surprise! Surprise to me, surprise to you. Baby Bayly #3 is scheduled to arrive around February 15th, 2012 (which probably means February 22nd considering my last two were a week late).
If you know me and my obsessive-controlling personality, you would immediately know this was not exactly planned. As a teacher, I normally plan these things so I can deliver at the beginning of summer when I have paid time off. So, it wasn't planned, but I think this is the beginning of a new me. The "me" that is starting to realize you cannot plan or control everything. People plan. God laughs. And hey, it's a baby. A true blessing.
The good news is that we were definitely on board for another baby...we were just talking about waiting another year or two. But, in Greg's reacting words, "So we're having a baby now. Cool."
Another surprise in this pregnancy was that when I found out, I was already eight weeks along. So I went an entire month not knowing I was pregnant. And not because I don't pay attention to things.....my last period turned out to not be a period. Apparently it was "implantation bleeding." In hindsight, it now makes sense why it was so short and light and seven days before I expected it! Anyway, I will spare the rest of the details.
We just told the Grandparents a few days ago and have not told any friends just yet. I am eleven weeks along and just started feeling better. Haven't been sick in the past two days, so I think the worst is behind me. I will probably tell a few friends after next week's doctor's appointment. We had an ultrasound at nine weeks and the baby looked great and had a strong heartbeat. I just want to hear that beat one more time next week before I tell anyone else. I am pretty sure my 'best friend' is going to be a little annoyed since I am in her wedding on September 10th. Oh well, hopefully she'll get over it. She did clearly warn me that she didn't want any pregnant bridesmaids, so we'll see. If she's mad, I'll tell her to go suck an egg.
Now we are in the process of deciding between another twin bed or bunk beds for the girls' room. A four bedroom house would be really cool right about now, but doesn't look like it's going to happen any time in the near future, so we will just have to rough it. The girls will have to share a room. They know that is going to happen, however, they do not know why yet. I figure it would be easiest to tell them when I have a more prominent bump.
So there you have it. I love being pregnant and I am fairly certain this is the last round for us, so I hope it goes really slow. Now, the only thing I really need to work on is reversing a promise I made to Greg. I told him if we have a third baby, he can use his beloved girl name if it's a girl (which is probably is). I told him this a long time before I ever got pregnant and I really don't want this particular name, so I need to work on a strategy to change this possible girl name. I have 29 weeks. Wish me luck. (And no, I'm not revealing the name- haha).
Love, love, love.
This news isn't broadcast-able yet, however, since I know I only have about three readers, I figured it was safe.
So yes, surprise! Surprise to me, surprise to you. Baby Bayly #3 is scheduled to arrive around February 15th, 2012 (which probably means February 22nd considering my last two were a week late).
If you know me and my obsessive-controlling personality, you would immediately know this was not exactly planned. As a teacher, I normally plan these things so I can deliver at the beginning of summer when I have paid time off. So, it wasn't planned, but I think this is the beginning of a new me. The "me" that is starting to realize you cannot plan or control everything. People plan. God laughs. And hey, it's a baby. A true blessing.
The good news is that we were definitely on board for another baby...we were just talking about waiting another year or two. But, in Greg's reacting words, "So we're having a baby now. Cool."
Another surprise in this pregnancy was that when I found out, I was already eight weeks along. So I went an entire month not knowing I was pregnant. And not because I don't pay attention to things.....my last period turned out to not be a period. Apparently it was "implantation bleeding." In hindsight, it now makes sense why it was so short and light and seven days before I expected it! Anyway, I will spare the rest of the details.
We just told the Grandparents a few days ago and have not told any friends just yet. I am eleven weeks along and just started feeling better. Haven't been sick in the past two days, so I think the worst is behind me. I will probably tell a few friends after next week's doctor's appointment. We had an ultrasound at nine weeks and the baby looked great and had a strong heartbeat. I just want to hear that beat one more time next week before I tell anyone else. I am pretty sure my 'best friend' is going to be a little annoyed since I am in her wedding on September 10th. Oh well, hopefully she'll get over it. She did clearly warn me that she didn't want any pregnant bridesmaids, so we'll see. If she's mad, I'll tell her to go suck an egg.
Now we are in the process of deciding between another twin bed or bunk beds for the girls' room. A four bedroom house would be really cool right about now, but doesn't look like it's going to happen any time in the near future, so we will just have to rough it. The girls will have to share a room. They know that is going to happen, however, they do not know why yet. I figure it would be easiest to tell them when I have a more prominent bump.
So there you have it. I love being pregnant and I am fairly certain this is the last round for us, so I hope it goes really slow. Now, the only thing I really need to work on is reversing a promise I made to Greg. I told him if we have a third baby, he can use his beloved girl name if it's a girl (which is probably is). I told him this a long time before I ever got pregnant and I really don't want this particular name, so I need to work on a strategy to change this possible girl name. I have 29 weeks. Wish me luck. (And no, I'm not revealing the name- haha).
Love, love, love.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Love and Basketball
I am pleased to share that I am now playing women's basketball again. I have looked for women's leagues around here in the past and was unsuccessful. Finally, I noticed a posting for a new women's pick up league in the Downingtown Rec. Spring flyer. I signed up right away. The first night, I was so nervous. The first person that walked into the gym after me turned out to be a girl I roomed with back at Keystone Invitational Camp back in 1995. We remained friends after that summer for another year, but then once college started, we lost touch. It was so fun to catch up with her. And so very random! I didn't know anyone else there, but after a few weeks, I already feel like we are all teammates. The first week kicked my ass. I was so tired...we played full-court for two straight hours--no subs. I could barely walk the next day. You'd thing I'd be in decent shape since I just ran a 10 mile race----nope....totally different kind of running!
Anywayyyy....I honestly feel like a little part of my youth has been restored. Out of all the millions of activities I had the opportunity to engage in as an adolescent, basketball was the one constant. I loved it to the core. I practiced with intensity and passion and I never missed a practice or a game. I thought about it day and night. I think the reason I love it so much is because when I am playing, I think about nothing, but that. I have to focus on it so much that I can't stop and worry about grading papers or if my kids are getting enough vegetables. It just kind of takes me away from any other worry or stress. And it's healthy!! I was about to say that a few nice glasses of wine suffice at times too, but at least with basketball, I am burning calories and competing.
I just feel different now that I am playing again. Maybe "playing" is the key word here? The motto of United Sports Training Center where Greg works is "Never Stop Playing." I totally get that now!
I am fully aware that my 'playing' may be severely limited once my kids are old enough to start activites of their own. Brielle starts ballet in the fall and I can only imagine what the future holds beyond that!
Oh and, I have also learned that playing basketball is like riding a bike because well....I STILL GOT IT! Ha!
Anywayyyy....I honestly feel like a little part of my youth has been restored. Out of all the millions of activities I had the opportunity to engage in as an adolescent, basketball was the one constant. I loved it to the core. I practiced with intensity and passion and I never missed a practice or a game. I thought about it day and night. I think the reason I love it so much is because when I am playing, I think about nothing, but that. I have to focus on it so much that I can't stop and worry about grading papers or if my kids are getting enough vegetables. It just kind of takes me away from any other worry or stress. And it's healthy!! I was about to say that a few nice glasses of wine suffice at times too, but at least with basketball, I am burning calories and competing.
I just feel different now that I am playing again. Maybe "playing" is the key word here? The motto of United Sports Training Center where Greg works is "Never Stop Playing." I totally get that now!
I am fully aware that my 'playing' may be severely limited once my kids are old enough to start activites of their own. Brielle starts ballet in the fall and I can only imagine what the future holds beyond that!
Oh and, I have also learned that playing basketball is like riding a bike because well....I STILL GOT IT! Ha!
Happy Birthday Cami!
Happy 2nd Birthday to my sweet baby girl, Camryn!!! She is full of smiles and happiness today. She totally gets that it is her day and she's just so overjoyed! The things she is happiest about are the balloons and the cake. Any time the cake is mentioned, all she says is, "and and and and a fork!" That means she wants to make sure we give her a fork to eat her cake when she gets it! Brielle is being very good about Camryn getting a lot of attention today. If Cam gets too much, she'll say, "No, it's Hoppy Birthday Baaaaaa." She calls Brielle "Baa" so I think she feels bad after awhile and wants her sister to share in the joy. The love between those two girls is seriously awesome.
Their swingset arrives tomorrow and we have someone coming out to install it early next week! That is their big gift from the Grandparents! (All of them)!
Their swingset arrives tomorrow and we have someone coming out to install it early next week! That is their big gift from the Grandparents! (All of them)!
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