Preggo Pictures

Okay, I've gotten some flack about not taking many pregnant pictures this time around... honestly they're not that flattering. But I figured this is my last chance. How many people have pictures where they can say "That's when I was due yesterday!"? So here they are...

Me looking a little big


Tommy loves to kiss baby Ty



Our last picture as a family of three!

The Day After

Yesterday was the big day. At least it was supposed to be the big day. I went to the park, jogged in the rain, rearranged the furniture in Tommy's room, ate a good baked ziti, and put together a shelf. And still no baby. Now I'm just tired.

But I think tomorrow will be the day.

Tuesday Randoms

I'm still pregnant. I'm not actually due until next Tuesday, but everyone that I know that was due the same week as me has had their babies at least a week and a half ago. So I feel like I'm way behind.

In an effort not to gain an excessive amount of weight in this last week or so, I'm noshing on carrots and hummus. But what I really want are the chocolate chip cookies that I'm about to finish baking and the last tiny piece of the amazing "Better Than Sex Chocolate Cake" that Matthew made.

Dora the Explorer is really weird. I'm totally not into it. But Tommy is. I tried to find Diego with our new On Demand (we're upping our technology, folks), but so far all I can get is Dora.

Dorsi has a vet's appointment today. She's doing that really gross thing where dogs scoot around dragging their butts on the floor. Then she gets to go on an outing to get new dog biscuits (she ate her entire box of them two weeks ago).

I'm having a cleaning lady come to the house this afternoon! My wonderful mother-in-law has graciously given me her cleaning lady for the day, and I couldn't be more excited!

I'm ready to meet Ty! I realize that I will be completely sleep deprived and sore beyond imagination, but there is nothing better than holding your new baby. And Tommy's been kissing my belly at least two or three times a day so I think he's excited too. I can't believe we'll be a family of four soon!

Like Father Like Son

If you know Dean at all, you know he has some odd eating habits. He doesn't like his food to touch. At all. While I like a nice warm brownie with ice cream on top and maybe some hot fudge over that, he will ask for his brownie and ice cream on separate plates (and whether you use a plate or a bowl and choice of utensils is a whole other conversation!). He hates pickles and I've seen him send back an order from a restaurant if it comes with a pickle on the side after he asked for no pickle. He doesn't like there to be any trace of it on his food.

Apparently Tommy has inherited this food oddity. Dean's very careful not to be too picky in front of Tommy so that he doesn't influence him in any way. But last night Tommy was eating his dinner, which was a chicken casserole with rice and a bit of applesauce on the side (this was in a divided plate so there was no way the applesauce could actually touch the main meal). At one point Tommy must have put his fork down and when he picked it up again, he saw that there was a bit of applesauce on the tines. Gasp! He panicked and tried to wipe it off. Dean and I watched in amusement. When he asked me to get him a new fork, I told him to just lick it off (there was both casserole and applesauce on the fork at this point) and he cried.

Normally I would have had a talk with him about how this is completely irrational behavior and it's ok for food to touch. But I just looked at Dean, who was totally sympathizing with him at this point, and proceeded to wipe off the fork. So whoever winds up marrying Tommy can attempt to stop this cycle of food weirdness with his child. It's too late for me.

On the Home Stretch

I'm sitting here now contemplating going to bed (my eyelids can barely stay open, but for some reason I feel the need to stay up). I finished my last piano lesson today and I have my recital tomorrow and after that I'm done teaching for the summer. While I will miss all my students, I'm certainly looking forward to a summer break. Not that I actually anticipate having much of a break; I vividly remember having a newborn. There's no break involved. Actually I can't exactly say that I "vividly" remember it because I was so sleep deprived and sore that I'm sure things are pretty hazy. But either way, I have a pretty good idea of what's ahead of me.

One of my good friends sent me a surprise package in the mail today... it was the porta crib that I had registered for! That was the last big thing I needed and so to have it sitting on my doorstep this afternoon was such a big relief! So now Ty can come whenever he'd like (at least after this weekend, anyway).

Back to my recital. This is my 5th recital and it's the first time that I've had enough sense not to play in it myself. I always commit to playing in my recitals and then have to rush to figure out something to play and then pray that I don't screw up royally while I'm performing it (no one wants a teacher who doesn't play well). Between knowing I have to perform, putting together the programs, making sure my students are ready, and overseeing the snacks that are available at the end (most of the time I wind up bringing something as well), recitals tend to make for a pretty stressful time for me. But this year, I decided not to play (the students and parents will just have to trust that I know what I'm doing), my friend Heather, who will be joining us with her guitar students, is putting together the programs, and I'm not bringing a single snack (though I may make a punch... we'll see). And so really, I feel like I'm just going to show up and enjoy it. And hope not to go into labor.

Monday Recap

Saturday was a busy day for me! If you remember, we had Ty's floors put in and then when I went to the park to meet a couple good friends, Vonna came over and set up the furniture in there. So now all I have to do is decorate and find the pieces that I'm missing to the crib so that I can attach the fourth side (I should probably do them in the opposite order that I mentioned them).




While Vonna was slaving over the baby furniture, Tommy and I went traipsing to the park to meet two of my good friends and college roommates. Anais came in town for the weekend and is due with her third baby any day now, and Kelly was in town for the weekend from Wisconsin. So we met up with the kids at the park and couldn't resist getting a couple pictures.





A very exciting milestone for our family and our church was this Sunday. It was our last ever service at Godby High School. The Well has called Godby our home since we officially launched in August of 2007. We have the opportunity to move to a warehouse and convert it to a permanent church for us. The service yesterday was a great time to look back and celebrate God's faithfulness to us over the last three years or so. We've seen incredible things in the Cougar's Den at Godby and we can't wait to see what God is planning to do in our next step at the next location. We still need about $100,000 to do it, but God has always directed us to make a move and have faith and then provided the funds to make it happen exactly when we need them. So now it's time to watch and see.

We're Making Headway

I had hoped to take pictures of the new floor in Ty's room while it was under construction, but our wonderful team of floor layers, led by Mel Cason, did it so quickly that all I can do is show the almost finished product. They are at Home Depot right now getting shoe mold to go around the edges (giving it that clean finished look), so I figured I'd sneak a picture or two. Doesn't it look great?!? Now I can finally get the furniture in there and set it up like an actual nursery! I'm very excited!