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November 23, 2003
November 23, 2003
Collin is 2 years, 4 months.
I’m 35 weeks pg.
COLLIN’S NEW ROOM
We worked all last week and finally got our office moved down to our family room. We repainted the room (office), which was yellow, to a nice neutral beige color called Desert Floor. I’m not normally a “beige” kind of gal, but I wanted the wall color to be neutral so that Collin could choose his theme through the bed sheets, posters, and pictures. I didn’t want anything painted on the wall in case he changed his mind and wanted something different. It’s easy to change bed sheets and posters, much harder to paint over a huge dinosaur or racecar on the wall. So far Collin is leaning towards dinosaurs for his room so we’re working on getting dinosaur things to decorate with. The paint turned out really nice and now all his toys, books and bedroom things have been moved out of the nursery and into his very own big boy room. He likes it, but doesn’t like to play in there by himself yet. His bed won’t be in until next weekend and he insists he doesn’t like his crib anymore so he’s been sleeping with me. Poor Mark has been kicked out to sleep on the couch since there just isn’t enough room in our queen sized bed for a wiggly 2 year old, a massively pregnant lady and a 6’2” daddy. We’ll have to make the transition of Collin sleeping in his own bed, by himself next weekend. I pray it won’t be hard, but I have a feeling it will be. I’m sure it will all work out…eventually.
All our office things, our computer, our odds and ends have been moved down to the family room and they are mostly still in boxes and laundry baskets. I haven’t had the energy to go down and sort through and find a place for everything yet. I figure it can wait since we rarely use the family room and it’s pretty much closed off from the rest of the house. I do come down to check my email once or twice a day but getting up and down those steps is getting so hard so I may stop doing that soon too.
COLLIN:
Collin has started saying Mommy and Daddy as part of his sentences now. Before he would say things like, “can I have a cookie?” but now he says things like, “Can I have a cookie, Daddy?” or “Mommy, look at what I can do.” He’s really started grasping the concept of who exactly mommy and daddy are. There have been many times over the past two weeks where he’s ran up to us, given us a huge hug and have said, “I’m so happy to have my mommy and daddy!” Talk about melting your heart! Yesterday he was playing on the sofa and he said, “I’m so happy to have my dee’ya (blanket) my Care bears and my mommy and daddy.” He just kept saying it over and over again in the sweetest little voice. He’s also requested cuddling lately and loves to snuggle and he’s in love with my belly. He’s always been very sweet to my belly but went though a stage recently where he didn’t really care about it, would say that HE WASN’T getting a sister and didn’t want to touch or feel it. Now he’ll run up to me several times a day, lift up my shirt and hug the hugeness. He’ll run his hands over it and kiss and snuggle up to it and say things like, “That’s my sissy in there, I love you.” He’s also into naming off the things he’ll be able to do with Ireland once she’s here. He says he’s going to help with diapers, giving her a bath, showing her his toys (but not giving them to her – ha ha!), brushing her hair, putting on her socks, and feeding her. I keep telling him that soon enough she’ll be out for him to snuggle and not in my tummy anymore.
PREGNANCY:
I’m feeling so gigantic these days. I hate to say it, but I’ve reached the stage where I do not want to be pregnant anymore. I seriously cannot even put on my own socks or tie my own shoes. Today I just took the shoelaces and shoved them into the side of my shoes. I’m feeling tons of lower pressure and I’m out of breath no matter what I do. I also have constant heartburn/reflux and I can just feel the acid sitting in my throat. It’s as if that little flap of skin that blocks off the acid from your throat is totally relaxed instead of just a little relaxed. Speaking of, I have two TUMS left so I had better get more! I’ve also reached the point where depending on the shirt I wear; you can see my belly panel on my maternity jeans. That’s how big the belly has gotten. It’s one of those things you really don’t notice until you see yourself in the mirror or a reflection and WHAM! There’s the panel sticking out for the whole world to see. Ahhh, the joys of the last month of pregnancy. I complain, but I do feel lucky and joyful being able to experience this wonderful blessing. I know that soon enough, it will be over and I’ll miss those jabs and kicks, miss those private moments where little Ireland is ALL MINE and miss rubbing my beautiful belly. Soon, I’ll have to share her with the world. Sad, yet totally exciting all in one.
Speaking of the whole world, I’m not sure whether to be flattered or annoyed at a comment that someone made to me over the weekend. We were grabbing some groceries at Super Wal-Mart (go figure that this would happen there!) and while checking out, the clerk said, “Wow! How long do we have left?” For one, as if “WE” have anything left…”WE” are not pregnant, “I” am pregnant, not her! So I just smile and say, “Well, it could be a month.” She said, “A MONTH! My gosh, are there two in there or just one huge baby?” I was a little floored and didn’t know what to say. I sort of laughed, annoyingly, and said, “Just one.” Then she started babbling about her sister having 10lb kids and her only have a 7lb baby, blah, blah, blah. I was ticked off and just wanted to get out of there. She probably meant no harm but it still annoyed me. Maybe I’m different, but I would have NEVER said something like that to a pregnant woman. On the other hand, it’s neat that people look at me and think, oh she’s pregnant. It’s nice when someone looks at me, then looks at my belly and smiles. Makes me feel special.
CHOOSING IRELAND’S GODMOTHER’S:
Two weekends ago we asked my best friend, Khristina and my Aunt Chris to come over on Sunday for a casual breakfast. We just had pumpkin and blueberry breakfast breads, strawberries, grapes, kiwi, orange juice and coffee, nothing gourmet or special. The reason we asked them over was to ask them to be Ireland’s Godmothers. Of course they both were honored and my best friend even KNEW that was the reason she was being asked over. Not because I had said anything or because anyone had told her (no one knew except Mark and I) but because we’ve been friends for so long (25 years) that we just know each other that well. As soon as we asked and they gladly accepted, Khristina reached into her purse and gave me a card. The card was very sweet, it talked about us being the best of friends and how much we are alike and then at the end she wrote a note about how she was honored that we asked her to be Ireland’s Godmother. I asked her what she would have done with the card if we HADN’T asked her and she said that she just knew. She we sat and visited for a few hours and had a great time and Mark and I are really happy that we asked the both of them to be a special part of Ireland’s life. I think Mark is set on having his mom be Ireland’s sponsor at church, but I don’t think he’s asked her yet. We have plenty of time for that since we are thinking we won’t have the baptism until Feb or March anyway. We also asked my Aunt to be Collin’s “adoptive” Godmother. Collin already has a set of Godparents, but we wanted my Aunt to be Collin’s adoptive Godmother because she is in his life more than his current Godmother. Our father at church said this was a wonderful idea and it’s always great to have Godparents who take an active roll in the child’s life. He said that when we baptize Ireland, we could rename Collin’s godparents as well. This isn’t saying we denounce his current Godparents, but are just adding to his godparents. The more the better!
BLESSINGWAY:
Since this is our second baby, no one has offered to give us a baby shower. I’m pretty much okay with that since we really don’t need anything and I know that some people really believe you only get a baby shower with your first baby. Even though I said I was pretty much okay with it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness that no one wanted to have a celebration for the second baby. I don’t care about gifts and material things, I just wanted SOMONE to be nice enough to have some sort of gathering to say that this second baby is just as special as the first. Since my family all live out of town, I knew that no one would come to me with anything. Mark’s family…well, forget that, they just aren’t into parties or celebrating anyway. My girlfriends really never said anything, although a few asked if I was having a shower. My friend who gave me my first one is one of those that strongly believe in the one time only shower (she has no children). I think it might have been the kind of thing that since I never expressed any want or desire for a shower no one planned anything. To be honest I would have felt silly having the typical baby shower. The games and things that typically go along with a baby shower are fun, the first time around, but seem silly after that. I just really wanted a bunch of my friends to gather and talk and eat. My doula came over last week for our meeting (more on that next entry) and one of the things we talked about was a Blessingway. I loved the idea! She suggested that since not many even knew what a blessingway was, that I approach a friend about it. The next day I called my best friend, Khristina and asked her about it. She said that she would be happy and honored to host one for me but that she would need lots of help from me because she honestly had no real idea on what one was. So, long story short, she’s hosting a blessingway for me but I’m pretty much doing all the planning. We’re having it at my house in two weeks and I’m so excited. We plan on making a labor necklace, having everyone write in a journal, having lots of sweet yummy desserts to eat and just having some GIRL TIME. I’ll talk about it more next entry.
Right now, I hate to end as I have more to chat about, but I really, really, REALLY must go!
For all my U.S. buddies – Happy Thanksgiving this week! I’m cooking dinner for my mother-in-law and us (at our house) on Thursday and plan on having all the traditional dishes (sparing the turkey of course!). We’ll sit around and gorge ourselves on delicious foods and watch the Thanksgiving Day Macy’s parade in the morning. We have loads of things to be thankful for and we’ve been very blessed and fortunate. It certainly is a time for Thanksgiving!
Gobble, Gobble!
~Jennifer
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