Baby Shower

Well, I had the first of three baby showers yesterday. There were a lot of people to show up and some that even came from out of town.. It was really nice to see everyone there. As soon as I get some pictures back I will post them. The baby shower was video taped. I am hoping that everyone had a good time even with the way things have been. Everyone brought very nice and generous gifts for Abigail... even if some didn't know that we were having a girl. It was good. I want to thank Grandma Gladys for putting the whole thing together and employing the help of Johnna (the cake), Aunt Pat (pictures and set up), Misty (decorations) and Jackie (helping Grandma with the food). Thanks everyone!!

Hurting...

I am starting to hurt as I am sure every woman who has every been pregnant knows where. Geee. It hurts to walk, change sides, and a whole other host of things happen to hurt if I am up and about. Is it time? Well, somehow I doubt it. Could it please be time? .... well, I hope so. It gets to the point sometimes of not being able to stand up straight... Like my body feels better in a cramped, and hunched over position. Several people are thinking that Abigail just might be an April baby instead of May baby... All I ask is that she be completely mature enough to be able to leave the hospital when I do that all of her organs be at full working potential at birth. I would kind of like her to wait till after next Saturday (April 12th) this will be our 5th yr anniversary, but I will await and look forward to her arrival whichever date she chooses. Babies have a way of doing that you know... coming when they are darn good and ready. I don't think the hurting as of yet is contractions but geeeee it still hurts.

Life as we now know it

Life as we know it is about to change. Our little girl is going to make her appearance sooner or later… hopefully sooner. I can only think that all the struggles and tribulations that we have been through as a couple have been for a reason. Why? I am sure that I will never know, but then again God doesn’t say to us He will give us the answers. That is where our trust and faith come in and we have to know that He will give us the strength to get through each day.

Sleepless nights and long filled days are just around the corner. I hope that I remember that no matter how tired, sleepy, grumpy or even agitated I get that she doesn’t have a schedule in place that I will remember to treasure each moment as though it could be my last. I think I have lived my life in such a way that I don’t have any regrets and I want no regrets when it comes to Abigail. I know that I will not be the perfect mother; there will be times that I fail her and myself. I hope that I can learn to forgive myself and that she will forgive me too when I do fail.

Brian and I can’t wait for her arrival. WOW life is going to change~~~ Bring the change on.

32 weeks 7 days....

Whew... sigh. I am ending week 33 today... 7 weeks to go. I am so tired, exhuasted, and so very ready for her to be here. The weather is starting to get to me. I am hot, but refuse to turn the air on just yet. So here is to hoping relief comes soon in the form of cooler weather and a baby...

Just collecting my thoughts~long

The past 33 weeks have been a real eye opener for me. I have plenty of time to think about what I want for our daughter and what I want from myself as her mother.

I want above all for Abigail to know that she is loved and was thought about with love and joy from day one even if there were days I wondered how much longer can I endure the discomforts associated with pregnancy. Although, many times I have said I would go through everything ten times over just to be where I am today with her. Someone asked me yesterday, “Has your pregnancy gone by slowly or has it flown by?” I would have to say flown by even though there are times it seems to drag… maybe because I am so impatient to have her in my arms. They say to enjoy pregnancy, because it is a time frame you don’t ever get the chance to relive or get back. When Abigail is born there will be a whole new set of milestones to look forward to, but right now…I treasure those late night kicks (even if I wake up tired). I know I will miss the times that Brian and I sat and listened to her heart beating wildly, (like a stampede of galloping horses). We will miss the talking to her, reading to her, popping her little butt while in my womb just to get her to move or punch back. I cried the first time I felt her move and then I wanted to feel it all the time.

I am glad to know that my dad (her grandpa) will be there for her and calls me weekly to find out how I am doing, how his grandbaby is doing, how much longer before she gets here? It is way too cute. I am glad my mother (her grandma) is excited and calls to see if there is anything she can do for me, can she bring a meal or plant some flowers in my flower bed. I am glad and honored to know that her soon to be grandparents take such an interest in her and have long before we reached this stage of the game. I know that they will be active in her life and will want to do things with her. I am pleased to know that my daughter will have aunts, and uncles, and cousins that will love and care for her. That have prayed and wanted her here. I do know that Brian’s sister, Johnna will play a very active and loving role in Abigail’s life and I am very happy and grateful for that, as well. I must say it has been good to know that there are members of Brian’s extended family that call and want to be a part of her life, from both his dad and mom’s side. I know that my daughter will be well loved. And that means the most to me as a mother. It saddens me to think that Brian’s mom, Debra Charlynn isn’t here. I have only ever heard what a loving mom and wife she was, and how much she wanted grandchildren. I am sorry that I never got to meet her before marrying her son. Her children, (Brian and Johnna) have told me so much about her. Brian’s dad will be her pawpaw (grandpa). This is his first grandchild, his granddaughter, Abigail. I am hoping that there will be a bond between them.

I am her mother, the person that loved her, prayed for her, and wanted her with all of my heart. I am going to proctect her to the best of my ability. That is a mother’s job! And I take on my role has mother with love and with a passion that won’t be denied.

Am I there Yet?

...Not quite but almost. Praise be to God. I don't know if I can handle getting any bigger. I don't sleep well at night. (you try this with a watermelon taped to your stomach) I hope there are a few men who will try this to see what this feels like for a woman.

Update on my niece ~ Rachael Morgan

Bob, Becky, and Rachael Morgan (Easter '08~3 months old)

Yes, Aunt Hannah bought you the outfit.. but you look more adorable than ever. Can't wait to see you.