{37 Weeks}

Woo-hoo!!  We have hit “full term”!  In theory, it would be safe for our baby girl to make her appearance this week, and although I am getting anxious to meet her, I am still not sick of being pregnant or ready to give her an eviction notice.  I will, however, start drinking red raspberry leaf tea and go walking to try to encourage her to not get too terribly comfortable.  Because I’d really rather not be pregnant for 42 weeks!  I’m pretty sure that she is engaged now, but I also think that she is OP (sunny side up), so hopefully she will turn around by the time she is born.

She has plenty of clothes!

She has plenty of clothes!


We are almost done with her room, and I really need to take some more pictures, but I don’t want to take pictures of the mess that it currently is.  The picture to the right will at least give you an idea of the theme… travel/Europe!

As part of our Bradley childbirth classes we were encouraged to write a letter to the baby and I finally did that today.  It’s tough, though!  I think that we will definitely be glad that we did it and hopefully the letters are something that she will enjoy someday.

Let the countdown to parenthood truly begin now!  5 weeks or less until we get to meet our baby girl!!


36 Weeks

Our little babycakes has made it to 36 weeks!  Only 4 more until her due date!  Although I keep telling people that I fully expect to be pregnant for 42 weeks, which inevitably gets me some push back from some, but I’ve been able to deal with that just fine.

Over the weekend we went to St. Augustine for a babymoon and we had a great time just being together.  We learned two things about St. Augustinians:

  1. They like to smoke
  2. They love talking to pregnant women.

Even Andrew commented about everyone wanting to talk to me.  There was one guy driving around in a convertible who stopped at a stop sign and asked me how much longer I had.  That is just one example and it was really kind of funny.

I did come to a point last weekend where I was very annoyed with pregnancy and would have been ready for her to come at any time, but thankfully that has passed and I feel like I could be pregnant for many more weeks.  I started having some pre-labor contractions  and I’m probably about the only person ever who is actually enjoying contractions.  I know that I’ll probably get annoyed with them soon, but I know that they are just preparing my body and my sweet girl, and hopefully it means that things will get going relatively soon and that I’ll have a shorter labor.  But for now, I’m just enjoying being pregnant and letting her mature.

Not Offended, But….

… sometimes people who are ignorant should just remain quiet.  Case and point, today I was asked if I was having more than one baby when I said I still had a month left of pregnancy.  And I’ve had people say that I look like I’m due anytime since 22 weeks.  Yes, I look very pregnant these days, and, yes, I’ve been carrying low, but I also look pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.  I don’t have a picture to prove it (we keep forgetting to take our weekly pictures!), but you can just take my word for it.

I’m not offended when people make ignorant statements like above, but it does make me wonder if these people have ever seen a woman who is 9 months pregnant.


Some days when the world seems especially screwed up, I worry about my unborn daughter’s future and wonder how she will ever make it in this crazy, messed up, godless world.  But then I read things like

How sweet to hold a newborn baby, and feel the pride and joy [s]he gives; But greater still the calm assurance: This child can face uncertain days because He lives

Such wise words.  And I, and my daughter, can face tomorrow because He lives!!

{Third Trimester}

You know you’re in the third trimester of your pregnancy when:

  • you look at your ankle and wonder where they went
  • you can no longer use a normal bath towel when you get out of the shower
  • you feel like you are folding the baby when you try to bend over
  • tying your shoes becomes an Olympic event
  • you feel like you deserve a gold medal for pooping
  • you can no longer bend over
  • you can’t see your feet when you stand up
  • you have to go to the bathroom more in three hours than you used to go in a day
  • you start trying to move the baby away from your ribs when she gets nestled there
  • you see your belly button from an angle you’ve never seen it before
  • people start telling you that you look like you are ready to deliver
  • you get more excited/anxious/nervous about meeting your baby every day.

The Fourth Fisherman

The Fourth Fisherman by Joe Kissack is a true story that weaves Joe’s personal history of grace and redemption with the lives of three Mexican fishermen who were lost at sea for nearly nine months.  Joe is a former TV executive who “had it all”, but was totally empty inside, and was filled only when he recognized his need for Christ.  The fishermen were lost at sea, but had all that they needed because they had their faith in the Lord and He provided for them.

I had never heard the story of these Mexican fishermen and it is really astounding.  These men miraculously survived a totally impossible situation that is worthy of a movie deal, and yet, their story has largely been untold.  This book is worth the read just to hear their story.  It is amazing.  You can start reading the first chapter here.  You can also get a copy for yourself here.  I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did!

BloggingForBooks-125x125I received a copy of this book for free as part of the Blogging for Books program through WaterBrook Multnomah.  All opinions are 100% mine.  Don’t forget to rate my review on their website!