Category: Motherhood

  • You’re a Watermelon! :: Pregnancy at 9 {or 10} Months

    Wow! Everyone was right! The last few weeks are HARD! I’ve been blessed with such a wonderful pregnancy that I guess I really didn’t think I’d get this uncomfortable. But, yes, it happened to me, too – clothes that just don’t fit quite right anymore, inability to tie my shoes (or even put them on for that matter), and bathroom breaks with some sleep tossed in between at night.

    As I write this, I am already three days past my due date. By the time this post publishes it will be a week. Earlier in my pregnancy my gut feeling was that she would come after her due date. I only thought that because she seemed like such a chilled out and content baby. I wasn’t sick much, she didn’t worry me with lack of movement, and overall it was just an enjoyable, wonderful experience. Then, two of my friends’ first babies came early – by a few weeks – and I became convinced she was going to come early too. So now that her due date has come and gone, I don’t know what to think! But I do know that I am really excited to meet her!

    Here’s a glimpse through this exciting exhausting month!

     

    How Big Baby Is Now: 

    Our sweet baby girl is the size of a watermelon now, but believe it or not she still finds plenty of room to do her Olympic-style gymnastics in there. According to our latest ultrasound she is about seven pounds!

    How Baby Has Changed:

    She’s all done at this point! Except that she’s really comfy in there and not quite ready to meet the world yet! I must have made a good home for her over the past nine months! In her ultrasound picture her arm is in front of her face, and she’s just hanging out!

    How Big Mommy is Now:

    Huge! In the past two weeks I’ve gotten my first, “Wow! You look like you’re ready to go!” comments from strangers in public. That was my clue that I do look as big as I feel.

    How Mommy Feels:

    I feel uncomfortable. Some days are better than others, but overall I am ready to feel back to normal. One of the biggest frustrations is terrible, terrible acid reflux/heartburn. Oh, it is so bad! I hear that this means she has a lot of hair. I hope so (and I secretly hope it’s dark like mine)!

    What Mommy Eats:

    Same as always! Maybe a little less than I was earlier, but I still eat anything that I normally ate.

    Our Doctor Visits:

    We have been going to the doctor every week, and I will go again at 41 weeks. At that appointment they will do a non-stress test on the baby to make sure she’s doing well. At our last ultrasound she was doing really well, moving and growing like she should. We are blessed that she is so healthy!

    The Birthing Plan:

    The birthing plan is the same at this point. I will have a water birth as long as she comes before the 42 week mark and there are no complications making a different plan medically necessary. If she has not come by 42 weeks, then I will have to be induced. I do not want this at all, but the research shows that this is probably best for her. If I am induced, then I will not be able to have a water birth.

    Decorating the Nursery:

    The nursery is completely finished! I sit in there every morning to have my quiet time, and I love it! We have also prayed over her room to get ready for her arrival. You can see pictures of the nursery in this post.

    Daddy News:

    Well, Daddy knows that Baby Girl loves him lots since he made it through the Georgia/Florida football game with no emergencies! No, for real he wants her to come whenever she’s ready. He did mention that he is ready to not have to bend over to talk to her and feel her and is ready for her to just be in his arms! He is gearing up and getting a lot of rest for his all-important job of labor coach and sanity keeper for me!

    Thoughts on Being a Mommy:

    I think that God is ingenious with causing more discomfort at the end of pregnancy so that women are ready to say, “I want this baby out!” Only about three short weeks ago I was mourning my pregnancy almost being over. Now granted, it was an easy, lovely pregnancy, so I had no complaints. I thought about how I would miss feeling her move and kick and having her so close to me. I imagined the fact that for the rest of her life she will move further and further away from me, in a physical sense, as she gains independence and becomes an adult.

    Then, the last few weeks happened.

    And I got bigger and bigger, so it seemed. I could no longer reach to get dishes out of the cupboard or wash my hands without drenching my shirt. And eating. It’s just plain messy! So at this point I am ready, and I think that is God’s perfect plan so that we’re ready to work hard and push this baby out during labor!

    So here we are. Patiently waiting for our baby girl to make her debut! I am sure the announcement will come soon!

     

    If you haven’t read, I’m planning a water birth in the hospital, and this book, Unbound Birth, has been so helpful! If you are planning or considering a natural birth in the hospital I highly recommend it! You can get it here for only $4.99!!

    And have you checked out Deborah and Co. yet? They offer comfortable, modest clothing for women including maternity clothes! Some of their most loved items are their fleece lined leggings, modest layering shells and cami’s, and custom made maternity skirts. Be sure to check out their website! This is the perfect gift for Christmas!

    Wanna see our progress from the beginning? Check out these posts:

    You’re a Honeydew! :: Pregnancy at 8 Months

    You’re a Butternut Squash! :: Pregnancy at 7 Months 

    You’re an Eggplant! :: Pregnancy at 6 Months

    You’re a Girl! :: Pregnancy at 5 Months

    You’re an Avocado! :: Pregnancy at 4 Months

    You’re a Peach! :: Pregnancy at 3 Months

    Did any of you go past your due date with your babies? What was that like? How did you cope? Share with me!

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  • I’m a Stay-at-Home-Mom Without a Soul to Call “Friend”

    Welcome to our series, Motherhood: More than Meets the Eye, where every week until December 18th eight bloggers explore what the world of motherhood truly looks like and how even though each unique, we’re all on a mission! Please join us!


    This post is part of our motherhood series. You can see all the posts here.

    On July 11, 2012 I wrote the following in my journal (four months after arriving in my new home):

    Oh how I long for friends, but fear being vulnerable. Having a toddler certainly makes it harder to meet people and develop relationships. Of course, I have no regrets about being a stay at home mom, nor do I harbor an ounce of bitterness toward my baby, because being a mom is one of my greatest joys. It is a gift and a blessing! Yet, I long for friendships. I’m lonely.

    For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. ~Romans 5:6

    Pull me out of my fatness and need for comfort and ease. Give me eyes to see Your will.

    I was so tired of waiting for 5 o’clock to get here so I’d have another adult to talk to. I was so tired of wondering if we’d ever have friends. I was so tired of going to the park by myself. I was so tired of waiting on the Lord to supply friendships and fellowship in one of the most un-churched towns in Colorado. I was so tired and so lonely.

    How does a lonely stay at home mom without community do it?

    Join Leigh Ann today at Intentional by Grace as she explores dealing with the isolation that sometimes comes with being a Stay-at-Home-Mom.

    Want to read all of the posts in this series? Check them out by clicking here!

     

  • Five Minute Friday :: Race of Motherhood

    Today is Five Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo! Our topic is Race, and we’re writing for five minutes without interruption, edits, or worries. Will you join us?

     

    Last year I ran a race. It was a long race. It was a hard race. There were a lot of hills.

    I trained for months, running up and down streets, pushing to go longer and harder. On race day I didn’t stop once.

    When I crossed the finish line, and I put on the brakes allowing my legs to stop, they could barely hold me up. They wobbled, and I remembered when Bambi first stood up to walk.

    I gasped for air and immediately tears began streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe it was over. I made it. The finish line was now behind me.

    In two short weeks from today (according to the calendar) I will run a race of a different kind. But this one will not end as quickly. It will continue for the continuation of my life and then even further, into eternity. And the prize of the finish line will come before I even begin running – in the form of a baby.

    Of course the first hill will no doubt be the most difficult – physically – as I push this new life out into the world – unmedicated and in water. But that will only be the beginning. The first hill.

    As I look at the race I am about to begin – the race of motherhood – I feel much less prepared than I did last year running that race on asphalt and concrete. This race I didn’t really prepare for. I didn’t really know how.

    So then, is this really a race at all, or more of a ride? A ride of a lifetime with ups and downs and curves and detours. A ride with Someone else steering the train. Someone else carrying me to places I am unprepared to go?

    I think it has to be.

    For this race will not end. And my legs will not be able to sustain me. My Someone, my Savior, will have to carry me. I’ll just enjoy the ride.

    What race are you running right now?  

  • Five Minute Friday: Welcome

    Five Minute Friday is here again. We write for five minutes on a given topic. The difference? We write from our souls where’s there’s no worry or correcting or contemplating. It is Lisa-Jo’s idea, and she writes here. Will you join us? Today’s topic is Welcome.

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    Welcome to this world, little baby girl. Welcome to this place prepared just for you. Welcome to the wood and brick built up to keep you safe and sound. Welcome in, to the love, that these walls witnessed before you were known.

    Welcome to a calling that you will one day know. A special purpose laid in your bones before time here began.

    Welcome to a life that’s beauty covers its muddle. A life that’s confusion has peace only through a Savior.

    Welcome to the mystery. The mystery we contemplate each day of why we’re here, what we’re doing, and what this all means.

    Welcome to your adventure. One that must be lived. The days of fall and days of triumph. Days that will prepare you.

    Welcome to salvation. Our only hope of getting through and to a place of Glory.

    Welcome in, to the Love, the only Love, that will carry you.

    Five Minute Friday

    What are you welcoming today? 

  • Five Minute Friday :: Grasp

    Five Minute FridayIt’s Five-Minute Friday! Where we write for five minutes on a certain topic without fretting or correcting. Today I reflect on my last month of pregnancy. It’s been a smooth one, so for me it’s bitter-sweet. I grasp at these last days. Will you join me?

    It’s a funny thing, really. For eight months since I looked down and saw proof of your presence on that little-plastic-stick I have prepared to meet you.

    EG 2

    I’ve read. I’ve decorated. I’ve shopped. I’ve prayed.

    Now with only one month left to go I grasp at every last moment. Wondering when will be the last time I feel your kicks inside of me. The last time I have you this close.

    Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to see your face. To see your daddy and me all mixed up in you. I can’t wait to feel your skin and soothe your cries.

    But when I let you loose you’ll be loose forever. No longer tucked safe. No longer protected from this big world out here.

    And then I will grasp for different things.

    For your protection, your health, and your love for Jesus.

    Once you’re released from me know that I will still always be here. As if you never left. You will never have to grasp for me.

    So today I grasp for each movement you make, each response you give, each sign that you are still with me. And I try my best to hold on.

    Because soon you will be in my arms.

    What are you grasping today? 

  • Why I Don’t Want to Be a Fighter in the Mommy Wars

    Why I Don’t Want to Be a Fighter in the Mommy Wars

    In our house, college football is not just a sport, it’s a fall tradition.

    Every fall not only do I decorate with brown, orange, and yellow, but I also pull out the red and black. There is a combination of scarecrows and pumpkins, bulldogs and big G’s.

    And the roots are deep. My husband and I went to the University of Georgia, but so did my in-laws, and then they moved right there in town, so my husband wore red and black all of his growing up years, and he also breathed it’s air.

    We live in North Carolina now, but every fall we make the trip to Athens, Georgia to see our beloved Bulldogs play. If we’re not traveling, then Saturdays are reserved for afternoon football in the living room.

    Until this year.

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