Weekly update!
How far along?: 34 weeks, 2 days.
Weight gain/loss: Colin went to my Dr's appt on Monday and I was concentrating on him so didn't catch the gain. I'm sure a couple more lbs.
Symptoms: starting to get heartburn/acid reflux. lots of Braxton Hicks/contractions and pressure. rings are starting to get tight :(
Gender: Team Green! Getting really excited to find out if it's a boy or girl
Sleep?: Becoming increasingly more difficult. Baby gets pissed (aka: very aggressively active) if I lay on my right side but my left hip throbs if I lay on it for any period of time. So I spend alot of time tossing back and forth in addition to my 5+ pee breaks a night :)
Best moment this week?: Baby Shower earlier this week! It was so nice to be able to celebrate the miracle of this child.
Movement: Still very active - so much so that it bruised me. quite the little soccer or gymnastic already.
Food cravings/aversions: just tend to like food in general lately :)
What I miss?: being able to walk/stand for long periods of time without having a million contractions or heavy pressure
What I am looking forward to?: more of these nice days! trying to get some quality family of 3 time in before baby gets here!
Size of Baby: according to baby center: Your baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long
What I’m nervous about: how long our "To Do" list is and how I'm going to physically be able to work for potenitally another 6 weeks.
We had some beautiful weather here on Tuesday - beautiful blue skies, lots of sunshine and perfect mid 70s temps. Since I knew rain was in the near future, I said we must spend the evening outside! So as soon as Mike got home from work, we hopped in the car and headed to the airport for dinner and to watch the airplanes. 
Colin realized he had to go to the bathroom. Thankfully Mike was with us since the only nearby bathroom was this lovely outhouse. yuck.
Colin realized he had to go to the bathroom. Thankfully Mike was with us since the only nearby bathroom was this lovely outhouse. yuck.
Weekly update!
How far along?: 33 weeks, 2 days
Weight gain/loss: official Dr amount: 9 lbs
Symptoms: feeling REALLY pregnant and like I could/should go into labor at any time.
Gender: Team Green
Sleep?: would have more if I didn't get up 5-8 times a night to pee
Best moment this week?: heading up north for our anniversary!!
Movement: all the time
Food cravings/aversions: nothing major this week
What I miss?: being able to walk without feeling like I might go into labor
What I am looking forward to?: the weather continuing to get nicer
Size of Baby: according to baby center: This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark
What I’m nervous about: both going into labor really early and also having to be pregnant for potentially another 7 weeks lol
How far along?: 33 weeks, 2 days
Weight gain/loss: official Dr amount: 9 lbs
Symptoms: feeling REALLY pregnant and like I could/should go into labor at any time.
Gender: Team Green
Sleep?: would have more if I didn't get up 5-8 times a night to pee
Best moment this week?: heading up north for our anniversary!!
Movement: all the time
Food cravings/aversions: nothing major this week
What I miss?: being able to walk without feeling like I might go into labor
What I am looking forward to?: the weather continuing to get nicer
Size of Baby: according to baby center: This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark
What I’m nervous about: both going into labor really early and also having to be pregnant for potentially another 7 weeks lol
Colin: I need a drink of water
Mommy: Use your manners please.
Colin: I want a drink of water
Mommy: I think you are forgetting the magic word
-pause-
Colin: Meeska, Mooska, Mickey Mouse!
Mommy: Use your manners please.
Colin: I want a drink of water
Mommy: I think you are forgetting the magic word
-pause-
Colin: Meeska, Mooska, Mickey Mouse!
written by: Angie Smith
posted on:(in)courage
For the record, it was Todd’s fault.
I don’t even remember the specifics of our “disagreement,” but I am quite confident he was in the wrong. I don’t back down as readily as some of my “really good at being submissive” friends, and I recognize that it’s something I need to be better at doing. For some strange reason, I seem to forget this factoid when I am knee-deep in self-righteous bickering and convinced that I am one witty comment away from victory.
But this particular night, I bit my tongue. I stepped on my pride momentarily and offered the kind of olive branch that was (sadly) uncharacteristic of me when I am mad (and also, right. Just in case you hadn’t picked up on that part).
I saw Todd’s face settle, assessing me in order to see if this was just a gimmick to lead up to my final blow, and it made me cringe. He knew that I could, and he was waiting because he assumed that I would.
But I didn’t.
I told him I was sorry and that I didn’t think it was his fault (that part was kind of a white lie. As previously stated I am convinced he was in the wrong. Carry on.)
As I looked at his face softening, I thought about the day I walked down a long aisle to get to him, knowing he was the only one I would ever love this way. And what in the world was I thinking right now? That somehow me proving how smart I was would change our marriage and make him look at me the way he did from the other end of the church?
So I stopped myself. I took a breath and apologized.
And in my head I heard the words, “You can do one better.”
And I did. In fact, I did more than one better because as soon as I started going I couldn’t stop. All I desired was to feel like I had built him up and swallowed my own ugly pride.
It turned out well, as you can imagine, and I walked away from it feeling like I had done the right thing.
I’m not saying it’s easy, but these two words have helped me make some really good and life-giving choices over the past several weeks…
One better.
I walk through the family room and notice a cup on the floor. I absentmindedly pick it up and start to walk to the sink.
One better, Ang.
So I go back, straighten the pillows, quickly gather the books scattered on the ground, and deposit the kids shoes in the shoe bin where they belong.
My friend calls to tell me about her business trip and all I can think is that I have deadlines that are crushing me and I don’t have time for the details. I catch myself, close the computer, and tell her I want to go on the porch so I can focus on what she’s saying.
It was just one better.
My daughter comes to me after having her feelings hurt, and I have a great talk with her. I mention Scripture I think will help her, I hug her, and I tell her I want to pray for her. It was good, but I knew I could just do one better.
I asked her if she wanted to go get a hot chocolate at the coffee shop down the road. We had a blast. When we got home, Todd had started making dinner and I told him I appreciated it.
And then I deliberately walked over to him, took his face in my hands, and told him what a good man he was.
It’s hard to do everything, but it isn’t hard to just do one better.
Make a note to yourself today and hang it where you will see it. As you walk through the day, instead of feeling like you can’t do it all, just remember-you don’t have to.
You will not believe the way these two little words start to shape your hours and your heart…so go ahead…do one better.
I dare you.
No wait, I DOUBLE dare you (see? It works for everything!)
posted on:(in)courage
For the record, it was Todd’s fault.
I don’t even remember the specifics of our “disagreement,” but I am quite confident he was in the wrong. I don’t back down as readily as some of my “really good at being submissive” friends, and I recognize that it’s something I need to be better at doing. For some strange reason, I seem to forget this factoid when I am knee-deep in self-righteous bickering and convinced that I am one witty comment away from victory.
But this particular night, I bit my tongue. I stepped on my pride momentarily and offered the kind of olive branch that was (sadly) uncharacteristic of me when I am mad (and also, right. Just in case you hadn’t picked up on that part).
I saw Todd’s face settle, assessing me in order to see if this was just a gimmick to lead up to my final blow, and it made me cringe. He knew that I could, and he was waiting because he assumed that I would.
But I didn’t.
I told him I was sorry and that I didn’t think it was his fault (that part was kind of a white lie. As previously stated I am convinced he was in the wrong. Carry on.)
As I looked at his face softening, I thought about the day I walked down a long aisle to get to him, knowing he was the only one I would ever love this way. And what in the world was I thinking right now? That somehow me proving how smart I was would change our marriage and make him look at me the way he did from the other end of the church?
So I stopped myself. I took a breath and apologized.
And in my head I heard the words, “You can do one better.”
And I did. In fact, I did more than one better because as soon as I started going I couldn’t stop. All I desired was to feel like I had built him up and swallowed my own ugly pride.
It turned out well, as you can imagine, and I walked away from it feeling like I had done the right thing.
I’m not saying it’s easy, but these two words have helped me make some really good and life-giving choices over the past several weeks…
One better.
I walk through the family room and notice a cup on the floor. I absentmindedly pick it up and start to walk to the sink.
One better, Ang.
So I go back, straighten the pillows, quickly gather the books scattered on the ground, and deposit the kids shoes in the shoe bin where they belong.
My friend calls to tell me about her business trip and all I can think is that I have deadlines that are crushing me and I don’t have time for the details. I catch myself, close the computer, and tell her I want to go on the porch so I can focus on what she’s saying.
It was just one better.
My daughter comes to me after having her feelings hurt, and I have a great talk with her. I mention Scripture I think will help her, I hug her, and I tell her I want to pray for her. It was good, but I knew I could just do one better.
I asked her if she wanted to go get a hot chocolate at the coffee shop down the road. We had a blast. When we got home, Todd had started making dinner and I told him I appreciated it.
And then I deliberately walked over to him, took his face in my hands, and told him what a good man he was.
It’s hard to do everything, but it isn’t hard to just do one better.
Make a note to yourself today and hang it where you will see it. As you walk through the day, instead of feeling like you can’t do it all, just remember-you don’t have to.
You will not believe the way these two little words start to shape your hours and your heart…so go ahead…do one better.
I dare you.
No wait, I DOUBLE dare you (see? It works for everything!)
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