Back to Church, Finally!

Has anyone ever watched Sister Wives? Laura and I have spent the last few hours watching the show on TLC. I consider myself to be a pretty open-minded person, but this family baffles me. I'm glad it works for them, but I have way too many negative things to say about polygamous marriages. I am sorry. I'm just not sure how this kind of relationship could be healthy for anyone involved.

On a totally different note, we took Trae to church for the first time today. I am slowly getting braver with getting him out, but I am still terrified of him getting germs somewhere. I see little kids, and all I think is little RSV carriers! I just want to protect him from everything. I have the feeling I will be like that for awhile. Trae was perfect during church. He slept the whole time. I have to admit, I was relieved because I didn't want to be that lady with the baby that starts screaming in the middle of the prayer.

Now, for the next day of the 30 Day Photo Challenge.

Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.

I have two favorite, very special memories, so I am going to put two pictures up today...

Favorite memory 1: The day Trae was born. Holy cow, I was so swollen in this picture, but I still love it. It is actually the only one I have of all three of us after Trae was born. I still fall more in love with this baby everyday. That's not to say that we haven't had some hard days, but he is just so wonderful.

Favorite memory 2: The day I got married. Wonderful man, wonderful wedding, wonderful reception, wonderful marriage, the end.

Fear of the Unknown

This is going to be a rather short post, but since I haven't written anything in quite a few days, I felt like I needed to write something. Oh my. Time is flying by. I can't believe that I will be at full term tomorrow. Basically, that means that Trae could come safely at any time now. Of course, it is best that he stays in there a few more weeks, so we will see what he decides to do.

One thing that has kind of scared me about the last few weeks of this pregnancy is the fear of the unknown. I am a planner. I like to have a specific time and day for everything. Art is completely unlike this. He likes spur-of-the-moment events. He does not feel the need to plan anything and gets frustrated that I love to have a plan for every day. When it comes to Trae, I have no idea of what day he is going to come, much less what time. Since Art is away so much for work, this tends to worry me sometimes. What if he comes when Art is away? Will he get here in time? What am I supposed to do? Why can't I just know when it will all happen? I know that the whole thing will be a beautiful surprise. I am just trying to adjust to this method of thinking. My life will no longer be so planned once I have this little baby. I am trying to rest in the fact that God knows exactly when and He wants what is best for me. Therefore, I do not need to spend my days worrying.

Trae's second and last baby shower was last weekend. We got so many lovely things. My parents were here for the shower, which was fantastic. My parents are just wonderful. I miss them so much. When they were here, I had my very own dog walker, aka, my dad. My mom spent a lot of time helping me in the baby room, so it is finally getting somewhere! I am beginning to feel like it will be ready for him when he gets here! I will have pictures up as soon as everything gets in order.

Last night I slept like a normal person. I am hoping that was the end to my insomnia. We will see. Goodnight.

I guess it's time to start blogging... At least that's what my husband tells me. I need something to call a "hobby." I have been blessed to be (f)unemployed for the last six months. I like to say I am retired, but I guess soon, I will say I am a "stay at home mom." This little blog will be about my little family. I am married to a wonderful man who I met on my very first day of college. We have been married for over a year, which is crazy. I never thought I would be where I am right now.

Our life is about to change... a lot. In about a month, we will have a baby. I can't wait... I think. I looked at our little countdown today and it said there were 33 days left. That is more than overwhelming to me. I am so far from having things ready. I love to plan. I love lists. I love to have things done weeks before hand. However, for some reason, I have nothing done for the baby. I am absolutely so excited for him to be here, but I think I am in a little bit of denial. His room is a disaster. The clothes are not washed or hung up. I have no thoughts of packing a bag before hand. For some reason, none of this worries me, which is weird. I am the worlds best worrier. In any other situation, I would be stressed out of my mind, but I am completely stress-free about the fact that there is nothing done. I'm sure it will all work out... See the lack of stress? It's great. I am completely convinced thatI am going to end up having my baby in the car because I will be in denial that I am in labor. And, hey, if I do, I will have more to write about, right?

So this is life, and I am pretty pleased with it. I hope you enjoy reading.