I finally got to feel the baby moving! We went in for them to run the doppler and find the heartbeat and Pancake decided to do somersaults and throw a few kicks and punches. We were laughing so hard that the tech could barely focus. Pancake loves to wiggle!
The next great thing was that I went back to Zumba and it sparked the fire in me that I thought was starting to dwindle. I am so ecstatic to be a part of a class that has three pregnant ladies and a pregnant instructor!! God knew what he was doing when he was making us wait. He was thinking, "I know you want a child but I bet you would enjoy it that much more if you got to share it with your best friend AND Zumba instructor." It is crazy how God knows me better than I could EVER know myself.
I am excited for this week because we have a baby shower to go to (which I used to dread), we have a second trimester pregnancy class, and then this weekend we have the Marriage Conference that effects and saves so many marriages and I just love to watch God save what I believe is most important and sacred in life.
Then on Sunday it is my 26th birthday! I will be celebrating with my wonderful husband and then the next morning we find out what our baby's sex is. My grandmother and I will be baking a cake and then on tuesday we have Pancakes "coming out" party. This week is nothing short of 100% fantastic.
Nothing makes me happier than getting to share my life with the people around me. I am sure that is why God has placed so many amazing people in our lives and continues to bless us with what we need instead of what we want.
Just Making Pancakes
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Maternity Pants and a Grandpa for Pancake...
Maternity Pants
I would like to yack about what I think of maternity pants. I LOVE them. They are comfortable and easy to get on and off 500 times a day especially when your baby is sitting and jumping on your bladder. When you go to The Motherhood Maternity store however they must know I like them because they crank the price up on them. $80 for a pair of pants you are going to where for 6 months at the most? I think not. I ended up at Kohls and got a pair of "Oh Baby" maternity pants for $32 (still ridiculous if you ask me). I am desperate, however, and the maternity industry knows you will eventually cave and pay the outlandish price simply because streaking is not socially appropriate, or comfortable in 20 degree weather. Awesome.
A Grandpa for Pancake
Where can I find one? One that will make him/her dress up as a penguin and march in the parade at Christmas time? One that gives them useless trinkets and teaches them how to fake something is nice even though it will be add to the landfill once grandpa is no longer in the field of vision? Or maybe one that charges a quarter to play with his belly button. One that if you get to close while he is sleeping will make a funny noise and kiss you because he knew you were coming. These are all of the things I had and I wish Pancake would get to experience these things too. A grandpa that will fix everything and never buy it new. A papa who will take you out on the boat and teach you how to hang on for dear life to the innertube he is pulling behind the boat at ridiculous speeds. How about one that will love his/her grandma until the end of time. Or one that you know good and well you walk like, and look like when you are sleeping. Or a grandma that is dedicated to making many memories while we still have the chance. Who shows up to every concert, ball game, and event you can imagine even if they were just released from the hospital hours before. A gramma that mails Christmas cookies in a cake box wrapped in moving tape just so you had a taste of home even if you were not going to be there. Or makes sure your penguin suit was covered in lights so you would not get hit by cars in the dark when you were trailing behind grandpa. How about a house that would make you smell like cake even if it was not being baked when you were there?
Am I asking too much? Perhaps I had all of these things because I was truly blessed. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for giving me something to tell Pancake about and show him/her how wonderful life truly can be.
I would like to yack about what I think of maternity pants. I LOVE them. They are comfortable and easy to get on and off 500 times a day especially when your baby is sitting and jumping on your bladder. When you go to The Motherhood Maternity store however they must know I like them because they crank the price up on them. $80 for a pair of pants you are going to where for 6 months at the most? I think not. I ended up at Kohls and got a pair of "Oh Baby" maternity pants for $32 (still ridiculous if you ask me). I am desperate, however, and the maternity industry knows you will eventually cave and pay the outlandish price simply because streaking is not socially appropriate, or comfortable in 20 degree weather. Awesome.
A Grandpa for Pancake
Where can I find one? One that will make him/her dress up as a penguin and march in the parade at Christmas time? One that gives them useless trinkets and teaches them how to fake something is nice even though it will be add to the landfill once grandpa is no longer in the field of vision? Or maybe one that charges a quarter to play with his belly button. One that if you get to close while he is sleeping will make a funny noise and kiss you because he knew you were coming. These are all of the things I had and I wish Pancake would get to experience these things too. A grandpa that will fix everything and never buy it new. A papa who will take you out on the boat and teach you how to hang on for dear life to the innertube he is pulling behind the boat at ridiculous speeds. How about one that will love his/her grandma until the end of time. Or one that you know good and well you walk like, and look like when you are sleeping. Or a grandma that is dedicated to making many memories while we still have the chance. Who shows up to every concert, ball game, and event you can imagine even if they were just released from the hospital hours before. A gramma that mails Christmas cookies in a cake box wrapped in moving tape just so you had a taste of home even if you were not going to be there. Or makes sure your penguin suit was covered in lights so you would not get hit by cars in the dark when you were trailing behind grandpa. How about a house that would make you smell like cake even if it was not being baked when you were there?
Am I asking too much? Perhaps I had all of these things because I was truly blessed. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for giving me something to tell Pancake about and show him/her how wonderful life truly can be.
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