MANIAC

I've been a bit of a spazoid lately, really, just ask Kday. It brings back vivid memories of my infertility treatment years. Hormones galore and feeling a little trapped in my own mind and body is the least attractive combination a person (seeking balance) could ask for. Poor Kday and Miss Mary got an ear full and a shirt sleeve of blubbering bawl baby snot nosed tear fest yesterday. But after the kids went to bed at 7:30 I was able to pull myself together and before I knew it... it was 1:45 am and I was sewing like a maniac and crossing things off my TDL (to do list).

We are OFFICIALLY and completely ready for this baby (who has a new nick name that we'll discuss later) to arrive. All the waiting around and expecting this baby for the past three weeks left me feeling like "I don't have time to finish that project" because I thought he'd be here any second. Now that I know he's taking his sweet time arriving, and now that I'm on a hormonal roller coaster... I decided to complete all the lingering finishing touches.

A little re-aranging of the closet space to make room for both baby's needs

#3's Side of the closet

Something tells me we're going to need more space eventually for spare diaper storage

Due to our living circumstances we've been bathing the kids in the kitchen sink. But after a lot of thought I've decided it would be easier on everyone if I could create a way to bathe the kids in our downstairs shower. A simple new baby bath and voila. 

I simplified the original bath box and moved it downstairs.

I'm always changing diapers upstairs because it's a total pain to haul everyone downstairs every time there's a messy diaper... So I created an "official" changing station on the main level of the house. 

I'm sure it's going to need re-stocking VERY often when #3 arrives.

It houses all three sizes of diapers. Wipes. Change Pad. Powder & Lotion

Here's where the late night sewing comes to fruition.

Finished #3's car seat cover. 

I'm trying really hard not to let it bug me that they're not matchy matchy.

The car seats don't match because only 1 certain car seat measured narrow enough to fit in our car.

It mega bugs me. 

But I figure non matching car seats = non matching covers. 

I still need to hand sew the binding on these softies. 

I'm obsessed, these are so fun to make and I couldn't just make one. 

This way each of the boys will have a few back up softies. 

FLIP FLOPS IN JANUARY

I held to my guns this morning at the doctors office when he asked if I wanted to be induced. 

He checked me and I'm still a 2. 

Baby is still high and no sign of dropping.

It took everything in my power to say, "Ah, what's another week? I'll wait and we'll give him another week to cook and see what happens." 

I was so proud of myself.

Then I called the office later to ask a question.

That question led to me inquiring a little more about being induced. 

"Well, maybe Friday wouldn't be so bad."

Then I realized it is Friday the 13th.... dom dom dom

So when the nurse called back I shyly replied with "Oh never mind, lets wait." 

That's when I overheard the doctor on the other end of the line saying, "I can induce her Saturday morning if she wants."

Saturday?

Saturday sounds good.

And it's a #9 day.

I caved. 

I couldn't say no twice.

I said "Yes! Lets do it." 

Click.

The damage was done.

Was I excited or disappointed in myself for caving?

I think I was excited.

I texted and called everyone about the exciting news. 

Finally, the end was in sight.

I really wanted to go into labor naturally, but it doesn't seem to be happening and I can't wait to meet my boy.

Then I realized my dad works on Saturday.

Can't get it covered.

Works a 24 hour shift until 8 am Sunday.

He and I want him to be at the hospital when I deliver. (not in the room of course)

But to supervise the epidural that I'm most definitely getting.

Well.... how much does it really matter if he isn't there until Sunday morning?

And then the call came in. 

The doctors office accidentally called the wrong number and it happened to be mine.

Was it a sign?

So I said, "Sorry to cancel but my dad works on Saturday and so it's not going to work." 

Tell the doctor it's all my dad's fault. (they're friends... he'd understand... and laugh. Hopefully)

So the induction is off.

I don't see the doctor again until Tuesday.

1 day after my due date.

Thanks to the holiday on Monday.

At which point I will beg the doctor to induce me on Thursday the 19th.

It was after I hung up the phone that I realized I had been more excited than I originally realized. 

Darn.

But I think it was a sign and deep down, I really want to start naturally.

Even though I love love love me a schedule.

And this way, if I end up being induced after all.... it will be out of necessity, not choice.

So after flipping and flopping all over the board.

Here we are.

Back to the waiting game.

And bouncing on the ball.

Drop baby.

Drop.

THE WAITING GAME

To be absolutely honest, I'm losing my mind.... what's left of it anyway. I'm the least patient person ever invented. After waiting 7 years to get and stay pregnant, and nine months of counting down the days to meeting the miraculous soul that resides in me, I'm excited. My eagerness to go into labor has nothing to do with rushing the end of my pregnancy into extinction.

I wake up every morning and wonder when my contractions might start, if my water will break today, make sure I'm showered and fresh and ready to head to L&D if necessary. Then the day carries on and I wonder if each twinge could be the beginnings of a contraction. I lay in bed at night waiting for the first sign of my water breaking. It's ridiculous really. Then I wake up in the morning and I'm totally discouraged that nothing eventful happened and I have to shower and shave yet again and the waiting game clock resets and it's another 24 hours of hoping. Meanwhile Kday and Layla go about their day like their entire world is rock solid.

I'm just too eager to meet my own flesh and blood I guess. I'm too eager for the experience I had quit believing I'd ever have. I'm just too eager and I know better. I know that living in the realm of "I can't wait for...." is not a good place to constantly live in. I need to live in the moment, the now and experience the last few days of pregnancy without rushing through them to get to the end result.
It's just so hard when I know there is a yummy baby waiting to be swaddled and smothered with love!

MATH GEEK

You know my freakishness obsession with the numbers 7 and 9 by now. So I've taken it upon myself to spell out which days would be mathematically sound for this little boy to arrive. Don't hate me. I just have waaaaaay too much time on my hands waiting around for my water to break. Basically any date that has a number 7 or 9 in it, or can add up to 7 or 9.

1/7/12

1/9/12

                             1/12/12 (1+1+2+1+2 = 7)

                             1/14/12 (1+1+4+1+2 = 9)

1/17/12

1/19/12

1/21/12 (do the math... you get the idea by now :))

I'M JUST SAYING....

Kday hates it when I say that. "I'm just saying." It's funny and it makes me laugh when I say it to him and he gets all huffy and irritated, and then laughs at me too.

But, I AM just saying... if this baby doesn't get here and that ticker over there has counted down to zero.... We're going to have some problems.

Just saying.

2012 INTENTION --- BALANCE

This year's intention hasn't come to me as easily as in years past. I stewed over a few different ideas and I tried to "create" an intention. But that's not how it's supposed to work, the universe is supposed to tell me what my year will be about. It usually just speaks to me and without any thought, it's there and it feels right. I think I've have a hard time finding my mojo because I'm in such a place of transition. Transition with this baby, my home, my body, my daily routine is even on the verge of a complete makeover. It's been hard to figure out where the year 2012 is headed. I began to worry that I was wandering aimlessly into the year... when BAM! It hit me (the way it's supposed to) BALANCE. I need to regain a balance in my life.

I'm sure you're laughing out loud right now... just like my beautiful son laughs at me.

I know what you're thinking... "Are you freaking out of your mind sday?! Your intention is to find BALANCE as you're about to go into labor with your third child whom of which is being added to your family that has tripled in size in the past 2.5 years. You're living with your parents at the age of 30 and you've lost any and all physical health gains you made over the past 4 years. You're about to attempt to nurse a baby, which you've never done before and will obviously complicate to the new addition. You're life is turned inside out and flipped upside down and you think you're somehow going to find and maintain BALANCE in the midst of this tidal wave?! You're a nut job." 


But hello, have you met me? Since when has a challenge ever scared me off the edge of a cliff? I'm sday, I do hard things, I look for an excuse to find an opportunity. I'm positive this is going to be a hard feat but it's what I FEEL like my life needs right now. That's me, listening to my inner voice and running with what it's telling me. Fall 2010 into spring 2011, before we found out about Rider's pending adoption... my life was in such balance. I was getting up early to run and event train in the mornings, I was maintaining my house, budget, groceries and a few hours of work each week. Layla and I had an awesome schedule worked out and life seemed perfectly balanced. Of course that's when I knew something big was about to happen, I felt it coming. And sure enough, 2011 brought mega awesome changes. I wouldn't trade my balanced life for the changes that have rocked my boat in a million years. I'm just saying that 2012 is bringing me back to my feet and the need to get RE-GROUNDED and attempt to find a BALANCE in my new life.

I'm well aware that it may not be total and complete balance over the entirety of my daily life. But if I can find a little balance between my physical health, mental health, motherhood, wifehood, and daily routine... I'll have completed my intention. It should prove to be an INTERESTING AND EXCITING YEAR. Wow. I can't believe that just less than a year ago I found out about Rider, then I ran a few 1/2 marathons and found out I was pregnant. Then we moved, received our little Monkey man and here I am... hoping to pop any minute. What a ride. I don't want to ever get off this awesome ride... I think I'll buy a season pass.

RINGING IT IN THE RIGHT WAY - WITH THE BEST HAM FRIED RICE IN THE UNIVERSE

We rang in last year like this....

This year wasn't much different. 

Except Layla is twice her size and we have a baby boy to add to the mix. Oh ya, how could I forget... I'm also twice the size as I was last year. We ate, drank, and were merry, and we ate some more. Secret Supper is the traditional way of celebrating a New Year around the Day home. Every member of the family picks an item of food they'd like for dinner - or dessert and we secretly confide in Rita. She is the one and only to know what everyone ordered... and come new years eve, we sit and eat. And eat and eat. Between meals we mingle, play games, party, and try to guess what everyone picked for dinner. It's crazy fun... and kind of just crazy. That's why I love it.

Last nights menu choices consisted of:

Slush (Robyn)

Pizza (Addy)

Little Smokey's (Great Grandma Marge)

Fruit Snacks (Layla)

Slider Burgers (Carter)

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Pace's Popsicles (Yours truly)

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Ham Pasta Salad (Kday)

Shrimp salad (Cid)

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Peas and Carrots (Sidney)

Asparagus (Corey)

The BEST HAM FRIED RICE in the Universe (Kyle)

Steak and tomato's (Chloe)

Airheads (Austin)

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Chocolate Cake (Skyler)

Strawberry Short Cake (Cameron)

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Waffles (Clay) 

Everyone was too sick of eating by 12:30 am and we just couldn't face the idea of waffles... so it was only in spirit that we indulged in Clay's pic.

Rider partied his socks off

As did his older sister and her cousins

New Years kiss... at bedtime instead of midnight

We practiced our kiss a few times... to make certain it was perfect

HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

2012

Changes are in the forecast....

What will they be?

Stay tuned