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How I am learning…

When talking about pregnancy and my husband started saying that women who are more concerned about their health make for healthier pregnancy all around I wisely tried once and then quit talking.

I've known plenty of women who were probably not super psycho pregnant person and they had a healthy kid. The flip side I've known women who did everything by the book who had complications.

What he was saying made sense in theory but I am not going to debate and I just changed the subject. The way the conversation started ticked me off, and reminded me yet again how much my husband is like my mom.

My mom was relaying a story of my Dad at the car dealership. In her relaying the story I was again reminded that I married my Mom…

Last night I got home after cleaning the office. Mr. Clean had a very long day and was tired. He asked me to check flights, thinking prices would drop closer to the date. When we had looked at prices before they were in the $300-$400 range which I knew at the time was as low as they would be. He refused to believe this. He hasn't flown in years.

I knew that prices triple the closer you get but I just pulled up the website and searched. Prices tripled. He gets frustrated because they should drop closer to the travel date because there are seats they are trying to sell. I just kept my mouth shut. I don't need to prove I'm right, I know it. I know that these days flights are often overbooked and they have fewer flights going out and the days of $100 tickets are long gone.

I used to think that I had to prove I was right. I don't. I just am. If I am wrong I will promptly admit it and if necessary apologize.

I've learned that when the tension starts to build a quick prayer and kind answers will diffuse situations in a lovely way.

He's just like his Mama

I hadn't heard from Patrice since the shower and with FB new timeline and the way they show things it's easy to miss things now.

She texted asking if I got her email, I hadn't. I asked if she was OK she said she's in the hospital in order to prevent pre-term labor.

I shot her my work number and told her I could listen.

She explained the details and what has been going on. She said that Baby looks good and is tracking great. They want her to hit at least 34 weeks, tomorrow will be 30. I laughed and told her that he's already taking after her and is a go getter ready to get the show on the road.

I then told her I was going to call her back and I stepped out to the stairwell to call her back. We talked about how God is in control and she knows she's not. He has them in His hand. We discussed how God created Baby and it's all in His perfect timing. We know that God is a God of miracles and her Mom was told she would never have children and she's going to be a grandmother.

I do what I know to do, I take it up in prayer. I told her I won't be praying for just 34 weeks I'll be praying for this pregnancy to finish only when Baby is fully cooked and all is ready for him to arrive. All prayers are appreciated!!!

unsettled, working out, special mirrors

I have this unsettled feeling. It's this knowledge that more change is coming my way and while it's good I'm not sure yet what it will all look like.

I pray and read and wonder. I have this feeling that things have been set in motion. That while it's going to be amazing and incredible it will also be difficult and challenging and at times heart breaking.

I know that my experiences from the past year served to grow me, stretch me, bring me outside my comfort zone, and remind me that there is only one who knows all the answers.

The memories from last year I have asked (in prayer) that they be blurred and faded and that I will only remember the good. I will be able to say, yes it was challenging and difficult (downright miserable) but I will not be able to elaborate simply because I have asked for the details to be wiped from my memory.

Last night I got home and made scotcharoos. Mr. Clean made dinner. My friend who was at the party had texted me about getting together. I had prayed regarding this because I knew what my schedule was looking like and I know that it's important and I very much wanted to schedule something but the details were intimidating me. I was overreacting. She and I figured it out and I'm excited.

I ate dinner, and watched Big Bang Theory while checking email. Then I headed out to the gym. I had an awesome workout. I did walking lunges, squats, and skater squats. Then I did arms. I started and interval-ed with the elliptical machine. My arms looked awesome last night, in the windows reflection this morning they look flabby. Go figure, maybe they have special mirrors at the gym?

I cut 6 inches off my hair last week. I guess because it was so long and I was wearing it up all the time no one realized how long it was. I've had to tell people that I've cut my hair when they ask me why I look different. Apparently it's still long.

I have a ton of work to do and my concentration is lacking. I need focus!

recap

I realized this morning that I have 0 pictures of the baby shower. None.

It simply never occurred to me, I only had my phone, it was not anywhere on my brain to capture the moments.

Friday I picked Patrice up from the airport. I made sure I had snacks in the car. I knew if it was me and I had flown being pregnant the likelihood of me being sick was high, so I wanted to be prepared just in case. Patrice had already told me she gets sick if she goes too long without eating anyways.

We drove to her aunt's house where the shower was being held. My mom, her mom, her aunt, her grandmother, her cousins and her middle sister were all there. We washed spinach, prepped stuff and talked. The decorating was already done when we arrived.

Seeing your oldest friend, who is more like your sister, pregnant is a little surreal. Much like watching her at her wedding, I had some out of body moments. She never wanted kids, ever. So this whole thing is completely beyond anything she planned. Her wedding, she had planned many times over from the time we were in the 7th grade.

This pregnancy, she tried to get the doctor to schedule a c-section or induction, the doctor said no dice. For my friend the super planner this is making her feel edgy and twitchy. The doctor said talk to me the day after your due date.

Because she is 33 they are considering her to be on the high risk side. She's not yet 35 and they consider her high risk. I don't understand this at all.

I drove Patrice and Ally to their parent's house and then drove home. I went into the garage where I've had boxes of my stuff since last year. I had pictures that had hung on my walls that had been in an open box that I wanted to get into covered boxes. I knew I had stuffed lions from my college days that I was ready to let go of. I had been holding on to them because I planned to someday use them for my child's nursery but since that is no longer my plan I knew it was safe to pass the along.

I had 2 trash bags full of stuffed lions with a bear and giraffe thrown into that mix. I figured out what can be donated, what I'm holding on to, and figured out how to get everything into closed containers so that hopefully my things are better protected.

I also was able to switch my shoes, the summer shoes came down to the reachable shelf, and the winter ones went up to the top shelf.

Saturday morning Jack and I went for a 4 mile run. It was already ridiculously humid at 6:30 Saturday morning.

I was at Patrice's aunt's at 10. We got all the stuff out, and guests started arriving.

What I love about these events is the fact that we see women who have been a part of our lives throughout all these years. Our 4th, 7th, and 8th grade teachers were all there. We had a friend who came who shares my birthday and grew up with us.

I love the time spent. I love the prayers that we said. I'm thankful that I had the chance to be there. It is so special to me to have this background. I wrote the presents down, and who gave them. They just kept coming, it was awesome!!

I passed along the bags of lions (and bears and giraffe) to Patrice to go through. I told her whatever they don't use to donate to the children's area at the local hospital, if they are allowed to do that. I don't know the rules now when it comes to stuff like that. Her husband works for the hospital so I know he will either take them there or they will find someplace to donate them to.

After the shower I drove home to rest for a minute and then we had church.

Yesterday Amy dropped Girl Clean off at 12:30 and we hung out with her for a few hours.

This is another short week for me, YAY!!! I have Friday off and I'm so looking forward to it!!!

Happy Monday!!!!

Friday

I've now tried 3 times to put words with the pictures I'm giving up.

The first picture is from May 25. You can kind of see how long it was. When it was wet it was down to my waist. Officially your waist is the smallest part of your torso not where you wear your jeans. I learned this taking measurements at the bridal store.

The next picture is my outfit for today, dress and sweater both from Old Navy spring line 2012. I look more awake and quite honestly I like the picture of me better. I edited my rear end. It looked ridiculous and I was embarrassed.

The last shot actually does a good job showing my hair. I'm happy with how healthy it now looks. I don't look awake because it was this morning before I got dressed for work and was before my coffee.

I'm hoping that because I took so much weight off my hair it will start to curl for me again. My natural curl had gone to natural wave and not much of that.

Last night I picked Jack Banner up from my parents. I didn't feel like going to the gym but I went anyways. I got a great workout in so I'm glad that I went!

Today I'm working until 11 then going to pick Patrice up from the airport. I'm so excited to see her!

Fashion Friday and a hair cut

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