Stephen is awesome because he has come to pretty much every doctor and midwife appointment I've ever had. I never asked or expected him to. He just felt like he wanted to be a part of the process. He lets me take the lead asking questions
but is faithful to listen and participate. I've always felt very supported and not left alone.
Stephen is frustrating because he is impossible to photograph. D'arcy helped us take multiple pictures on our front stoop tonight and I think he smiled in ONE of them. We get frustrated with each other EVERY time I try to photograph him. He says he's trying hard to seem relaxed and friendly (Insert my eye roll). I tell him it can't be THAT hard.
His awesomeness outlined in paragraph one totally trumps my frustration with him in paragraph two. I know this.
Tomorrow, I'll officially be 40 weeks pregnant. I've been so careful to guard my heart and mind from hoping or expecting an early delivery that forty weeks has sort of snuck up on me. I'm taking comfort in the fact that I know how my body works. I told my midwife last week that I would give her $100 if I delivered before our next appointment. Well, I made it to Tuesday. On Tuesday, I told her I would give her $75. I'm pretty confident I'll make it till next Thursday (41 weeks). Remember, I've still got things to do. After that all bets are off. A week can feel like a very long time, though. I'm hoping that all my resolve won't crumble if I have to wait until a full 42 weeks.
I wanted to take a picture of us in front of the home that baby will hopefully be born in. We are about to sell our home in Texas. We should have a closing date set very soon. When you put your house on the market, there is always that question about whether a death has occurred at the property. I always want to cross off death and put born. Was anyone born in this house? YES! A beautiful baby boy was born in that house in 2009.
The house we live in now is 140 years old. I would love to know if this baby will be the first baby born here.
Stephen is frustrating because he is impossible to photograph. D'arcy helped us take multiple pictures on our front stoop tonight and I think he smiled in ONE of them. We get frustrated with each other EVERY time I try to photograph him. He says he's trying hard to seem relaxed and friendly (Insert my eye roll). I tell him it can't be THAT hard.
His awesomeness outlined in paragraph one totally trumps my frustration with him in paragraph two. I know this.
Tomorrow, I'll officially be 40 weeks pregnant. I've been so careful to guard my heart and mind from hoping or expecting an early delivery that forty weeks has sort of snuck up on me. I'm taking comfort in the fact that I know how my body works. I told my midwife last week that I would give her $100 if I delivered before our next appointment. Well, I made it to Tuesday. On Tuesday, I told her I would give her $75. I'm pretty confident I'll make it till next Thursday (41 weeks). Remember, I've still got things to do. After that all bets are off. A week can feel like a very long time, though. I'm hoping that all my resolve won't crumble if I have to wait until a full 42 weeks.
I wanted to take a picture of us in front of the home that baby will hopefully be born in. We are about to sell our home in Texas. We should have a closing date set very soon. When you put your house on the market, there is always that question about whether a death has occurred at the property. I always want to cross off death and put born. Was anyone born in this house? YES! A beautiful baby boy was born in that house in 2009.
The house we live in now is 140 years old. I would love to know if this baby will be the first baby born here.
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