A Change of Plans. . .

I can't believe I haven't written about all this yet. It's just been such a whirlwind this past week. About a week ago I started having some really serious pain. I actually thought I might be in labor. Silly me doesn't know what labor feels like. I went to the doctor and she suspected that I had a kidney stone. I was admitted to the hospital and long story short, I do in fact have a kidney stone! It was very painful and of course there isn't much they can do for me while I am pregnant. I did have a procedure where they inserted a stint to keep it from getting stuck (I guess). I cannot tell you how uncomfortable it is.

The good news is. . . all of this drama is allowing for our sweet baby girl to be born a bit earlier. Actually, tomorrow! This is not at all how I envisioned it happening and it's a bit sooner than expected, but how can I complain that I will get to hold her and look at her a few weeks earlier than I thought I would? Dave and I really have a peace about it. Of course I am glad that an early delivery will bring some relief to my discomfort, but I really haven't even been thinking about that so much as I have been thinking about the opportunity to finally see Hope!

We ask for your prayers as we go in tomorrow at 6 am. I'm 37 and 1/2 weeks so there should be no complications, but we are still declaring and believing that Hope will be perfectly formed and ready to face the world. We also ask that you would pray that my delivery goes smoothly. I have no idea how this kidney stone will affect how I feel during delivery, but thank God for the drugs! Now I know for sure that I am supposed to allow myself relief during the labor and delivery. We also have a great peace about that.

We'll post a report and pictures as we are able this week. I can hardly believe this journey is coming to a close in the next few days. Sure, it will extend beyond this as we get settled into life with Caroline Hope, but this week there is fulfillment - over 2 years in the making. It's amazing to think about how He's carried us through. He is so good and so faithful.

So here we go. . .

Hope's Nursery

Here are a few pics of the nursery. It's still a work in progress but we've gotten it pretty ready for her soon coming arrival. Hope you like it!

Another Celebration for Hope

Yesterday was my work shower. It was so sweet. Everyone did a great job making it very beautiful and special. I feel so loved and cared for during this season. It's such an amazing testimony of God's faithfulness. Here are some pics from the delightful occasion. I will say . . . Renee did a great job making it look elegant, but when you consider the people that were in the room (most of which I don't have pictures of), it made for a less sophisticated, but really fun event!

The Babymoon

Well that's what all the books and websites call it. Not sure it has all the same anticipation and emotion as a honeymoon, but it was fun and relaxing nonetheless. Dave and I headed to Atlanta this past weekend to grab one last little getaway before Hope arrives. We had a wonderful time exploring, relaxing, shopping. . .No real agenda, except to visit IKEA and the Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic store (more on that later).

We had a few sweet moments of sharing about our thoughts on the upcoming arrival of our first child. You know men, it's hard enough to get them to share, let alone when life is about to change dramatically, forever. But Dave opened up a bit about his excitement and fears. I was so glad he did. We laughed a lot in the car because neither of us really knew where we were going most of the time. Dave has a very keen sense of direction but downtown Atlanta is pretty new to both of us. Although we found ourselves lost several times, we laughed because just when we knew we were lost, we stumbled upon the next place we wanted to go. . . without even trying.

Most of all, the weekend made me realize just what a great team we are. Sure, we have our moments. Neither one of us is perfect (I'm sure that's a news flash to all of you). But we have so much fun traveling together because we enjoy similar adventures (I use that word lightly) and activities. Now Dave will never want to shop quite as much as I will on a trip, but that's what makes Atlanta a great destination for us. If you bring IKEA and finding a good deal into the picture, we are both completely in our element.

Now back to the Shabby Chic store. . . how can something so old looking be so expensive? I'm not really sure. I will tell you this - I could have set up house right there in that small space and been happy as a lark the rest of my life. I just love, love, love everything they have in there (except the sea shells-apparently they are really in this season and I'm not sure why). It was great to find ideas and see how they had everything laid out but I won't be making a purchase any time soon. Paying $600 for a duvet cover is just not in my future so I suppose I'll have to get creative.

Hope's Baby Shower!

This past Saturday was Hope's baby shower. I can not begin to tell you how blessed I was by the amazing job my mom and friends did planning such a sweet event! And by all the people who came to bless us. I am overwhelmed at how good the Lord is. He is so faithful to provide everything we need and also wonderful friends and family to share it all with us.

Here are a few pictures. Didn't they do a wonderful job?!

Baby Hope Update

I know it's sad that it takes me 4 days to post an update from my last appointment. We've been rushing to get the nursery ready this weekend so I was up to my eyeballs in paint and what not. Rushing, not so much because it needs to be done for the baby - I do have 8 weeks left. . . rushing more so because it needs to be done for mommy. Partly because I am excited (isn't that normal?) but mostly because the pile of cardboard and styrofoam from the furniture covering the upstairs floor is driving me nuts. I can't stand to look at it another day! So tonight I will return home to a freshly painted room and will watch my husband put together the crib and load in the dresser so that I can clean up the mess that is stressing me out. I'll post some pictures of the room once we get it a little further along.

We received a great report on Friday. We did another ultrasound to check her growth. Everything looks wonderful. She weighs approximately 4.1 lbs. I am extremely happy to have a healthy baby however I must admit, when I do the math according to everything I've heard about how fast they grow in the last 8 weeks, I'm a little nervous that I'm going to have a huge baby on my hands! Wolstenholm babies are known to be on the big side so I'm not completely surprised. That coupled with the diabetes pretty much means I'm out of luck with the thought of having a tiny, little girl. On the other hand, I have heard that their growth can slow down a bit. But I feel weird praying for that.

Seriously though, as long as she's healthy I am happy. Although I just might be begging my doctor for a c-section in a couple of weeks. I guess we'll see.

May 23rd!

This week, Dave and I scheduled my induction for May 23rd! It's hard to believe there's a date in sight for our pre-baby journey to come to a close. Perhaps it will be a little anti-climactic, but we felt that with all of the possible complications that gestational diabetes has to offer, we should play it safe and have Hope a little early. Of course I don't mind at all. I absolutely cannot wait to hold her. I got over my fear of induction and my fantasies of having an uneventful, natural birth and I just determined that I am willing to do whatever it takes to make this experience healthy and peaceful for me and for Dave and for her. I realize she could come earlier if she decides to and that I would welcome. We plan to have everything done by May 1 just so we can enjoy our last few weeks of freedom and be completely ready and peaceful for her arrival.

But let me tell you, the list of things to do is growing and becoming more and more overwhelming. I'm not sure why women feel the need to have everything in perfect order before they welcome a new life into their home . . . like somehow we have to achieve complete financial success, domestic order and world peace before we can give our attention fully to a newborn. I just keep thinking Oh gosh, we need to get on a strict budget. I need to transfer our finances into Quicken. I need every piece of paper in my home office to be filed tightly. My kitchen cabinets are kinda messy, I should reorganize those before the baby comes. Goodness, there is no way I can do it all in the next 2 months! I need to find a stinkin' pediatrician first!

So here I sit, to do list in hand, with 70 days left until my life changes forever. And I'm pretty sure that as soon as I take one look at her sweet face, I'll forget all about these silly, little chores. They will get done, eventually. But I'll only welcome my baby girl into this world once. And from then on, she'll be number one on my list.

The Curtains From You Know Where

So you know that "to do" list you make while you are pregnant. . .complete with all the things you'd like to accomplish before the little one arrives? Well I have one of those lists. It contains lots of baby-related entries like "paint the nursery" and "interview pediatricians." But it also contains lots of house projects that we've been putting off since we moved in over a year ago. "Seal the deck" is one that I'm begging my husband to do (or hire someone to do) in the next month. Poor thing is just waiting for the weather to become more predictable. "Iron the curtains" is one that has been a thorn in my side for months!

Not long after we moved in, I bought the greatest (or so I thought) blue/green velvet curtains from West Elm. I had my eye on them for months and when I finally went to purchase them (after convincing my husband we HAD to have them) they were on clearance! They were an amazing find!! When I went to put them up, I got out the ironing board and iron and I spent over two hours ironing just two of the six panels I had to hang. My arms were killing me from pressing the iron so hard on those suckers and yet once I got those two lonely panels up, they were no less wrinkled then when I removed them from the package. I convinced myself to just hang the rest up and let time and gravity work the wrinkles out. That was about 11 months ago and gravity has not done its work. So that brings us to "iron the curtains" making its way on the pre-baby to do list.

I think I've written CURTAINS in my planner on six different days over the past two months. And then that day comes and I don't iron the curtains and so I move it to another day on my planner. Well finally, yesterday my mom came over to help me get it done. Please note that whenever I say, "My mom came to help" it really means, "My mom came to do." She's such a servant and now that I'm pregnant she just wants to do everything for me. So she ironed and I worked on email for about two hours and guess what? All she accomplished was the re-ironing of the first two curtains I hung 11 months ago. Then my sweet mom went to my house today while I was at work and ironed all the rest of those blasted velvet curtains (not to mention the while sheers I have since added under them).

So mom, if you are reading this. . . thank you for being such a servant. Thank you for taking care of your baby girl while she takes care of her baby girl! I just pray that I will have the grace to be as loving and nurturing and caring to my little girl as you have always been to me. I love you!

Consignment Mania!

Goodness. I had no idea I hadn't written in almost 2 weeks! Life has gotten a little crazy this month. And there's still so much to do before the baby comes. Yikes! I'm sure all of us moms-to-be feel the pressure hang over us as we approach our due dates. I'm just trying to take it one thing at a time. And did my mention that my mom lives across the street now? She is a total blessing to me. I don't know how I would make it through this transition without her.

So I went to my first Kids Consignment Sale on Saturday. It was a HUGE one. My sister-in-law took me. It was actually, really fun. A little overwhelming with all of that stuff to pick through. But I ended up finding a few great items. A couple of things from my registry that were in great condition and 1/2 the price! I gotta tell you though. . . there were some serious, "consignment moms" there! These women are second-hand pros! They had their systems down pat, complete with shopping buddies, shopping carts and blankets to spread out on the floor right in the middle of the sale and go over their finds before making their final purchases. It was intense! I could see how someone could get sucked in. Although I don't really like the idea of getting there early and beating the other women to the best deals. I can't take the pressure! I'm sure I'll go again sometime. The most fun part is that you never know what you are going to find. If you keep your expectations low, you'll be so excited to find whatever you do!

Oh, I almost forgot. . . I didn't really share much after our last doctor appointment. One issue that came up was an umbilical hernia that I have. Just a silly, little hernia that is behind my belly button. But now that my belly is getting big, it's also growing. This morning I went in to see a surgeon. He was to tell me if I would need surgery before I had the baby. I wasn't very worried (thus my failure to even post about it) but I was so glad to hear the surgeon tell me he wasn't concerned and I could take care of it after she is born. Praise the Lord! It's one more hurdle we've had to jump over. . . but it means we're one hurdle closer to the finish line. Woo hoo!

I'm winding down my second trimester and I can't believe it's going by so fast. I can't even explain (although I'm sure all of you that are moms understand) just how much I cannot wait to finally see what she looks like and hold her. I'm savoring the quiet and the freedom we have right now. I know it will never be the same!

Our Song of Hope

I know this is going to sound a little crazy, but in the past week as I've looked ahead to finally having a child, I've become a little sad that our season of sorrow will officially come to a close. I told you it was going to sound crazy. I'm not even sure if I can quite explain it.

Maybe I've held on so tightly to expectation and hope for so long that I'm afraid fulfillment will be a little disappointing or that I won't have something this big to look forward to. I think more accurately, what I am feeling is a little gap between myself and my sweet Jesus that only His blessings can create. What I mean is. . . I believe when you are walking through a valley, you are clinging so tightly to Him that your sorrow seems almost sweet. You feel tired and worn and disappointed yet completely covered by His love and His hope. I think I've mentioned this before. It really is bitter sweet. And not that I have come anywhere close to having arrived, but now I feel like my "lack of need" has placed something in between us. I know the truth is that I will always need to cling to Him for strength and direction. Yet the way I am turning towards Him now seems different and I'm not sure if I'm missing something or if that's just the way it is.

I know that if I lack anything in the way of my closeness to Him, it is no gap that pure praise and adoration won't fill when I honestly throw my hands up and thank Him for this miracle. I suppose that is the natural progression of our walk as we trust Him for things. Our praise turns to hope and then our hope turns to praise. And then somewhere down the line we need a little more hope so we go on praising. . . and so on.

It seems even more fitting now when thinking all of this through that the name we've chosen for our little girl is Caroline Hope. She will wear a banner over her life that means, "Song of Hope" because our path to giving her life was paved by our song of hope and our longing for her is that she will turn and be a sweet song of hope to everyone she encounters on her own journey of life.

Wacky Dreams!

So I'm known to have really wacky dreams. Just ask my husband. He's ready with hearty laughs every time I wake up and say, "I had the weirdest dream last night." He's never surprised, no matter how crazy it is.

Last night I had two separate dreams about the baby. They weren't completely wacky, just really random. It makes me wonder if this is a result of raging pregnancy hormones or subtle, subconscious concerns about having a child. I'll let you be the judge.

In the first dream, the baby was coming. . .but it was being delivered to us. I am not kidding. In a box, sent to the front door and everything. Apparently, the baby needed some special procedure done to it so they prepared it to be shipped (complete with some sort of adjustment that allowed it to survive in a box, in the mail) and sent it to our home. OK, so maybe the dreams were a little more wacky now that I'm typing this. So the baby arrived and we opened the box in great anticipation of seeing our little girl. . .and in the box was a sweet, little, baby boy! We were a little taken off guard but we quickly adjusted to the idea. We were just so excited to finally have our little one! We dressed him and walked across the street to my parents to unveil our surprising, new bundle of joy. Nobody seemed to care that is was a boy and not a girl.

And then, of course, I got up to visit the loo, right on schedule at 2am. When I fell back asleep, I had another dream. This time we had a little girl. She was an infant but was acting like an older girl (probably 6 or 7 years old) complete with an attitude and all! It was obvious that she didn't like us. She was distant and didn't really take to us. Keep in mind, she was about the size of a 9 month old but was acting like a snotty 6 year old. It was the oddest feeling. I felt so rejected and unsettled that my baby girl didn't want me.

As I sit here typing, I'm analyzing a bit. I'm sure the first dream had something to do with the fact that my friend Sarah was going in today to possibly find out what she is having. They are hoping for a boy. So I had boys on the brain. I'm not completely sure what the mail delivery was all about. . .except the fact that Dave and I have ordered a lot of things online lately so it seems we are always waiting for a package on our front door step. Isn't it funny how our minds mash every little thing together through our dreams?

And I'm sure my second dream had a bit to do with my apprehension of becoming a mom. Not that I am afraid of motherhood - I'm really quite excited. The dynamics are just so unknown. I won't know what my relationship will be like with my daughter until I am in it. Although I can assure you that Dave and I will be nipping the attitude in the bud!

I'm sure I can expect many more wacky dreams before she arrives. I can't really blame the pregnancy hormones since I've always had crazy dreams. But I can say pregnancy seems to be making the dreams more vivid. At least I can look forward to giving Dave a nice laugh every other morning! And someday, I'll have a lot of fun telling her all the visions mommy had while she was in my tummy.

Another Pic

Got another picture of her the other day. Just got it scanned in. Isn't she getting big?

I'm a little concerned about her profile. I told Dave she looks like a Fraggle. Remember them? I always thought I looked like a Fraggle with my profile. Oh well, I suppose she looks like me then.

I'm pretty sure Dave and I will both think she's perfect once we see her.

Loud Speaker Lullabies

The appointment went well on Friday. So sorry I didn't post sooner. I didn't get online all weekend. It was pretty busy.

Thursday night we had another childbirth education class at the hospital. We watched the epidural video and let me just tell you. . .that video was scarier than the natural birth video! I think it almost talked me out of getting the drugs!

As we were sitting in class on Thursday night, all of a sudden, over the loud speaker you could hear the song "lullaby" playing. We all stopped and wondered what it was when our instructor said, "Oh, a baby has just been born." It hadn't happened yet while we were in class. I didn't even know the hospital did this, but apparently every time a baby is born, they play that little song for the whole hospital to hear. A few minutes later, it happened again. Busy night.

It wasn't until that very moment that I remembered that Thursday, January 24th was my due date with our last baby. I was sad for just a moment and I turned to Dave and said, "Oh, wow. I didn't remember until just now, this was my due date." He didn't remember either. I didn't stay sad, however it was weird to think I could have had a baby this week. Although I would have loved to know that little girl, it's hard to be sad when you've come to terms with the soveriegnty of God and when you are in the midst of a miracle that He is completing.

I suppose I felt the reality of redemption as I sat there and thought about it briefly. He chose to take our first little girl to heaven, and although this is something we may never fully understand, in His great mercy and grace, He chose to bless us with another little girl that we declare we will get to know and love on this earth.

I'm in the midst of that part of the season where 4 months to go seems so long yet perhaps not long enough to fully prepare for this life change. There's so much to do and get ready for both physically and mentally. But part of me just can't wait to have her here, with us.

Right now I am praying for patience and peace and wisdom and grace as I wait for that miracle moment when our baby's life will bring loud-speaker lullabies.

That Little Flutter

I haven't written that much in a while. It's been a little crazy. We're just busy, busy. I know I need to slow down a bit but things just keep coming up. My mother is reading this right now and she'll probably call me later to say, "You need to slow down. You need to be home, resting." I know mom, I know. I'll get there!

We have another appointment tomorrow. This ultrasound will hopefully allow us to see those things we couldn't see last time. Let's just pray our little girl is cooperative this time! She's been moving around so much lately, it's no wonder she often finds herself in a cockeyed position.

It is an odd feeling . . . feeling her move so much, knowing there is a little person getting bigger and bigger inside of me. I think it's one of my favorite things about being pregnant. There are so many things I don't like. I don't mean to complain, after all, I wanted this so badly for so long. But it's been hard. My body just feels worn and achy all the time. And then when I feel her little flutter, it makes it all worth it. I'm pretty sure I'll forget all the discomforts once she's here and I get to hold her close.

We continue to believe for perfect growth and development. I'll let you know how it goes.

A New Snapshot

We were able to get a little better picture of our girl so I thought I'd go ahead and post it. It's just amazing to be able to see her so often inside my womb. . .watching her grow already. Just knowing all the intricate details that the Lord is fashioning makes it that much easier to walk in faith. How can you not believe as you watch this process?

She's Trouble. . .

We had a great appointment today. Praise the Lord! It seems though, that our little girl is going to be trouble! She was completely in the wrong position, rolled up in a ball with her legs crossed. Three strikes against her in the area of cooperation.

She made it hard for the tech to see everything but at the end of the visit we received a perfect report. I'll have to return in three weeks to double check a few areas they could not get to, but all looks well.

Of course, with her legs crossed, it was hard at first to confirm that she is, in fact, a girl. I think Dave got a little nervous about that. He just wanted the confirmation before I make him paint the nursery. Once again at the very end, our tech was able to see clearly and confirm - it's a girl!

We were able to see her head quite well and even got to experience her yawning, drinking and working through a little case of the hiccups. It was so cute to see her functioning like that. I didn't really get a good picture to post. But we did get some video. Once I figure all that out, I'll try and post some here.

Thank you all for your prayers. We get more and more excited with each passing week and visit. She is becoming so real to us now. I just can't wait to know her.

Our Big Appointment

So tomorrow we go in for our big ultrasound. This is the one where they would have told us if we were having a boy or a girl. . .I suppose they'll confirm that. I pray there are no surprises there. . .we received a lot of girlie things for Christmas!

I'm told they will also check her growth and organs to make sure everything looks normal. Honestly, I am battling a little fear, although I've been purposing to fight it at every chance. . .proclaiming life over this child. I've just been surrounded lately by so many people in my sphere of influence experiencing pregnancy loss and complications. But I know I cannot look at anyone else's story. This is our story. I've asked the Lord with my honest heart for a completely normal report tomorrow. I feel like we've had many complications to deal with, and that at this point, we are due for a break. I know that isn't how He works. . .and I know that no matter what the report is tomorrow we will continue to contend and believe for our little girl to be born perfect. But it doesn't hurt to lay our petition before the Lord to allow us to have great breakthrough through the knowledge of a perfect baby growing inside me.

Please pray with us. For her heart and her lungs and her kidneys. . .that all would be the right size, functioning normally. And for her brain and her head. . .that there would be no abnormal growths or cysts or water. Please pray for the placenta and amniotic fluid. . .that both would be sufficient for her well being and mine. We just pray in Jesus name that she is thriving in my womb. . .receiving everything she needs for a healthy life on this earth.

I suppose a bit of my anxiety comes from what I am having to walk with my diet. People keep asking me if I've lost weight. Ha! What a joke. You want all your life to lose weight and then when you are pregnant and needing to provide nourishment for another life, you finally start to lose the pounds. Well, I haven't actually lost any weight. Although I've only gained one pound and I'm almost 19 weeks pregnant. My doctor assures me this is fine and the baby is getting what she needs. I just need to rest in that. And hey. . .who am I to complain. I might just be skinnier after she is born then before. Wouldn't that be a hoot?!

I don't know if I could ever explain the battle that rages inside me each time the days and the hours creep by, nearing another doctor's appointment. I know this is because of the horror that has met us there before. But as each appointment comes and goes, I am growing in my faith and my trust and although there is a battle, it is more easliy won. I know that is part of the purpose of this whole journey. . .learning to walk more deeply with Him. It doesn't mean the battle will disappear, it just means we'll learn that the battle is the Lord's.

It's a. . .

We had a great appointment on Thursday. Heather sneaked us into the ultrasound room and asked the tech to do a quick check to see what we are having. The girl that was there on Thursday happens to be the one that did our 12 week ultrasound with the last baby, so I think she was so excited to see us back at almost 16 weeks and thus was willing to do whatever it took to get us an answer.

At first she wasn't too sure. I don't see a penis, she kept saying. (Why is it ok to say penis 15 times when talking about a little one?) But she wasn't 100% sure. Then, at the very last minute, we got such a clear look, there was no question about it.

It's a girl!!!

I chose not to post the ultrasound picture. That angle they need to take is not very lady like. . .and I don't want my sweet girl starting out her life with indecent pictures on the internet. We'll have another look in 3 weeks and I'll get a nice photo to post of her.

Dave and I are so excited to know and attach more identity to this child. Of course, I've already gone out and bought a few cute girlie outfits and I can't stop dreaming about the nursery.

The Lord is so faithful and now that we know who is growing inside of me, it makes us even more grateful to Him for this life.

Boy or Girl?

I haven't written in a little while. I guess I've been so wrapped up with this diabetes thing. Intricately planning every meal and watching the clock to check your blood sugar really does consume your mind! But I'm happy to say I'm doing pretty well. I'm not eating all that much. 1800 calories per day. . .which feels like I'm on a diet. I thought you weren't supposed to diet when you were pregnant! I went to a holiday party last night and I am so proud to say I didn't have any dessert. There was toffee, cookies, brownie trifle and coconut fudge torte. And me, I had nothing! Woo hoo! That is quite an accomplishment.

This morning I am going in for my next OB appointment. It's funny how every time I go in I get the same nervous feeling. I think no matter how far along I am, I will always battle this. I'm pressing into the Lord for peace and I'm trying to believe with all my might. . .but I have to admit, I've really battled fear lately. I've learned that it's ok to be honest with these emotions, but I just can't stay there. I will continue to declare that there is strong life growing inside of me. . . that He is faithful to complete this.

My doctor is actually going to try and look to see what we are having today. She said there's a 50/50 chance she'll be able to tell. The ultrasound tech in her office was able to tell on herself when she was pregnant at 13 weeks. I'm hoping, but not too much. If not today, we'll know in about a month. I have felt for a while that it's a boy. . .but I've had 3 dreams that it's a girl. So at this point, I'm not going to try to call it either way.

So off I go. . .to another milestone moment. I know there will be many more of them to come on this journey. I will not stop contending for victory and for this child!

Christmas Without Sweets. . .

Well, it seems that will be my reality. My doctor called today to say I failed my second glucose screening which means I do in fact have gestational diabetes. My first reaction was to cry. Do I really need one more thing to worry about in this pregnancy? (My sweet friend Kristy is laughing right now because she totally understands what I mean.)

But. . .I've pulled myself together and I've decided that this is a good thing. I've needed a good kick in the pants for a long time now in the area of diet and exercise. I was doing so well a few years back. . .getting into a routine, working out, eating better. Then as each month passed and our "journey to starting a family" became harder, I lost the will to fight for this part of my life.

Of course I had it in me to fight for a baby. . .but that's just about all I had in me. I remember telling my friend, "I just can't fight two battles at once." Although I think the Lord understood my exhaustion, I also think He was waiting there all along ready to give me the strength to fight it all.

My doctor told me that I probably couldn't have prevented this earlier with diet and exercise (thank God or I'd be feeling really guilty right now), so this might be exactly what I need to finish this battle and claim not only a healthy child, but a healthy mama as well.

So there you have it. I probably won't partake in many of the wonderful delicacies that my family will prepare this Christmas. Those of you that are familiar with my sweet tooth understand how disappointing this is. Yet it's funny how everything comes into view when you are getting ready to become a parent and be responsible for another life. My husband's English trifle or a healthy baby. . .trifle. . .baby. . .trifle. . .baby. I think you know which one I'd choose, any time of the year.