Thursday, March 24, 2011

Apparently Pregnancy Brain goes both ways

Walking out of the house last night to go to dinner and run a couple errands, I hand Dallas the keys to lock up and then drive:

Dallas: ~sets keys on counter, follows me out of the house. Pats pockets.~ Do you have the keys?
Amy: I literally just handed them to you.
Dallas: Oh. I put them on the table...


Driving down the road:

Dallas: So-and-so bought a house.
Amy: I know. I told you that today.
Dallas: You did? I thought your dad did.
Amy: No, that was me.
Dallas: Huh...


Conversation over dinner:

Dallas: ~Talking about offer on house, counter, and the basic math involved~
Amy: ~Blank stare~
Dallas: Did that not make sense?
Amy: I understand the semantics, and I know you do too, but I think the words you are meaning to say are not the same as the words actually coming out.
Dallas: ~Blank stare~


Conversation over dinner takes several more baffling turns:

Amy: Why are you so jacked today?
Dallas: I had a Mr. Pibb.


We get home, I fall asleep suuuuuper early:

Amy: ~wakes up for a minute~
Dallas: ~giggling~ Listen to this! ~plays recording he made of me snoring~
Amy: Hey, you're mean!
Dallas: BWAHAHA! You rattled the bed! HAHA! And then Toby growled! Bwhahaa!! ~plays more of the recording~ BWAAAAHAHA HAHAA HA BWAA AHAHAAA ~wipes tears from eyes~
Amy: ~Goes back to snoring~



It's a good thing he's so cute!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Due Date

Dear Severin,

Today is your due date. Kindly evacuate the premises, and please leave everything just as you found it.

Love you!

Mommy



Friday, March 18, 2011

39 Weeks

I'm 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant.



The doctor told us yesterday not to plan on a baby this week. I know I haven't technically hit my due date yet, but we're ready to have him here with us anyway.

Dallas tells him so.



Grandma S. tried luring him out.



Grandma M. has fun things for him to play with.



Toby has promised to be a good boy.



We've got the hospital bag packed, including Severin's "going home" outfit.



A back up outfit, in case of explosion.



(Yes, that is my giant belleh in the bottom of the photo.)

And when he gets home, he's got lots of new things to enjoy.



And a very cozy room, if I do say so myself.



We're ready when you are, kid!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Happy birthday to me!

March 31st came early at my house this year. Since I may be in labor, the hospital, or hopefully home with a new baby on my birthday, my sweet hubby delivered my gift a little early.



I am in love with it! In case it doesn't read clearly, what you see there is "SDM", for Severin Dale McCarter. The flip side says "LOVE". He had it made for me, and I could not be happier with it. It hasn't left my neck since I pulled it out of the box.

Best husband EVER!!!

Friday, March 11, 2011

38 Weeks...

...And no signs of little Severin coming anytime soon.

One more time, McCarter...

His timing sure is funny, isn't it?

Mom told me to read this today. I didn't feel like it, cause I'm still awful cranky about stuff, but I did anyway, eyes bulged and mouth open. Just another little reminder that He will always provide just what I need, right when I need it - whether I like it or not, and whether or not it fits into my own plans. He has tried to pound this lesson into my brain for about 30 years now, but I am constantly slapping at his hands, trying to take the reigns back to do it all myself.

There's an ongoing joke in my family about my favorite sentence when I was little. "Amy do it!" Or more accurately, "AMY DO IIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!" By all accounts, I was a bullheaded child, and unfortunately it's not something I ever grew out of.

I'm trying to do better today. Trying to let everything go. Trying to have faith that the plan is already laid out, and that we'll come out the other side of it ok. It's a tall order for me - But today I'm trying!

This is from the blog http://devotions.proverbs31.org/
Recently my husband and I were discussing our ongoing efforts to build up our emergency fund. A series of setbacks that included car repairs, replacing an HVAC system and my husband’s six month unemployment had left little in our emergency savings. It seemed every time we got a little bit of money in, it went right back out. I voiced my frustration to my husband. “If we could just get a certain amount in there,” I said, “We wouldn’t have to worry anymore.”

The idea of not worrying appealed to me. I wanted something to stay the same. I wanted to be confident and stable. This all sounded like a good idea.

But that’s not what was happening. So what was God trying to teach me?

A few days later I was reading the story of Gideon, the man God called a mighty warrior even as he was hiding out, scared of his enemies. In Judges 7 God finally convinces Gideon to assemble an army of Israelites to face their enemy. I am sure Gideon was pleased and surprised when 32,000 men responded to his battle cry. I imagine the strength of their numbers was a comfort to this less than confident soldier.

And then God told him to cut the army down in size. Then cut it again. God cut the army’s numbers from 32,000 down to just 300. Contrast that with Judges 7:12, where the enemy troops are described as “thick as locusts.” I can only imagine what Gideon was feeling. He had to think that more was better, that surely having a large army to count on was a good idea.

As I read this passage I thought of another time a soldier wanted to know the numbers he was dealing with. First Chronicles 21:1 tells us that King David was enticed by Satan to count his men. He knew that if he could get David’s focus on the numbers instead of on God, he’d gain access to David’s thoughts and trust.

These two biblical examples were a good wakeup call. God was trying to teach me to stop trusting in numbers – specifically in bank account numbers. He was gently reminding me that—as good as an emergency fund is—I can really only trust in Him. I didn’t need to worry about my balance or my battlefield. I only had to believe He would supply all I need.

God calls us mighty, even as we are hiding out. God calls us powerful, even as our forces dwindle. God calls us wealthy, even as we are fretting about finances. God majors in the impossible. He can overpower terrible odds because He’s free to shine His light on our situation. Are your numbers looking grim? Let your lack invite His might.

Don’t trust in numbers that change like the tides. Trust in the unchanging God. Watch Him work against the odds. Just ask Gideon, who won a decisive victory with his 300 men. You can be victorious too, no matter what the numbers say.

Dear Lord, my numbers don’t look good right now. The statistics are stacked against me. The account balance doesn’t make sense. I’m in the red. I feel like I’m facing impossible odds. And yet, today I feel a spark of hope. Please fan it into a flame of complete trust—not in numbers, but in You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Gah!

So Dallas and I were very thoroughly raped by Uncle Sam this year.

How is it possible that two people filing at single claiming zero, having the max pulled out of every single pay check, can still owe such a hefty sum at the end of the year?

It's been explained to me, and I get it, but I wholeheartedly disagree with our current administrations reasoning.

Dallas, of course, took the high road and is just thankful that we're able to pay it.

I'm not. I'm of the mindset of "We worked really hard for that - that's MINE."

I called my dad to inform him that thanks to recent events, his daughter is now leaning right.

He's proud.

Then I wrote my senator.

Then I checked FB and read similar grumblings from pals on there and my flame burned hotter.

But then I saw a link my mom posted to a blog I also follow, with the Bible quote of:

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

Oh yeah. I forgot that for a minute. But I'm still mad!

Then I read another blog I follow that had the following quote:

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

Oh yeah, that too.

Hmpf. Stupid world. Stupid, dumb, troublesome world.

But in spite of myself, it does help to be reminded that even though I may not like some things happening to me right now... I am still ok. And we have good things happening too. And those things will also be ok.

Someone bigger than Uncle Sam has our backs.

Friday, March 4, 2011

"I grew up on a farm."



This is the view from my vantage point today.

Had another appointment with the midwife this morning that turned out to be pretty interesting, in my opinion. I've gained 34 pounds, and my toes look like little sausage links. Not that that was the interesting part.

I told her how I've been feeling anxious like this kid is going to come screaming out at any moment and I'm sort of afraid to do certain things and every little ache and twinge sends me into "ohmygosh, was that a contraction?" mode.

So she checked me over and assured me it wouldn't be anytime soon.

This is when Dallas interjected: "I told her, nah, he's still sittin too high." And then went on to explain: "I grew up on a farm."

Thanks for the horse comparison, honey. ;)

But the midwife actually said that he's right and that she grew up on a farm too. Ooookkaaayyyy....

So she starts feeling around on him and shows me where his head is, which way he's turned, and *ahem* gauged some other indicators that all pointed to "not today, sister". In fact, she said if she had to guess, she'd say he's about 5 1/2 or 6 pounds, and will probably be about 7 pounds at delivery and that she wouldn't even plan on him being here by his due date of March 23. She said more to plan for like the 30th, and if he arrives before that, well then, we'll all just be pleasantly surprised!

I sort of think it would be neat if he waited till the 31st to share my birthday.

But considering who his daddy is... An April Fools baby wouldn't surprise me in the least. ;)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

37 Weeks



Well folks, we've got us a full term baby!

I'm told that he could realistically come any day now, and that when he does, he's likely to thrive. Whew! I've waited exactly 37 weeks to hear that!

On one hand, I hear it, know that it could happen any time, and get all excited to have him. We finally started organizing the nursery, we have one more shower this weekend, and now it's just a waiting game. But then I also get all freaked out because I'm a planner and have no control over this! I just know my water will break at any moment in the middle of a very public place - which has been a fear of mine since day 1. Because then what do you do? Find a janitor and apologize? Run away? It may be overly dramatic, but in my head it happens just like it did in Coneheads where she floods the whole house. Yikes.

On the other hand, this is our first baby, and we were both firsts and pretty late. I was 8 days late. (I'm due on the day I was supposed to be born.. did I ever tell you that?) And they finally forced Dallas out after 10 days. So in my mind, I can see Severin staying put for the long haul too.

I really don't have an inkling on this one.

But in the meantime? Keep your phones charged!