We have a nursery

Well, we finally took the time to set up the nursery. Of course, it looks sort of scarce considering we have no comforter or anything, but all of that will come soon enough.

I will be 30 weeks this Thursday- my Doctor told me a few weeks ago that she probably won't let me go too far past 38 weeks- so we are really entering the home stretch! We finally have decided 100% on a boy set and a little girl set for the nursery- so after the baby is born my husband will head down the street to either Babies R Us or the local Baby store to make our purchase- depending on whether it's a boy or a girl.

I have to say, it was very emotional for us when we set up that baby bed. When we took it down a few years ago, we had just lost baby #3. I was so angry over having to take that bed down and find a place to store it. I can promise you that a big piece of our hearts was put away along with the baby bed that day.

When I came home from the neighbors house Friday night Jason had just got the bed down and was wiping the dust off it. He had tears in his eyes when he looked at me and said, "We have waited a long time for this...too long." Honestly, as hard as it's been for me over the years dealing with all of the loss and heartache- it makes it even harder for me when I am reminded how much my husband and daughter have hurt too.

Since Friday night I have passed by the nursery about 50 some odd times, and it still takes me by surprise when I catch a glimpse of that baby bed out of the corner of my eye. I thank God that He has brought us so far in this journey. And I am very excited to be able to welcome a new little one into our lives in just a few short weeks!

The Anatomy of a Bladder

Has anyone out there ever wondered why the heck the bladder is made of such a material to be confused as a trampoline by a growing fetus?

Well, at 2:30, 3:45, and 5:00 this morning...I wondered that exact thing.

Cause here's the deal. I mean, He's God. He designs perfect creations- without any flaw. Who are we to questions His intentions and/or designs? However, I distinctly felt a foot pounce onto my bladder more than once last night. And when you are jolted awake by such things, so many times in one night, you can't help but question God's choice of material used in the making of a bladder. I mean, right off the top of my head... steel might have been a good choice. I'm thinking that wouldn't cave under the pressure of a 2 lb 9 oz baby's foot. My other, very logical suggestion that came to me during yet another sleepless night of bathrooms breaks, was that maybe, just maybe God could have figured out a way to have a woman's bladder be a tad higher up. Oh, I don't know... say just a little higher in the chest cavity area- or maybe under your armpit. He's God...He could totally make it work!

Who knows, maybe before Eve sinned the bladder might have been in a different location. Or maybe made of a little tougher material. And ever since the fall of man pregnant women have been running to the bathroom all hours of the day AND NIGHT; because let's face it... the current bladder positioning is perfect for the foot stomping.

You know, now that I think about it- it's all just part of the training. Waking up 4 or 5 times a night for the last few months of pregnancy, when you could actually be banking some serious sleep hours, is good training for when you have to get up in the middle of the night with a hungry crying baby. And, getting your bladder stomped on by a little bitty foot is just practice for the times that you'll get kicked, bowled over or toes stomped on by a moving child. Yesterday I substituted for Bayli's kindergarten class in an emergency situation, and I kid you not my feet and toes got stepped on at least 6 times in 3 1/2 hours. (Which is really saying something considering they napped for 1 of those hours.)

I guess that's all part of God's plan...it's just a practice run for the journey ahead. Not a bad trade off, now that I think about it!

And as much as I'd love to finish my thoughts on this delicate subject...I must run...F.I.B. (foot in bladder :)