37 Weeks


Well folks, I’m officially “full term”.  And to that I say “ha!”  Doesn’t full term mean 42 weeks?  (At some point, I should probably at least acknowledge that there is a CHANCE this kid could come early….but for now, I’m fine to live in the zone of “we have a while left to go yet, so settle in and make yourselves comfortable”)

It IS kind of crazy to think that this kid could come at any time, or at least within the next month.  And just like with the other pregnancies, we have reached the time when we need to make our “if the baby comes tomorrow, what needs to happen so that we’re NOT screwed?” List.  

It feels like this list may just be a little bit longer than the other two kids, and at the very stinking top of this list is WE REALLY NEED TO SETTLE ON A NAME.  It will come, but if this kid really DID come tomorrow, it would be nameless, so at the top of the list it shall sit.  

We have ALSO reached the point in the pregnancy where because we are planning a home birth, I am feeling the pressure to make sure our house is somewhat clean and in order just in case.  I realize that this part isn’t essential to a successful birth, but there is just something about knowing that there will be other people in all areas of our home that makes me want to make sure the baseboards are clean, you know?  (ok, I’m kind of lying, I’m definitely not worried about baseboards….clean toilets? yes.  Baseboards? not so much)  The unfortunate thing about this is that we actually could have 5 whole weeks left, and that’s a long time to be “on notice” for having a pretty clean house.  It is currently in a GREAT state – bathrooms are clean, floors are scrubbed/vacuumed and laundry is up to date.  I really can’t promise this will be the state a bunch of weeks from now.  But a girl can dream right?

We can also title this week “The week my body gave up”. With my other two pregnancies, by this point, I did have a bit of lower back pain, but nothing that was hindering in any real way.  This time around, however, I have some crazy lower back pain that essentially rendered me useless this week.  Last weekend after probably “over-doing it” with too much walking, by Sunday night, I actually couldn’t walk.  I couldn’t tell you if it was nerves or muscles, or both, but in any case, I ended up with crutches and did my darnedest to not have to walk up or down any stairs.  
I had some great chiropractor adjustments and a massage last Tuesday which was incredible.  By incredible, I mean that it felt like my therapist was stabbing me repeatedly with a super sharp knife for an hour – but boy did it work.  For the first time in 5 days I couldn’t feel my back or legs -in a good way, as in, the pain was almost all gone.  It was so encouraging to know that at least there was a solution to my invalidity.  
So, my back is still super tight, and I am definitely limping and waddling in THE most cliche pregnant way – but compared to last weekend, I can handle it.  (And I foresee several more massages in my future before this baby comes)  Overall – it’s pretty humbling to actually not be able to do certain things and have people want to dote on my all the time because I look so incompetent.  

Finally – in case we’re not friends on Facebook, or you missed the link – it IS that time of year again when all of you get to place your bets on who this baby will be, and when they will arrive.  Up for grabs? A $10.00 Starbucks gift card.  Just click the link here
As far as the insider scoop:
Both my other kids were pretty overdue (10 days and 14 days)
They were 8.6 lbs and 8.15 lbs and both of them were 21.5 inches.

Have fun guessing and bring on the next 3 5 weeks!

The Little Things


Today started at its usual break-neck speed, and I wasn’t terribly excited as I looked ahead to the hours that faced me.  A midwife visit at the exact same time that I was supposed to be in a meeting.  A husband who needed to work at least 12 hours today due to meetings.  Facing the school/day care pick up-supper prep-bedtime routine solo.

None of it was super daunting, but none of it was really stirring me up with excitement, either.

But you know what? It was a pretty good day and truthfully, I’m just so thankful for the little things that helped to tip this day to the side of good, instead of mediocre.

The kids were healthy, and in good moods and for anyone who has kids, you’ll know that this is priceless currency.

My midwife appointment was switched around, and all meetings could happen according to schedule.

The kids played outside for almost 2 hours today after school/day care.  This is a first.  Having a 2 and 4 year old, we still mostly live in the world of 10 minutes of uninterrupted play, and then someone ends up at the back door asking for something, or crying because of an injury.  It was such a gift to get some things done (read: dinner) while they got to enjoy the incredible weather that today held.

My midwife appointment was a home visit and happened to coincide with the hours my kids played outside, meaning I could have an uninterrupted, solid visit with my midwife, who I really do love.  And then when it came time to check the baby’s heartbeat, I called the kids inside and there they stood, in the doorframe of our patio door, boots still on, grinning from ear to ear as they heard the steady thump-thump of this little one.

They then ran back outside and had a great conversation with the neighbour kids they were talking with over the back fence.  “Did you see the baby? Is it here now?”  “No – it’s not here, we just heard it.”  “What colour is its hair?”  “we don’t know yet, it’s not borned yet”.

We ate a dinner that involved no tears, emptied plates and actual listening during our bible story.

Even when Ellie whacked her chin on the table and bit her tongue so hard there are teeth marks all along the left side of her tongue that oozed blood for several minutes, she was quickly appeased by an ice cube and face cloth and the trauma seemed minimal.


So today, nothing made it a banner day that is really worth noting, but sometimes, its just the little things that add up to make it worth noting.


33 Weeks


This is embarrassingly the third picture I’ve taken in the past 5 of so weeks, thinking that I will always get around to posting a pregnancy update eventually.

So, you can at least know that I WANTED to post something at week 27, and then 29 and then 31 and now well, here we are.  Let’s get to it shall we?

I’m well on my way to 34 weeks (my weeks turn over on the Friday), and man, if I’m not just a little bit sad at how fast this is all going.  I really wouldn’t be sad if I go over 40 weeks, which, lets be honest, is likely to happen given my track record.  And that would be ok with me.  Oh how I love feeling this little one move around inside my belly, and there’s something kind of fun about the anticipation and preparation that comes with being pregnant.

Baby names.  Let’s talk about this.  You guys, WE HAVE NO BABY NAMES.  Ok, that’s a teensy bit dramatic – we finally started tossing around a few ideas last week – so we have some options, but none seem like the keepers just yet.  WHY OH WHY is this such a “thing”?  What is it, that in the endless, limitless options for what we could call our kid, we can’t seem to feel anything more than “meh” about any of the choices yet?  I think it will come – we have a few frontrunners that just may stick if we think about them a bit more and throw them together with a middle name.

And while we’re on the topic of names – we have been asked several times if we are intentionally going to pick another “E” name.  And welllll, the answer is no . In fact, I thought I would try my darnedest to AVOID an E name because I swore we would never be “those people”. But wouldn’t you know it, I just kind of happen to really like a lot of names that start with E.  So, it’s a soft maybe.  If we do it, I know we’ll spend the remainder of our years when in casual conversation with others, explaining that it wasn’t so much on purpose that we did that.

How am I feeling you ask?  Well, YOU may not be asking, but pretty much everyone else is. And truthfully, I feel pretty good.  I am so thankful that I have no ongoing aches or pains.  I’m still sleeping pretty well – although there is what I like to refer to as the “pee threshold”.  It’s pretty much a guarantee that I’ll be getting up once in the night to pee, and sometimes, I can avoid the urge in my sleepless state for a while.  Which is silly.  I really should just get up and go, because otherwise I spend the hours of 2-5 am kind of needing to pee, which is far more uncomfortable than just hauling my keester out of bed to pee already.

Birth.  Yep, let’s just talk about it.  It’s sort of a non-negotiable in this whole process, and we’re getting to the point where it’s time to think about it.  As with our other kids, we are hoping for a home birth, and will plan on using our hypnobirthing training to have a positive experience.  As always, we hold our plans loosely and ultimately are praying for a safe and healthy delivery, however that needs to happen.

There you have it – the rundown of 33 weeks.  7 (ish) more weeks to go.  If you need me, you can find me sitting alone in a room feverishly making a list of possible baby names.



Energizer Bunny

I’ve not written nearly enough about Zeke in this space lately.  My goodness he’s 26 months old, and talks a mile a minute (I actually think he has a bigger vocabulary than Ellie did at this age, which I didn’t think was possible), and laughs and laughs at things and has very few ounces of baby left in him at all.

There’s one thing that I have written about a few times and that is since the fall, (when he learned how to climb out of his crib) we have at to change our strategy with getting Zeke to sleep.
It started by switching his crib to a bed and then gating him into his room each night so he could roam freely until he got tired of playing and protesting and then would fall asleep.

In more recent months, we haven’t needed to put up the gate, and for the most part, he just contentedly plays in his room until he just doesn’t anymore and falls asleep.

It just may be the cutest thing ever to check on him on our way to bed and just see him passed out at the last spot he was playing before tiredness overtook him.  Ben and I often joke that he just goes and goes and goes, and there’s really no convincing him to stop, until he’s just all tuckered out and plops down, toys strewn all about, and him in the midst of it.


Good golly do I ever love this kid.

Three Weeks Later

My last blog post was exactly three weeks ago.  I have a few in the “drafts” folder that I have started, but not finished, and that pretty much sums up our lives this month.

My free time is so few and far between that I usually only have time to sit down with my thoughts long enough for them to start to be formed.  But not so much finished.  Perhaps this is where the term scatterbrained would apply.

This month has been extra busy  at work, as I am in a season of visiting all of the Home Churches (small groups) that I oversee at our church.  It’s a great month, one where I get a chance to interact with hundreds of the people in our church as I share an update, gather feedback and answer any questions they may have.   This home church tour happens once a year (intentionally, anyway.  I am still visiting my home churches more often, but this is the visit coordinated church wide), and it makes for a pretty intense month.

I calculated that I am out 21 nights of this month.  I am just gonna go ahead and make the correlation that perhaps, maybe just maybe, that’s why I wrote my last blog post 21 days ago.

I am nearing the end however.  I have 3 visits to go, plus 2 training meetings with my leaders, so this weekend and next week will continue to be a gong show, but then? Then I will rediscover what it’s like to put my kids to bed in the evenings.  Or to sit down and watch tv.  Or maybe read a book? Or, well, here’s a crazy thought, perhaps blog from time to time?

Despite a crazy schedule (and we haven’t even thrown Ben’s crazy work life into this mix yet), it’s been a good month.  Ellie and Zeke are so easy to roll with the punches, and if they aren’t making us laugh, they are laughing together at some silly thing we couldn’t possibly understand as their parents.
We have managed to find small (and I mean small), pockets of time to hang out together just Ben and I, and even though most days and nights consist of the revolving door around here, we are content, and our hearts are full.

And just because this blog has been lacking in the picture department recently, here’s our latest endeavour.  Tiddly Winks.  The kids have loved having a game they can play together, and sort of succeed in.  And by sort of, I mean that Zeke is aiming in the entirely wrong direction 80% of the time but still gets so excited when he pops his little coin up into the air. “I win! I win!”  12525561_10154409729931029_4913764520768964671_o

Random Thought for the Day

I think the first step to gearing up for potty training Zeke is to get him to stop referring to his underwear as panties.  #lifewithanoldersister


(To be clear -we aren’t even close to starting to potty training yet – he just happened to find the stash of underwear that someone gave us in his drawer and is thrilled about wearing his spiderman and Bob the Builder “panties”)


The kids are asleep, Ben is at yoga and the kitchen is clean.  Could it possibly be for what seems like once in my life I have time to do….whatever I want?  Sure, there is always something that needs doing, but tonight I’m going to try and tick off some of the faaaaaar away down the to-do list items that are never urgent, nor important.   So, I made dough.  A big ol’ batch of dough – that is currently rising in the fridge.  I’m skeptical hopeful that I’ll have time to make it into something later tonight or tomorrow.  (Cinnamon buns anyone?) 

Ben took Ellie skating for the first time on Sunday and gosh darn it, if I didn’t tear up looking at the pictures when they got home.  Sometimes, my breath just gets taken away by the fastness of this all – her being four, and old enough to skate, and try new things, and becoming more into the little person she is meant to be.  

I am seriously craving a sunny vacation.  Probably because I know one isn’t coming, it’s making the longing that much greater, but oh what I wouldn’t do to be sitting on a beach right now.  The thing is, I’m not even sick of this winter – we have had it GOOD, people, and I am kind of loving the fact that today was 6 degrees.  I think I just have such wonderful memories and feelings attached to the trips we have taken to warm places in cold months, and that, perhaps is more what I’m yearning for.  

So, to curb that craving, I have started planning a mini two day getaway for our family over the March break, while Ellie’s off school.  It will absolutely NOT be to somewhere exotic, or even warm.  In fact, it will likely be somewhere laughable – a place where people probably don’t tend to go to “get away”, but I am looking forward to it nonetheless.  Even as an adult, I kind of love spending a night or two in a hotel, and now that we have kids, we get to see the excitement of just being in a place with a swimming pool!  We’ll do family things, check out some kids attractions, eat out a bit and try and sneakily watch tv once the kids fall asleep in the hotel room.  

This third kid of mine (the one still in utero) has started moving a lot more and I love it.  Up until last week, I was actually a little bit worried at it’s level of movement.  Not worried that something was actually wrong, but just that this kid seemed lethargic (we can file that one under “nonsense things that pregnant ladies worry about”).  So to see all sides of my belly get stretched and prodded from the inside just puts a smile on my face.

Let’s discuss laundry for a moment mmmmk?  It really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that as our family has grown, the amount of laundry we need to do will also grow, but I guess I’m a little bit slow, because without fail, each week, I am astounded at the full laundry bin  that needs to be dealt with.  I often have an internal dialogue with the heaping pile before me “Are you for real? How are you so big already?  What happened to the days when it was just Ben and I and we could go weeks without shoving in a load?!”  I am fully aware that I am having this conversation with an inanimate object, but at least I’m not actually having it out loud.    
I think part of the problem is that our kids have reached an age where guaranteed, whatever they have worn that day, will need to be washed.  We had some glory years in there, where thanks to immobility, lack of spit up, and general contented playing, we could often re-fold a shirt or some pants, since it was hardly dirty.  Those days are GONE my friends.  The amount of food on Zeke’s clothes could feed him for another meal (and yes, he does wear a bib!), and good golly, Ellie ALWAYS comes home from school with black marker on her.  And all I can think each day is: “WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU GUYS DOING WITH BLACK MARKER ALL THE FREAKING TIME?”  “WHERE ARE THE OTHER COLOURS?” “LIKE THE PINKS AND PURPLES….YOU KNOW,THE ONES THAT ARE THE SAME COLOURS AS YOUR CLOTHES?!”   “WHERE IS THE JOY?!”  I have come thisclose to writing a note in her communication book asking her teacher these very questions.  But so far have restrained myself.  And just invested in more stain remover.  

And so that’s where I’ll end my randoms list today.  I am weakly attempting to make 2016 a bit of a blog revival, and so that means subjecting you to posts that focus on the state of my laundry.  Thanks for reading!