We will be welcoming a LITTLE LADY into our family on or around DECEMBER 15. Hopefully she comes before Christmas, but either way we are excited.
HOW WE FOUND OUT:
As we were in the final weeks of training prior to the race, I found myself acting funny. I was exhausted and lethargic. I just thought it was because I was running 30+ miles a week. (My goal is to run a marathon between each pregnancy, in hopes to stay in shape and to keep working towards some sort of goal) Anyways, the week of the race Sean and I were talking about when we would try to start adding to our family. I told him, one morning, that my body was so weird lately (still thinking all the running and weening Charlie from nursing were my answers) and that we would have to wait a few months for it to regulate itself again. That same morning I went to a friend's house. I asked her if she had problems when she weened her children. I also said that my body was probably just punishing me for working it too hard and that maybe I was coming down with some sort of bug. She insisted that I was pregnant. I denied and said there was no way. She brought me one of her digital tests (I was worried she was giving me such a nice test to take when I knew what the answer was going to be already). I really thought I would be so sorry when we saw that it was negative and I just used her last one. Lo and behold, I was numb when I saw the word 'pregnant' across the little screen. I was so numb to the whole thing, that I wandered home and sat there wondering how to tell Sean. He was planning to run home for lunch that day. He always checks the mail on his way in and thoroughly scans each piece of mail. I decided to write him an anonymous card and tell him in it. I couldn't wait to see his reaction. If only he could've seen my reaction when he called and said that he was in the middle of a complicated case and wouldn't be home. I made some lame excuse up and went in to bring him lunch and the mail. After what seemed like forever, we were alone and he was able to go through the mail. He waited, for what seemed like an eternity, to open the random card up. He was so shocked he had to read it a few times until he could process it. HE GOT SO EXCITED! We talked about how ironic it was that we had had that specific conversation that morning. He was sad that he missed looking at a pee stick and so off I went to get one at the dollar store. I took another one so that he could be a part of the excitement. Then we were both excited, nervous, in awe, and wondering what I would do that Saturday for the race.
We decided that my body was prepared for the race and that this little one came in the thick of training, so it must be out of our hands. That was why the race was SO hard. I vowed I wouldn't do another one again and just stick to half marathons. I am now thinking about the next one....
We also waited until I was 15 weeks to tell our parents and siblings. I didn't want either of our mothers to worry that I put the baby in harm's way running that race. The wait paid off. Everyone was happy and no one questioned our decision to have me run.
We are excited to become a family of four! Now, off I go to take a nap.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
As I look at my blog and then to my toddler I realize that I am missing out on documenting several cute things he does. I only hope that as I sit here typing, I can remember those cute things.
I'll start with some easy stuff. He LOVES being outside in the sandbox, swimming pool, grass pile (yes, dried grass clippings lure him in), at the park, taking walks through the cemetery, hiking, camping, and anything with dad (watering the garden, mowing the lawn, and washing the car).
*side story #1* Sean decided to go out to mow the lawn while grandma Joanie was inside, with Charlie, playing toys. Charlie heard the lawn mower and started freaking out. Grandma took Charlie outside to see what Sean was doing. He immediately wanted to be put in the backpack to help Sean and started yelling at him, in his broken baby babble, for mowing the lawn without him. Looks like it will be a father/son chore until Sean's back says no.
*side story #2* I had to stop at Safeway to get a few things, and put Charlie in a car cart. That was the most peaceful shopping experience I have had. He was so quiet and just kept his hands on the steering wheel. When I had to take him out and put him in his car seat, you would've thought he was getting ten shots. He threw the biggest tantrum. So big that he almost wiggled out of my arms. I had to set all the shopping bags down just to get a better grip on him.
He HATES getting put into his car seat (which cuts my errand running down significantly) and sharing cars.
|Charlie and Lacey played so well together on our trip to Oregon.....until she wanted to get in and have a ride. Thankfully Lacey is so sweet and forgiving. As parents we realized it's time for a crash-course in sharing.|
Charlie is a talker. The words we've audibly heard and have been able to decipher are: GO!(whenever he wants to go outside this word is on repeat), mommy, daddy, dada, mama, mopa (grandpa), mayma (grandma), dog, puppy, choo (juice/water/milk/sippy cup), Ryder 'wyer' (yelled it at his cousin, Ryder's, baseball game), please (signs and says), more (signs and says), where'd it go (sounds more like 'ordigo'), poo, all done (signs), NO!, uh-oh, weeeee, whoa, yay, ball, hot (he'll say hot and then blow on what is hot), hello, hi, hello buddy (he said this the other day, while patting a little boy's back), swing ('wing'), bubble, turtle, yuck, cracker, and bye bye.
His day is a full one. We wake up, drop Sean off at work, take a walk with friends, visit a park/go to the library/visit friends, come home and do chores, eat lunch, read books, take a nap (anywhere from 2-3 hours long), play inside or outside, pick up Sean, follow Sean around the house outside or inside, eat dinner, play, bathtime, bedtime routine (brush teeth, books, sing, pray, rock), and finally go to bed. He sleeps from 8:30-7:30. He'd sleep longer, but we have to wake him to drive Sean to work. Hopefully one day we'll have a second car...... dream on, Rachel.
We are taking him to nursery now so that he'll adjust by the time he's 18 months (hopefully).
We love him more than we thought we could, and can't imagine how boring life would be without him.
Sean has said, on more than one occasion, that he just doesn't want him to get any bigger. He loves Charlie's hugs, cuddles, babbling, and that he's his little shadow.
*side story* Charlie loves the hymn books at church. As we sing he needs his own book. He'll sing his own songs along with us as he waves his arms, trying to follow the chorister. The other night he found a hymn book on our bookshelf. He picked it up and handed it to Sean. Charlie turned the pages until he stopped on a song. He then began to wave his arms about, to lead Sean. Sean started singing the song. When it was done Charlie turned to another song and proceeded to lead. This went on for half an hour and until we were rolling in laughter.
|He said 'uh-oh' after he spilled the cereal's remains onto the floor, and then started munching away.|
|Kissing cousins. Maybe we should stop encouraging and taking pictures of this.|
|Hiking to Punch Bowl Falls, in OR.|
|Punch Bowl Falls|
|Picking up rocks to throw into the water.|
|Loving the slide at the park|
|Charlie has such a wonderful father.|