Da-Nile, it ain't just a river in Egypt!

I remember being pregnant with my first child. I found out so early on, and immediately called to get into the Dr. only to find out they didn't need to see me for 5 more weeks. I remember rounding up how many weeks I was dying to be further along than I was. Buying Maternity clothes before I needed them, and letting the belly out to make it obvious that I was indeed with child! I remember wanting my husband with me at all my appointments. I remember being hurt when the Dr. told me that it wasn't the baby moving that I was feeling, it was only gas. I remember how long it took to get to 20 weeks, and after finding out the gender, rushing to the store to buy as much as I could. I remember eating enough for 2... (adults, I might add), and napping whenever I felt tired. I remember everyone telling me I would go early and I remember thinking every day the last 6 weeks, "It could happen today". I remember that I was ready for it to happen.

Fast forward 7 years to today, and here I sit 37 weeks pregnant with my 5th child, trying to convince myself that we are there, done, el final, crossing that finish line. It's time to get my butt in gear and get cracking on getting some baby clothes, pacifiers, sheets. Time to clean the last of girls things out of the baby room and set up shop! Yes indeed, so much changes from the first to the last. For instance, I didn't call my Dr. till I was 10 weeks along. When people ask me many weeks I am, I answer in months. I have loathed maternity clothes and this time bought a few pairs of regular jeans - just up a size or 4. When my husband asked me if I wanted him at one of my appointments, I stared at him and replied "what for?" I remembered the first time I felt the baby that it was probably just gas, and this time after finding out the sex of the baby all we rushed out to do was share the good news. I don't have the luxury at napping when I am tired, and when my Dr. suggested bed rest to me, I simply laughed and told him it wasn't going to happen. One thing that has held true for all my pregnancies though is I have eaten enough for 2...(adults). Sigh.... I sadly never learned, and my thighs are now so close I think I over heard them talking about moving in together! Oh the joys of pregnancy.

And then she was 7...

We partied it up at Ceramica today, fully loaded with snacks, balloons, smiles, presents, cake and fun!!!!!

I can't believe she is seven

Tu-tu Cute

Paige and Claire have started Ballet! They love it. Here they are on their first day...

It's a BOY!

Who knew we had another boy in us?

Spooktacular

Before all the leaves are gone,

and the turkey has been carved.

Before you hear the Christmas song,

and in the Super Bowl see Favre.

Hear are some faces you may know,

they'll bring a smile to you.

From the night the pumpkins glow,

and the wind whispers BOO!

It was a BOO-tiful time!

no. 5

You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. That's one of my favorite things to tell my kids. For some reason this cutesy little saying just seems to make sense to them too?! Who'd a thought.

I was at the Dr.s today reading Parenting Magazine and they mentioned this little phrase. I decided to take the advice. For the past 8 weeks I have been silently and not so silently throwing a fit! For those of you who don't know yet, I am pregnant.... again. Against all odds too. Immediately following the birth of our last child we "made sure" we would have any more. Now here we are 19 mo. later growing no. 5. I have been up and down, mostly down, trying to figure out how, why and why. All the answers in the world though will not change the fact that in 7 mo. there will be another child in this house.

I have been afraid at all my first Dr. appointments. Thinking maybe I am not really pregnant. Maybe being sick and tired is something I have made up and nothing is in there. Today was no different. Just like all the other times too, there it was. Tiny little life, heart beating so fast it must be another girl! No. 5 didn't plan for this either, yet the gift of life has been given and given against all the odds. So today I am putting away the fit my husband has lovingly endured, and I will start counting the weeks till the arrival of no. 5.

12 weeks and counting....

Too far gone

By that I mean, I am so far behind I can not possibly catch up. So let's just say my blog also had Summer Vacation! School starts tomorrow and this year we are doing things a little differently. I will be teaching Olivia at home for 1st grade. I am really excited to give this a go. This past week I have been busy getting the bonus room in our new house ready to go. Yes, new house, we moved. Sorry. Blog was on vacation.

Tonight I unpacked the last of the materials and we actually look ready to go. Olivia is very happy and this evening she reminded me to please wake her up, so she is not late. I love that girl. Claire and Paige are also excited to be learning along with sister this year. They are ready for Pre-School and I will include them in on lessons too. So let the fun begin!!