Beginning of The End

35
1/2
weeks.

Am I really almost done? Part of me can't believe this crazy journey of being pregnant is actually coming to an end. It's surreal. While most of me is so uncomfortable and tired and ready to not grow a human being any more, there is a tiny part (a rather big part tonight) of me that is sad to see the stage end. The stage of my sweet precious little boy, all nestled safe and sound inside of me. He is safe from everything in there. No one can tease him or make him feel less than he is. Nothing can damage his spirit, make him afraid. There are no scraped knees or elbows, no bloody noses, no tummy aches where he is right now. And I really think I will miss him when he's here. How, you ask? I just think that in the quiet moments in the night or early in the morning, or when I'm alone somewhere, I will miss his stubborn and deliberate movements inside me. Don't get me wrong, I am so ecstatic to meet this little man, to hold him, to gaze into his eyes that are half mine and half the man I love; I just don't want to forget the feeling of always being able to keep him safe. The feeling of anticipation, of wondering who he is, what his little nose will look like, if he'll have my feet or his daddy's, if he'll be as stubborn as me or as easy going as his father. But really, truly, I can't wait another second to have his wrinkled, warm, little red body in my arms, screaming to the world that he's arrived. I already have a feeling that he's going to be a real go-getter, that he'll be a wild little boy, and mostly, that I'll be so in love with him that my world will stop. I can't wait.

*Thanks to my sister in law Sarah for the amazing pics. Check out her site: mymatilda.com

Breakfast

Nothing says pregnant like turkey sausage, peaches, mango salsa and some orange soda for breakfast. Plus the fact that I'm finally eating breakfast at 1 pm.

YUM.

The Good Ol' Days

So Gideon and I decided that we'd better make the most of these last few weeks of not having a child in tow. Don't get me wrong, we're super excited, but there's some things we won't be doing again (alone) for a very long time. Monday was our day off, so we slept in until 11 (shameful, I know...) spent the afternoon going to the doctor then running a few errands, and by the time we got home I was pooped. So we got a redbox and ordered pizza. What a good night. It was so fun to be lazy and feel like we were dating again (movies on the couch, staying up late, etc ). Tuesday was crazy for Gideon with work and school, so somehow on Wednesday (our other day off) we slept in until 11 AGAIN. We keep saying we'll get up early and get a head start on the day, but really, why?? Soon we'll never sleep again. So we're soakin' it up. We went to the movies Wednesday night and loved it. Gideon only has classes 2 days a week this semester instead of 3, which feels like a HUGE change. Also, his classes aren't nearly as intense. It's been so so so wonderful to see more of each other and really get to hang out together. We went out for Sushi last week and have a few more places on the list to go. Of course, all these nights-on-the-town are funded by awesome coupon deals that we find and/or gift cards from Christmas. Couldn't have come at a better time! By 9 o'clock I'm dead tired and ready for bed, but it sure is fun enjoying the early evening.

Right now I'm washing a load of baby clothes to have ready when we bring this little guy home from the hospital. Also on the list this week: pack my hospital bag. The clock is ticking and I am officially anxious. I'm starting to realize that all the miserable symptoms that come with pregnancy are worth it because, at the end. . . you get a BABY!! We can hardly stand the wait at this point. The other night Gideon was asking me about everything that's going to happen in the delivery room right after I have the baby. (I plan to breastfeed right away, so he just wanted to know when it would be his turn to hold our little son). I laughed and told him he'd get to hold him right away! He was still a little serious and said, in the most loving and sweet tone, "Ok, just don't hog him, Ok?" I love that my little boy has a dad who is desperately in love with him already.

LOVE it.

Procrastination

For some reason, when I know there's something I should do, even if it's an easy thing, I tend to avoid it. Example: Blogging. Vacuuming. Returning a shirt to target that's been sitting in the backseat of my car (recently moved to the trunk) for weeks. I really don't know what my problem is but I should really teach myself to get over it. Really. So after I post this . . . I . . .will . . .vacuum.

Christmas was wonderful! We spent Christmas Eve with Jared and Lynn. Lynn made us dinner and I made cheese balls and sugar cookies and we watched it's a wonderful life. Christmas day we headed up to the Smylie's for some family togetherness time. It was such a good holiday. We stayed up way too late, ate way too much and talked until my throat hurt. We loved it. We also managed to get up to Salt Lake to see the lights at temple square. It was FREEZING but the lights were so pretty! New year's came and went, and so far at the top of my new years resolution list is to expel a baby!! Seriously, my list looks like this. . .

Have the baby

Run a 1/2 Marathon (by September)

Birth the baby

Read the Book of Mormon

Get the baby out.

I always dreamed of being pregnant and while I have LOVED so many aspects of it, I admit it's not quite all it's cracked up to be. Today I got caught by surprise with a vomiting spell and it happened on my carpet. ON MY CARPET. Isn't that what people say about their two year old who got sick?!? Not to a grown woman. I have about this much pride left. I have a bum in my left ribs and two feet in my right, and a very hard head on top of my bladder. But I have to say, I love feeling so close to this little boy who will one day think I am such a dorky parent. I love feeling him try to get comfy in there or have the hiccups. I just think my skin might tear open at any moment, so it's a good thing he is coming out soon (hopefully). It really is a mix of emotions. I love knowing he's safe in there but I also just want him to come out so badly. Seven weeks and counting. I am so excited to meet this wild little man!

Also: I was deathly ill all last week and now that I am recovering, I seem to have lost more brain cells. I don't know if this is post sickness brain fog or pregnancy related, but I really am the biggest space case on the planet. So please excuse me if you have a conversation with me and it seems as though I'm not all there.

The temple looked so beautiful with all the trees lit up around it!

A little too frozen for a real smile from either of us . . .

The belly has come in handy for eating on the couch!

32 weeks. Sorry I always post these pictures so late that it's almost time for another. I'm now 33 weeks.

And finally, a picture of my wonderful husband, apron and all. This was on Christmas Eve, helping me cook. He has been such a great help during this pregnancy with stuff, especially in the kitchen! Love you honey.

Everything

It's been quite a long time since I've done any kind of update on here. SO. Here it goes.

We went to Arizona during the first week of December, and I was a slacker and didn't get any pictures. It was a ton of fun though. So nice to just sit around my parents house, watch movies, play with my adorable niece and nephew, eat lots of food, etc. Awesome week. Thanks so much mom and dad for all the hospitality. It really was so wonderful being there.

Gideon finished finals, somehow managing to keep his sanity intact. He had to pull a few all-nighters, literally. Not an ounce of sleep. Poor guy. But I think it's all gonna be worth it to see his grades on Thursday. Now his big project is applying to BYU for the upcoming fall semester. We're crossing our fingers.

This is our apartment after the all nighter. Notice the suit cases still on the living room floor.

We finally got our Christmas tree up last week, and just decorated it this last Sunday. How horrible are we?!? I've never put up Christmas stuff this late, but in a way it's more special having it so close. My sister in law Lynn has had to remind me to finish making my stockings and do my decor. I'm so glad she does otherwise I would maybe have never done it this year!We had to buy some extra lights for the top half, and obviously they're not as bright as the ones on the bottom half. Oh well. And we're still working on the star.

Alas, the reason for all my Christmas procrastination has been partly due to the fact that all I want to do is sit on my couch and eat tums. The heartburn has been insane. If I take a sip of water, heartburn. If I eat ANYTHING, I get heartburn. Even now, just sitting here, I get heartburn. Gideon makes me what we call "the throne" in bed, consisting of a big blanket and about a million pillows behind me to prop me up so I can sleep somewhat comfortably while staying vertical. But I read that the hormone that causes heartburn also causes fetal hair to sprout, so the more heartburn you have, your baby is supposed to have more hair! Also, this little boy has taken up residence under my left rib. His new favorite spot. It's usually his little bum I can feel wedged in there, but sometimes I get a good kick and wow does it feel just great. I'm nervous that he still has to double his weight before he's born, cuz it's starting to feel pretty crowded in there already. Although I am grateful for every little kick or nudge these days. He gave us a scare last week. He is usually SUPER wild in there, but for two days he was so so calm and barely moved, so I had to go into the doctor and get a non-stress test. Pretty much they monitor his heart rate when he moves to make sure he has enough oxygen. Of course, as soon as they strap me up, he goes crazy. He's going to be so dramatic, I can already tell. But I was really relieved to know he's ok in there. Just needed a little attention. But really, overall, I'm feeling pretty good and I think the last few weeks has been the best part of my pregnancy. We just lay in bed at night and watch my belly do the wave while he moves around like crazy. It's so so fun. We are so excited to meet our sweet little guy.

29 weeks. This picture is almost a week old now. Sorry. I had Gideon take these at one in the morning, hence no face.

Also: We still have to name him! Suggestions welcome. So far we are thinking of naming him Finn. The middle name is Adam after my sweet brother who is special needs. So it would look something like . . . Finn Adam Medley. I also like Cash/Cache and a few others. Feel free to offer thoughts; I'll take the ones I like and ignore the ones I don't. Nothing personal. :)

Finally, the last thing to post is that this morning, we woke up to a winter wonderland! So pretty outside. There is about a foot of snow. I'm so excited to have a white Christmas!!

Daddy's Little Boy

My dearest little man,

It's me, mommy. You don't know who I am yet, you only know the soft rocking of your constant warm little bath, my heartbeat, and maybe my wild laughter. And although I technically haven't met you yet either, I am really starting to know you pretty well. You like it when I lay on my right side, and when I kneel really awkwardly to say prayers. You always kick the most when I'm in those positions. You are a wild little one, just like your daddy. You kick me non stop and sometimes I really wonder what's going on in there. I know as soon as you can walk, you'll be crawling over things and jumping off of furniture way too high to be safe; again, just like your daddy.

Your dad and I always sit and wonder what you will be like, who you'll grow up to be, what your dreams will be. But something we already know and will always know is where you come from and what makes you you. I hope someday I can really, I mean really make you understand that you are the product of So. Much. Love. That two young kids sacrificed so much to bring you here, because we wanted to see your face, to meet you, to see what you might become, and to be allowed a brief moment to teach you a few things and mostly to have you teach us about love and about happiness. That two people will always stand behind you, hold your hand, throw everyone out of the way so you can pass, and cheer on the sidelines for you. That we wanted you, oh how we wanted you. That your place in the world will always be here, nestled between the two of us, safe and happy and loved.

I hope I help you see how much your father loves you. Some day when you are expecting your own little child, you will start to understand. Understand the excitement and pure joy that comes from anxiously awaiting the arrival of your own flesh and blood. Understand the sacrifices of a loving father; the long hours worked, the long nights of studying, the worry of the bills, the sheer exhaustion of life; all these sacrifices made because of the love he has for you, the little one he hasn't even met yet. Because he wants the very best for you, for your future. He worries about teaching you all the things of the world and the gospel, about life and about eternity. He loves you, a mind-blowing, heart bursting kind of love.

And so do I.

22 Weeks

This is per request of my mom. The belly has finally begun to grow at lightning speed. Two weeks ago you could barely tell I was pregnant. My tummy is getting so dry and I feel like I can actually feel it stretching every day! I feel our little guy bouncing around in there all the time. This whole baby thing is starting to feel more real this week because we bought our crib (thanks mom and dad!) and stroller/car seat. It feels strange having this empty crib in our house. We lay in bed at night staring at it, getting all excited to have a baby to put in there soon! We start our birthing classes on the 15th (hypnobirthing), so we'll see how that goes.

Happy Halloween and Merry Christmas

We have had such a fun week celebrating Halloween around here. Sunday night we put on Hocus Pocus in the background, ate sugar cookies until we thought we'd burst, and carved pumpkins. It was a fun night. Then on Monday we had a little Halloween party up in Salt Lake at Sarah's house with all of the family that lives around here. It was fun to get all dressed up. We all hid in different bedrooms with candy and the little girls came around and "trick or treated" to us each. What a fun night! So good to be with family and just have fun. Not to mention Sarah made some amazing chili and treats for us. Nothing better. But I woke up this morning to a car covered in snow, and I won't deny that I was blasting the Christmas music taking Gideon to school. I love the holidays and I am so excited that it's starting!

Jared and Lynn's pumpkins

Mine and Gideon's pumpkins

Sarah, Lynn, Hannah, Me and Kayla all dressed up

Gideon dressed up as Hiccup from HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON. He made the costume with everything from D.I! It turned out so great and the little girls loved it. I was a cat because, well, nothing else really fit.

Jungle Gym

Our little man is becoming quite the acrobat. I can feel him in there so often now! I swear he was doing somersaults tonight. And kicking on his way around. I think my bladder must be his biggest source of entertainment in there, because I'm pretty sure I had to get up and go tinkle about 5 times at church today. Literally. He must be having the time of this life bouncing up and down on that thing. But it's so worth it! I feel like I am getting to know him so much, just feeling him get stronger and more active (or just more cramped I suppose). I can't wait to meet him! His little face will never have enough kisses. I hope he's ready for this.

In other news, today was some major progress in this house. While I woke up nauseated and had to throw up a few times violently in the toilet, I felt better the rest of the day and made it through the full three hours of church!! That has only happened one other time since I've been pregnant. It was so nice. I really take for granted how spiritually refreshed I feel after attending all of my meetings. I was grateful for a good day of feeling good. And very grateful for a husband who does the dishes for me, offers to make me anything I want for breakfast, runs errands for me at the last minute, helps make sure we do our calling, rubs my feet, and is still willing to cook me a steak dinner at midnight when I get really hungry and too weak to cook anything myself. He is a real gem. I won't make him change too many diapers or get up too many times at night because he's practically been taking care of a baby this whole time!

We're Having A BOY! ! !

. . . and we couldn't be happier. He's the second little boy on my side of the family, and after 6 beautiful baby girls on my husbands side, the first grandson of the Medleys. We will probably constantly be changing out Barbies for G.I. Joes at family reuinons, and he might not get to be involved with the cousins all in the tub for too long, but he will surely be well rounded! Hopefully we can give him a brother soon or someone has a little boy cousin for him. Either way we are just so thrilled to have a gender for this little bun in the oven. I think the real joy is just knowing for sure now that he is healthy and doing great in there, all nestled in for the long journey ahead of both of us. It was so awesome to see him moving around like crazy on the ultrasound. I'm pretty sure I just fell in love, again. We are so excited to welcome this little baby boy into our home in just a few short months!

Sorry about the picture of a picture -- we don't have a scanner


19 1/2 weeks

Knock Knock

Monday I finally, finally, finally felt our little baby move. For sure. It's really unfair that you have about twice the amount of gas bubbles in your tummy at the same time you really want to notice any tiny squirm, throwing you off for a while. Well, since Monday, this little babe kicks up a storm mostly between 6 and 8 pm. I eat some dinner and lay on the couch, hands lightly on my belly. I admit; sometimes I talk high pitched and ask the little baby to move for mommy. Dumb, I know, but hey, I spend a lot of time alone at night. But it really is the beginning of all the motherly bonding everyone talks about. There's really no describing it. All the puking, the heart burn, the emotional breakdowns, all of the pregnancy discomfort boils away to nothing when you really feel that tiny person in there! I was watching my little 4 month old niece kick and wiggle this weekend, and I just pictured my little baby doing the same thing in there. Just much smaller (although, some of those kicks have been pretty hard! I think he/she's going to be a soccer player, just like his/her momma). Anyways, it's been awesome. Exciting to say the least. I can't wait for Gideon to be able to feel the movement. He is REALLY excited about it. And most exciting of all, we find out the gender MONDAY. Monday! That's about three days away. We are holding our breath. If you want credit for predicting what it is, now's the time people.

Bedtime Snack

A bowl of Kix cereal, followed by some baby dill pickles, washed down with some grape punch. All in between bouts of hysterical laughter with the coolest guy on the planet. What a good combo to settle the stomach. Que the heartburn in about an hour.

exercise . . .

Does parking your car at the far end of the lot at wal-mart and then shopping for 15 minutes count at exercise? Does it count as exercise to vacuum your tiny apartment if you feel that sick almost-going-to-puke feeling after? I used to get that after running six miles. Now, just a leisurely vacuum episode. Walking up a flight of stairs has me a little winded. And after a 30 minute walk in the park? May as well have been the conditioning we did during varsity soccer tryouts in high school. NAP TIME. I'm pretty sure all these things count as exercise when you're pregnant. It's official. All those ladies running marathons and stuff when they're like nine months pregnant...who are you people?!? I guess I should aspire to something greater. But for now I'll take the mall walker pace in wal-mart, thank you very much.

I don't know who this is but it's an ad for maternity workout wear. They are so hard core. It's good to stay active but holy cow!

Ramblings

I've been waiting until I had something positive to say to post on my blog again. Sorry that all the previous pregnancy posts have had a negative air to them. I am still pretty sick but finally I have more energy.For example, it only took me 3 days to build up the strength to tackle the dishes as opposed to a week. I vacuum once a week (Gideon does it one other day during the week) instead of once every 3 weeks. I actually scrubbed my bathtub and cleaned most of the house. Laundry is still piling over, but that's always been a constant battle. Is it strange that so much of my happiness comes from having a clean clean clean house? I may have problems. I am starting to realize that I actually have a tiny little person in there. Hopefully soon I will feel him or her moving around in there. I'm starting to develop a legit bump..the realization that this amazing little person who already has a spirit, personality, and even goals (returning to Heavenly Father probably) is growing inside me and will soon be at my disposal to nurture and love, is quite scary. Wonderful and amazing and so exhilarating, but scary. I can't wait to meet this little one. This little baby who has already turned my life upside-down. Who already makes me teary-eyed when I think about sending him/her off to college (can you say hormone surge??). Every night I pray that Heavenly Father will give me any last trials or lessons or whatever he needs to do to prep me for this up-coming job. Suddenly I'm trying to desperately hang on to memories of how I felt in high school, junior high, as a little girl when barbies and snuggle time with mom and dad was so important. Everything. So I can relate. But in spite of all the variables of parenthood (feels weird saying that word in relation to myself!), I at least know one thing. That this little spirit who is coming is strong. So strong. And that it will have more love than it can even soak up in that tiny little heart. I'm already falling in love.

On that note, we go to find out the gender on October 11th. That's only 3 1/2 weeks! Start making your guesses . . .

Relapse

Just when I thought it was over. . .

Apparently I spoke too soon about my vomit days being over. Oh yes, mother nature had quite a different schedule in mind. I started feeling better just days before our cruise, which was such a blessing! I felt fine on the cruise, probably because of all the protein from the seafood and steaks. YUM. Well, we got back and by Saturday night I was covering my mouth with both hands in the parking lot of the movie theater. That was fun.

Today I was working. Finished my second pedicure of the day, which mainly consists of hunching over someone's feet, inhaling the absolutely consuming smell of peppermint foot lotion for an hour. YGUUUGH. That is the sound of "if I smell this one more time I think I might puke." Well, as her nail polish was drying, I discreetly sneaked off the the bathroom to finally do it. When I came out after lots of heaving with plenty to show for it, sweaty and shaky and oh-so-attractive, my co-worker just stood there, pretty grossed out. She had been looking for me. Well, she found me.

I finished her up and then had another client right away, a hair cut. Made it through it, with smiles and "yes i'm fine, how's your day?", all the fake pleasantries we feed to clients. I hope he couldn't smell the lovely stench of oranges and pears the second time around on my breath. Tried to go get some lunch, a cup of noodles and a chocolate doughnut. Now you may not think that sounds healthy or very appetizing, but hey, what the stomach wants, it gets. For the moment. I really thought it was going to stay down as I sat in my car enjoying my meal. Wrong-O! I have never known such shame as being hunched over in front of my car, puking into a pile of bushes that weren't as concealing as I thought, losing my noodles and other things that look almost the same coming up as they did going down. Not to mention, my body seized up so hard in an effort to rid itself of what I thought was good food, that I managed to pee my pants. I don't mean a little squirt. Like, PEED my pants people. All the way through my jeans. It was so great going inside to tell the receptionist I had to leave because I couldn't stop throwing up and because I didn't think it was appropriate to cut my next client's hair with urine running down my legs.

Driving home sitting in your own pee takes you from 22 and mature to 2 years old and wanna cry like a baby pretty quick.

Dear Baby,
Please be nice to me in there. Tell my tummy to take it easy, because I really need to gain back the seven pounds I've lost and put some meat on. I want you coming out cute and fat. Ok? Ok then. Glad we could clear that up.

Baby Pictures and Video Games

12 weeks! First pair of maternity jeans. My belly has never felt so free and happy. It doesn't look that big yet, but rest assured it's growing. And sorry about the dazed look on my face; lately I always either just woke up from a nap or else I just look like I did. Can't win.

Things have gotten pretty busy around here. Lots of new things going on:

• I started and stopped the throwing up phase of pregnancy since my last post.
  
• Gideon finished his second summer term and still has a 4.0 He worked his tushy off for that G.P.A! So proud of him.
• Our little one is now the size of a lime. 12 weeks!
• For Gideon's birthday, I bought him a Wii. It was also an end-of-school present. I am always sore now from virtual boxing and table tennis.
  
• Ben has been staying with us during the week this month since he has his nursing clinicals down here this month. It's been such a blast hanging out with him! I'm so glad to have at least one of my siblings here.
• Gideon had a birthday (23! Woo hoo!)
  
• Gid's best friend got married. We got to go to the sealing in the Salt Lake Temple. It was so nice being inside those sacred walls and to feel the peace that comes from being there. I am so grateful for temples!
• We are leaving for our cruise on Sunday morning, so I'd better go pack and get my house cleaned.

Here are a few pics of the last few weeks:

Ben and Gideon setting up the Wii. They stayed up until four a.m. playing. Gideon also accidentally threw the remote at the tv while bowling and it knicked the frame. Close call.

Lynn and Grace at Gideon's birthday get together

We had some family over for Gideon's birthday. It was so fun! We had cheesecake, played with the girls in the park, played the Wii, and of course, chatted ourselves to death. Good times.

Baby!!!

We had our first prenatal appointment today. So relieved that everything is going well and the baby sounds like it's doing fine in there. Hearing the heartbeat was so fun and amazing. It feels so real now! Gideon and I keep thinking, "are we old enough to have a baby?" I guess we'll find out in nine months!

No More Tail

Just wanted to say, that our baby's tail is gone. Woo hoo! It's now the size of a grape. We get to hear the heartbeat in 10 days. Can't wait!

Ode To The Bloat

*Note: This is NOT a picture of my stomach.*

Well, for someone who loves shopping, I sure didn't enjoy shopping for clothes tonight. Nothing fits me. My pants had to be unbuttoned all day today. Ok, lets be honest. I unzipped them, too, every time I was sitting. Granted they were on the verge of being a tad too small before I got pregnant, but they just hit their limit. I know that since I'm only about 8 weeks I'm not really "showing" yet, but lots of other parts of me sure are growing at an alarming rate! And it's not just the ladies upstairs. Although they seem to be pretty excited about this baby business too. In case you were wondering, bra shopping by yourself-especially maternity/nursing bra shopping- is always a bad idea. I have no idea what I just bought. Target doesn't have those naggy saleswomen walking around with measuring tapes the way Victoria's Secret does. I must admit I missed them, standing in Target looking like an idiot and feeling like I was picking out my first training bra or something. Totally ignorant. But I did find some semi-cute (thank you, target, for making something besides a peasant top) skirts and looser t-shirts that won't advertise how much my cup size goes up every week. Sheesh! I can't believe people pay to get those things bigger. Man. Stomach shrinking lipo, on the other hand? I can see that. I feel like I could use some right now. Let me just say, water weight and bloating make you feel about 5 months prego when you're only about two. It's just depressing knowing that it's not your precious baby sticking over your pants. It's the extra piece of cake you ate before she even got in there. But alas, I am still as happy as ever to be even having something like this to complain about! And it's really not that bad. I was so so so nauseated last weekend, but thanks to God's gift to man, ZOFRAN (an anit-nausea medication), I am feeling much more human and able to function. Crazy how a blueberry-soon-to-be-lima-bean can change your whole body and your life! I love it. It is really an amazing miracle.

Our Little Blueberry

That's right . . . we're PREGNANT!! It still feels wierd saying that. Although he/she is only the size of a blueberry, it sure is making it's presence known in there. I have been having the wierdest dreams of my life (last night I was taking care of a poopy diaper but also hangin out with the Kardashian sisters in our new mansion. What?!?), I wake up at 5 a.m. every morning to pee, and so far even dry toast makes me want to vomit. No actual regurgitation happened yet, but I am beginning to think it would be worth it if I could just enjoy one meal. I can't even look at saltine crackers any more. Oh, and poor Gideon had to just hold me and stroke my hair as I fell asleep crying the other night. I honestly can't even remember what about. I woke up thinking "why was I crying?!?" It's a little unnerving and very embarrassing having very little control over your emotions. Also, my house is a complete mess. I always pride myself on keeping a clean house, but I guess I should just get used to it now since it will never be clean again when the baby comes. But we are so happy and very excited to welcome a new little person into our family! I guess for now I just have to try to get along in there with our growing little one.