Our House

Well, we may not be here much longer, but here's a tour of our current home :)

The Outside, taken earlier in the year.

The side, looking in to the back yard.

Living Room. Front door is to the right, but we seldom enter by it.

Other end of living room.
From the back of the living room. Front door is to the left, the kitchen is to the right.
Standing in the living room, looking in to the kitchen. Laundry/Storage is to the right.


Walking in to the kitchen, to the right.
Continuing through the Dining room, into the laundry/storage room.Side door.W/ my back to the side door now, looking in to the kitchen.Standing in the Dining room. Living room is to the left, laundry is behind me.A different view of the kitchen, taken on a different day.Looking out of the kitchen in to the living room. Hallway is to your right. (this picture was taken on a different day as well)Walking out of the kitchen and turning right you see the hallway. The office is on the left, our room is directly in front of you, and Patrick's room and the bathroom are to the right.This is looking in to the office. If we end up being here when the baby is born, this will probably be his room. (not as it is, we would move some of the stuff out :) )Looking out of the office. You can see Patrick's room. Ours is to the left, the bathroom is to the right of P's room. Looking in to our bedroom, a little to the left.James' closet. Patrick likes to stick that cord in the hole where the handle never has been since we moved in ;)Looking out of our bedroom you see the living room, w/ the office to your right.Looking in to Patrick's room.That's the hallway there to your left, and you can see a little of the office.The bathroom.

Eeyore Day....Jonah Day....Bad Day....Whatever You Want to Call It!

Here I sit on the third rainy day at home in a row. :)
The dishwasher is full of clean dishes, the sink is waiting with dirty ones. the vacuum is standing where I left it in the hallway, waiting for me to finish up that chore.
Patrick's rest time will be up in about half an hour. I really should take a nap. or go start dinner, or get ready for the doctor's appointment. or go spend time with the Lord. That would be the best idea of all.

The last two nights I've dreamed baby related things. The first night it was a mix up of all kinds of issues from my life - a baby in the hospital, us wanting to take him home. A new mother whose blog I read, but don't really know being in the hospital w/ me. Our baby having a fever, and possibly being ill. talking to someone from Church. A bunch of jumbled up things all mixed into one. Not really very fun.
On a funnier night-related note, I married a very "jumpy" guy. He gets very easily startled at night, and really freaks out about stuff. The past two nights he has gotten up to use the restroom. Both nights I've gotten up to use it after him. However, instead of waiting until he gets back in bed, I climb out before, since my side is blocked, and I'd have to drag my 5 month pregnant self over him once he'd returned. The first night I waited out in the hallway, and he freaked out upon seeing me. The second night I stood there, and said something to him - and he STILL freaked out! I dislike such a simple thing as a trip to the bathroom resulting in a freaked out husband!! :) Kind of too traumatic for 3:00 in the morning! lol.
So that was how my day started today. Later in the day, I discovered ants crawling all over the living room. I killed them or swept them up, but I've still seen a few running around. I hate ants, even if they aren't the biting kind.

Then after Patrick's bath, I noticed his bite on his leg looking worse. He's been to two doctor's appointments since Monday, related to a re-occurring limp. Nothing can be found wrong with him. He had blood work done on Monday, and we're still waiting to hear back on that. It was the worst experience w/ needles we've had since his first year. He moved during the first attempt, causing them to get 0 amount of blood. When they attempted to take from his second arm he got really upset.
But back to today. I called the doctor, in-case the bite could be what was causing the limp.
The bite is red and hard, about the size of a nickel. The office said we should come in and have it pricked and tested for something (I forget exactly what they said, but it sounded important)
The last thing in the world I wanted to do was take my poor little boy in for more pricking, and the second last thing in the world that I wanted to do, was ask someone for a ride again.

Monday my MIL took me to the doctor's, then my poor tired Dad took us to the lab in the afternoon, on his way home from a wacko shift at work.
I was in tears thinking about having to do all these things (very hard on introverts, I guess :) ) and actually called my MIL twice and hung up before she answered, because I just couldn't bare it all. I could hardly even get a hold of James to ask his opinion about the matter, because he was off on his own for the first time today, trying to fix a really hard problem (on the line with his new boss) I did get to talk to him briefly though.
Finally, when no cars fell out of Heaven into my drive-way, I forced myself to call my MIL.
When she agreed to take me, I called to make an appointment. The office was then closed for lunch. Just a little while ago I talked to them though, and we have a 3:45 appointment.

I have been to so many appointments lately. Midwives, Sonographers, Speech therapists (well, I went there, only to find out the way the doctor wrote the script didn't fit with our insurance coverage!) pediatricians, urgent care, oral surgeons. Whew. It's a marathon! Our insurance ends at the end of the month, so we are trying to squish it all in before then.

I'm kind of discouraged about housing. We can't seem to find a place in a location we'd like. and I can't seem to make up my mind about where is the best location. It seems like if we move one direction, we'll be close to some things, but far away from others.
So right now James travels from Rockwall to Frisco (53 min. technically, although sometimes he makes better time.)
His new job is a different shift, so putting those two things together equal him being gone longer. Ah well, I'm sure it will all work out with time and adjustment :)

I had better go get busy on some of those things I mentioned before. Have a happy Wednesday afternoon.

It's A Boy! (The story of our big day!)

It was an exciting and big day for us! It all started last week at my midwife appointment, when Dinah said we could go in for a sono sooner than I'd expected.
The hospital was supposed to call us, and maybe they did, but I didn't know about it if they did. So, when Monday came around (the day we were hopefully going to be getting the sono) I called Dinah's, who faxed stuff over to Dr. Wiess', who called me - and set up the sono for the next day (Tuesday) at 8:30 am.
I was sad to have to wait another day, but at least it gave me something to look forward to :)

Monday evening I realized that I'd lost the info for finding the Doctor's office. I knew it was at Medical City (I was born at Medical City, btw, so I thought that was kind of neat :) ) but I didn't know the Doctor's name, the suite or anything.
I found the phone # online, and gave them a call.
First I hung up on the lady, then called back. I had quite the story.
"Hi, I have a sonogram tomorrow, and I don't know where it is, or the name of the doctor."
At one point the lady asked me "what I was having" and all my pregnant brain could link to was what gender baby I was having. James really liked teasing me about that one.
In reality, of course, she meant, what kind of test/sono was I having.

My dear husband came to my rescue and got the info - and wrote it on paper.
The way I lost the info was by writing it in my little Google window of my computer screen....and leaving it there all day....except it didn't stay there, lol :)

So, today dawned, bright and er....cloudy. But even without the sun shining, it was a wonderful day!
I was really wanting the baby to be a boy, even though I'd gone back and forth at various times. Yet I thought it surely must be a girl.

We arrived at Medical city, found our place, filled out paperwork, and then made our way to a little room. James and Patrick got to sit beside me, and we all waited to see our little baby up on the big screen!

Soon Dr. Wiess came in and the fun began! It was our first sonogram to see (other than the sonos for miscarriages :( ) and it was so neat! There was our baby - moving it's arms about!
The Dr. went about his business, pointing out brains and arms etc. and measuring everything.
At one point something popped up on the screen, and I thought "boy" - then I watched as the Dr. scrolled down and clicked on "I'm A Boy" - pointing to the proof :) It was very evident!
I later found out James had noticed before the Dr. pointed it out, too!
I guess we don't have modest or shy babies!
Patrick didn't have a sono before he was born, but I think he tended to like sprawling about, too. After he was born, we have a picture of him sprawled out, unlike other newborns who love to crunch up in a little ball :)

When the Dr. put up that little title saying "I'm A Boy!" James and I both laughed and or went "aww!!" and we looked at each other, smiling!
It was such an amazing moment. And so unreal. I could hardly believe we were really having another boy! How exciting - how could it be exactly like I wanted?!
For years I imagined myself having little boys first, before girls. It's like my dreams coming true. God cares about dreams, too!
I love boys. I love it that James has two sons, and I now have three boys. I'm surrounded, and I love it!

After we knew it was a boy, I talked to Patrick about the sonogram, and the baby's picture on the screen. I told him "that's your little brother!"

Baby boy was laying face down at the end of the sono (being shy after all :) ) and the Dr. tried to shake him up a bit so we could see his profile....but he liked where he was!
It was so neat to see his little head, arms, spine etc.! And really amazing to see him move! What a miracle each and every child is!
James said the ultrasound made him think about our little babies we lost - and how they really were people etc.
It's so true. They were little humans, just like our baby now, and Patrick. Had things been different, they would have grown to look like what we saw today. It makes you think.
But God had other plans. Thankfully He knows what is best for us. It may not always make sense, but it is the best for us.

We are so glad that everything looked normal with our little boy! What a relief. After losing Jamie and Jaide, I was nervous.

The Dr. printed off a picture for us, and we were on our way!

Thank you God for my sons!!!

and.....It's a boy! IT'S A BOY!!!! It's a BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!

And....

....IT'S A LITTLE BABY BOY!!!!

Busy Day and Prayer Requests

Today was a busy day! First James took my parents to the airport about 5 am. We had both kind of forgot that he was supposed to do that, until the phone rang about 5.

It was interesting, because I don't often like to get up in the night, but I happened to wake up and decide to go to the bathroom, as well as check on Patrick (it was close to 5 at this point)
Patrick's door was open, and one side of his "keep-from-falling-out-of-bed" pillow was off the bed. I fixed the pillow, then covered him up. He then turned over and kind of opened his eyes and said "Blue, a-go?" which being interpreted means (i think, anyways) "Where is my blue blanket?"
His "blue" blanket is his very special blankie that his Aunt Rebekah made him. It is his favorite blanket, and the one he prefers to be covered with. So I covered him up with it, and told him night-night. Thankfully I didn't hear another peep out of him until a more decent hour.
But James had to get up soon thereafter and drive to the airport. (we are grateful to my parents for letting us borrow their car while they are gone, so it was no bother to do that!) When he got back about 7:00, we slept in longer than we should, when then made us rush about, and end up late to our midwife appointment

The appointment went well! We heard the heartbeat again! It was in the 150s and 160s last month, and I think she said the 140s this time. I measured 19 weeks.
If all works out with scheduling, we will go in for the sonogram on MONDAY! YAY! sooner than I had thought, but I'm so glad! I wanted to go as soon as we could. So, there are less days to vote up their on that pole than it says...I'll see if I can edit it to be correct. :)

After that we looked for rent houses in Richardson and Plano. We joke while driving around about houses not being junky enough for us, or that we just need to look for a junky neighborhood. heh. It seems most of the "nice" houses are out of our price range. oh well. It's not all about houses, and maybe someday we can get one that isn't so junky/in a junky neighborhood. Not that it really matters though!!!

Then we had lunch at Taco Bell. After that we headed to Frisco, where we got to see James' new work place. Then we had an appointment at an oral surgeon's also located in Frisco. Unfortunately we had a difficult time finding the place, and were rather late. Thankfully it worked out!
I've been having some bad pain, which appears to be from my teeth. I still have all four wisdom teeth in, and one has come through. I also have a never-finished root canal which fell apart, leaving a piece of tooth and roots. Both teeth are messed up, and need to come out. The Lord was so good to us! The dentist is going to remove them a week from today. I cannot be put all the way out, due to being pregnant. Of course it would be ideal to get all taken out at once, but the dentist didn't wish such a thing upon me (having my bottom, still impacted wisdom teeth being taken out w/o being put under while being pregnant.) so we shall wait, and hope these teeth being removed takes away the pain. A nice benefit is that only having two teeth removed is much cheaper than having four!

I also would ask you to pray for a family we know. We used to teach violin to some of their children. Well, about a week and a half ago, their oldest daughter became sick. She ended up in the ICU, and just yesterday she went to be with the Lord. She was only 20 years old. I cannot imagine what a shock and grief this must be to them. To lose your child, so young, and to lose your sibling.....The Lord used her home-going to show me areas in my life that need change. If I died today, would I be ready to meet my Savior? Am I living every day for Him? Do I cherish the moments I have with my loved ones?
So often I get side-tracked, and my focus is all wrong. Life is really and only about Him.

As always, check out Patrick's blog for pics! :) www.life-with-patrick.blogspot.com