I don't know about y'all, but I LOVE finding a good deal! Here lately we've been finding a boat-load of great deals!
Before closing on our house, Jarred and I discussed how we had very little in the way of furniture and we were going to have to "deal" for awhile. I figured we'd save our money and slowly purchase furniture one room at a time, with cash. Apparently, Jarred had other ideas. He "dealt" by hunting craigslist (an all time favorite site of ours!) and scored some amazing deals!
Through his dedication to the computer, he found us two bedroom suites, one which included a mattress (YAY!), a patio table with chairs and cushions, two chaise loungers for the patio, and the most gorgeous leather loveseat and sofa (it came with two end tables that happened to match my bookcase perfectly!).
This past Christmas, Jarred bought me an electric piano from craigslist. Our kitchen table came from craigslist, too. When I sit down to really think it through, there are very few pieces of furniture that were purchased new. I know the adage is "old" and possibly "passe", however, it is something we've come to fully embrace: "One man's trash is another man's treasure".
It's become a challenge and almost a game to find the best deal we can. What can I say, it's cheap entertainment!
13 August 2011
05 August 2011
Bugs and Dirt... Ick...
I'm absolutely not a dig in the dirt kind of girl. I severely dislike bugs...with the tiny exception known as my daughter, Ms. Bug. However, I had to suck it up two days ago and dig in the bug infested dirt. I was so grossed out, but our little veggie patch was looking really pitiful.
When we bought this house, it came with a decent sized garden. We had a good 6 yellow squash vines, a couple of zucchini squash vines, a whole row (maybe 12 heads) of Romaine lettuce, a tomato plant, cherry tomatoes, and finally a little watermelon vine. We plucked our first yellow squash from the garden a day after we moved in and they were delicious! I loved being able to go pick our fresh veggies for supper out of the back yard as opposed to having to pre-plan our side dishes or make a trip to the grocery store. It was super easy and very satisfying!
After having picked 8 squash (yellow and zucchini) that were awesome, we noticed the garden was on the decline. Several of the squash vines started to wilt and die off, the others that had squash on them were starting to rot, our lone watermelon split open and became a feeding ground for the 4 million ants that called our patch "home", and the tomatoes were starting to get weird little rings around them. The garden was over run by weeds and these horrible little grey-ish bugs that really skived me out! And the only thing that was thriving (aside from the weeds) were the lettuce heads.
We really didn't want the garden to die off, so we spent some time weeding and pruning it. It took nearly all afternoon and I still didn't get all the weeds. But at least we were able to get rid of the dead squash plants and the slowly rotting watermelon. I'm not sure what's going to happen with the garden now that we've done all this. However, we've got high hopes that we'll continue to be rich in squash. I know I'll still have to deal with the bugs and dirt (I shudder at the thought!), but I suppose you have to get dirty to reap the benefits of having a garden. Wish me luck as we try to get our patch on the mend.
When we bought this house, it came with a decent sized garden. We had a good 6 yellow squash vines, a couple of zucchini squash vines, a whole row (maybe 12 heads) of Romaine lettuce, a tomato plant, cherry tomatoes, and finally a little watermelon vine. We plucked our first yellow squash from the garden a day after we moved in and they were delicious! I loved being able to go pick our fresh veggies for supper out of the back yard as opposed to having to pre-plan our side dishes or make a trip to the grocery store. It was super easy and very satisfying!
After having picked 8 squash (yellow and zucchini) that were awesome, we noticed the garden was on the decline. Several of the squash vines started to wilt and die off, the others that had squash on them were starting to rot, our lone watermelon split open and became a feeding ground for the 4 million ants that called our patch "home", and the tomatoes were starting to get weird little rings around them. The garden was over run by weeds and these horrible little grey-ish bugs that really skived me out! And the only thing that was thriving (aside from the weeds) were the lettuce heads.
We really didn't want the garden to die off, so we spent some time weeding and pruning it. It took nearly all afternoon and I still didn't get all the weeds. But at least we were able to get rid of the dead squash plants and the slowly rotting watermelon. I'm not sure what's going to happen with the garden now that we've done all this. However, we've got high hopes that we'll continue to be rich in squash. I know I'll still have to deal with the bugs and dirt (I shudder at the thought!), but I suppose you have to get dirty to reap the benefits of having a garden. Wish me luck as we try to get our patch on the mend.
02 August 2011
Commitment
It's amazing to me how a simple little thing, a blog post, can be so incredibly difficult to accomplish. It sounds easy enough to say, "I'm going to blog at least once a week this month".... False. I think it even sounds reasonable to say "I will post once this month". Yeah right. For some reason I have the ability to say things like this and then ignore it completely.
I have awesome excuses though! Check them out:
1) I'm exhausted... I have an almost 9 month old baby.
2) Ms. Bug has been exceptionally needy today and won't leave my keyboard alone.
3) She doesn't nap long enough for me to type something witty and interesting. Heck, she doesn't even nap long enough for me to think "I don't have anything witty or interesting to say"...
4) I completely forgot... I'll remember tomorrow! (I can't even remember to call back my best friend an hour after I told her I'd call her back!...)
There are about a million more excuses I could come up with, given a few extra minutes... but you get the gist. All in all, these excuses should add up to one glaring answer: I just didn't want to commit to doing what I said I would do.
Isn't that HORRIBLE! I commit to many things on a daily basis. I commit to waking up when lil' miss cries. I commit to taking care of the dog, the baby, and the husband each and every day. I commit to washing laundry a couple of times a week. I commit to taking baby to the potty countless times a day. And I guess you could say that I commit to dawdling and piddling away a good few hours each and everyday on multiple social sites, forums, and YouTube (iPhone is a blessing and a curse).
In order to make a commitment, I think you have to have more than an urge to do something. I think you have to have resolve. I don't mean the carpet spot cleaner. It also helps to put something in writing and have someone hold you accountable. What better to write down a commitment than in a blog post! And what's better than having anyone who reads this help to be an accountability buddy?
Ok, if you've stuck with me thus far, thank you. I promise I've got a point. I'm going to commit to posting something every week during the month of August. I can't guarantee that each post will be witty or interesting, after all I spend 24/7 caring for my baby and husband, but there will be something. Hopefully.
I have awesome excuses though! Check them out:
1) I'm exhausted... I have an almost 9 month old baby.
2) Ms. Bug has been exceptionally needy today and won't leave my keyboard alone.
3) She doesn't nap long enough for me to type something witty and interesting. Heck, she doesn't even nap long enough for me to think "I don't have anything witty or interesting to say"...
4) I completely forgot... I'll remember tomorrow! (I can't even remember to call back my best friend an hour after I told her I'd call her back!...)
There are about a million more excuses I could come up with, given a few extra minutes... but you get the gist. All in all, these excuses should add up to one glaring answer: I just didn't want to commit to doing what I said I would do.
Isn't that HORRIBLE! I commit to many things on a daily basis. I commit to waking up when lil' miss cries. I commit to taking care of the dog, the baby, and the husband each and every day. I commit to washing laundry a couple of times a week. I commit to taking baby to the potty countless times a day. And I guess you could say that I commit to dawdling and piddling away a good few hours each and everyday on multiple social sites, forums, and YouTube (iPhone is a blessing and a curse).
In order to make a commitment, I think you have to have more than an urge to do something. I think you have to have resolve. I don't mean the carpet spot cleaner. It also helps to put something in writing and have someone hold you accountable. What better to write down a commitment than in a blog post! And what's better than having anyone who reads this help to be an accountability buddy?
Ok, if you've stuck with me thus far, thank you. I promise I've got a point. I'm going to commit to posting something every week during the month of August. I can't guarantee that each post will be witty or interesting, after all I spend 24/7 caring for my baby and husband, but there will be something. Hopefully.
20 June 2011
My Best Friend's Wedding
My best friend got married on Saturday! She and I have been best friends since we were 13 years old. We've had our rough patches, shared some tears, tons of laughter, and an infinite amount of makeup!
The two of us have grown closer through heartbreaks, drifted when we needed some independence, and practically lived at every mall within 20 miles of home. We spent countless hours on the phone discussing everything and nothing all at the same time. Through it all, we've endured each other and shaped each other into the women we've become. While we've never quite been at the same life stage at the same time, we've always brought one another along for the ride (whether we've wanted to be drug along or not!).
I can truly say that I'm so happy that my best friend was able to marry her best friend on Saturday. Megan R. Grubb (now Rooney!), you are my (slightly older) sister and I will always love you and be there for you. Forever.
Lindsey
The two of us have grown closer through heartbreaks, drifted when we needed some independence, and practically lived at every mall within 20 miles of home. We spent countless hours on the phone discussing everything and nothing all at the same time. Through it all, we've endured each other and shaped each other into the women we've become. While we've never quite been at the same life stage at the same time, we've always brought one another along for the ride (whether we've wanted to be drug along or not!).
I can truly say that I'm so happy that my best friend was able to marry her best friend on Saturday. Megan R. Grubb (now Rooney!), you are my (slightly older) sister and I will always love you and be there for you. Forever.
Lindsey
07 November 2010
When Will the Rollercoaster Stop?
I woke up this morning around 3:30AM EST. I couldn't breathe out of my nose. After handling that situation, I opted to go to my bathroom and proceeded to have an emotional meltdown. Jarred was snoring softly in bed, I knew that Mom and Dad were sound asleep as well, and so I just decided to have a little cry fest in my bathroom.
You may be wondering why I was crying in the first place. No one had called me any names, taken the toy from my hand as I was playing with it, or even bit me. However, when you get past a certain point in life, you discover that occasionally you just have to cry. Well, this entire pregnancy I've been pretty good at the "not crying at every little thing" game and even better at the "I can't quit laughing, even if the joke is 12 days old" game. Until this past week.
For some reason, my hormones have been on a rollercoaster that finally hit the peak and is now plummeting to the bottom of the drop. I know hormones are to blame for this sudden drop, but somehow, I just can't seem to mentally over come the emotional effects of those blasted hormones.
The thoughts that caused the cry fest this morning are still pretty tender. Mom and Dad are here right now. Mom gets to stay until next Saturday. Dad has to leave today. His flight takes off around 5pm so we'll have to head out around 3-3:30pm to get him to the airport. No big deal, I knew, that with his job, he'd only be able to stay a weekend. The problem I have with all of this is simple. This CHILD has yet do depart my womb and make it's grand appearance. We really hoped that Dad would get to meet his first grandchild. Right now, things are not looking so good.
I know that this child will come in his/her planned time. But it's still really upsetting to me to know that this is the FIRST grandchild for my parents and Mom may be the only one who gets to meet him/her. Matt & Brenda already have 3 grandkids, so it's not nearly as special as getting to have my parents here to meet this baby.
It really breaks my heart that my dad won't even get to hold his grandbaby for the first time until he/she is nearly 4 months old. We knew there was a risk of this happening, but we were supposed to be due on Wednesday, for cryin' out loud! And now it's nearly 6AM and Dad is going to have to leave in about 9hours. I have very little confidence that this baby will pop out between now and 3pm.
I know God has His perfect timing and this child will come when it is His time. I just really hope that I can find the strength to hold on to that fact and not get too out of control over it. Blasted hormones just won't let me hang on to this with more than just my mind... My heart is what really needs the reassurance and that's where I feel like all the hormones are attacking me...
Lindsey
You may be wondering why I was crying in the first place. No one had called me any names, taken the toy from my hand as I was playing with it, or even bit me. However, when you get past a certain point in life, you discover that occasionally you just have to cry. Well, this entire pregnancy I've been pretty good at the "not crying at every little thing" game and even better at the "I can't quit laughing, even if the joke is 12 days old" game. Until this past week.
For some reason, my hormones have been on a rollercoaster that finally hit the peak and is now plummeting to the bottom of the drop. I know hormones are to blame for this sudden drop, but somehow, I just can't seem to mentally over come the emotional effects of those blasted hormones.
The thoughts that caused the cry fest this morning are still pretty tender. Mom and Dad are here right now. Mom gets to stay until next Saturday. Dad has to leave today. His flight takes off around 5pm so we'll have to head out around 3-3:30pm to get him to the airport. No big deal, I knew, that with his job, he'd only be able to stay a weekend. The problem I have with all of this is simple. This CHILD has yet do depart my womb and make it's grand appearance. We really hoped that Dad would get to meet his first grandchild. Right now, things are not looking so good.
I know that this child will come in his/her planned time. But it's still really upsetting to me to know that this is the FIRST grandchild for my parents and Mom may be the only one who gets to meet him/her. Matt & Brenda already have 3 grandkids, so it's not nearly as special as getting to have my parents here to meet this baby.
It really breaks my heart that my dad won't even get to hold his grandbaby for the first time until he/she is nearly 4 months old. We knew there was a risk of this happening, but we were supposed to be due on Wednesday, for cryin' out loud! And now it's nearly 6AM and Dad is going to have to leave in about 9hours. I have very little confidence that this baby will pop out between now and 3pm.
I know God has His perfect timing and this child will come when it is His time. I just really hope that I can find the strength to hold on to that fact and not get too out of control over it. Blasted hormones just won't let me hang on to this with more than just my mind... My heart is what really needs the reassurance and that's where I feel like all the hormones are attacking me...
Lindsey
The Visit!
Mom and Dad flew into PA on Friday night. I was so excited to see them! It seemed like it had been FOREVER since I had seen them last (even though it had only been since July). We spent a part of the evening just catching up and finally went to bed. Jarred had to work that night, so he didn't get to see them until the morning.
Saturday morning, we all got up; Jarred had been a busy guy from the time he came home until we were all awake. He had cinnamon rolls baking in the oven and a coffee pot just begging to have its "on" switch flipped! We spent a good hour and half just sitting around the dining room table chatting and hanging out. At several points throughout, my dad would look at me and say, "Well, bud? What're you waiting for?" We of course knew this was said in a joking manner as there was nothing I can do to "help" the kid come out...
We took Mom and Dad out and about through the big ol' town of Reading, PA. (P.S. For those of you who are not familiar with Reading, it is actually on the board in the game of Monopoly. We live minutes from the Reading Railroad...lol!) After checking it all out, we decided to get some lunch and then find somewhere for us to walk this baby out of me! Mom has only been to the Northeast a couple of times (literally, this is her second, thus making it a couple!) and hasn't seen much beyond Hershey PA. So, Jarred suggested that since Philly was only an hour away, we could go see Philly and "Have Lindsey run up and down the 'Rocky Steps' at the Art Museum a bunch of times." Wow. Really Jarred! Sigh...
Mom was all kinds of excited, and I don't blame her. It was about an hour to get over to Philly and we found a place to park. We then went wandering the streets to find the historical sites and see what all we could see. The Liberty Bell had a line about a mile long wrapped around the building where it was housed and so we opted to press our noses against the glass where you could look through and see the bell hanging out. We continued walking around and sightseeing until we had our fill, then made our way back to the car and drove to the "Rocky Steps".
At the Art Museum, there were quite a few people milling around. We checked out this statue of George Washington surrounded by random half naked people and animals. There was a statue of Rocky near the steps that people were lined up at to take their picture. And then we made the climb. I've got to be really honest here... the climb up those steps is really not bad, until you get a break in between every 12 steps... those landings between steps are killer! They tease you into thinking you are done. Then you reach the next section and lifting your foot up the 4 inches (give or take...) to make it from the landing to that next step is rough! Had the steps been continuous, I think it would have been easier. But then again, what do I know!
I'm pretty sure that most of the people we saw there weren't going into the Art Museum to gain cultural perspective. They were mostly there just to run/walk the steps and take random photos of them jumping into the air with victorious grins on their faces. It's amazing to me that pop culture has completely over taken this Art Museum. Yes, the Rocky movie has drawn a lot of attention for a long time to this place. But I can't help wondering if this has actually caused the museum to become more profitable, or if it has become just a place for people to run to and head home.
We decided that after all that walking and stair climbing it was time to head back. Once we made it back home, Jarred just about crashed onto the sofa. He stays up for so many hours in a row that he just ends up dead tired. So much for encouraging him to go to bed when he gets home from work. Oh well, he's a grown man and will do what he wants...We finally got a bit hungry, so we ordered pizza and ate some supper. Dad and I then headed to the Wally World to see if we couldn't encourage some "tummy cramps" to help my uterus along with "sympathy cramps" and hopefully cause some contractions.
We got back from our trip to find Mom playing on her iPhone and Jarred and Prince completely knocked out. I was able to "encourage" (read, drag!) Jarred off the sofa and guide him to the bed. Mom, Dad and I stayed up a bit longer and then I finally retired to bed. We were really hoping that there would have been some action last night... but alas, there was not. So we shall see what today brings as far as baby is concerned.
Until next time,
Lindsey
Saturday morning, we all got up; Jarred had been a busy guy from the time he came home until we were all awake. He had cinnamon rolls baking in the oven and a coffee pot just begging to have its "on" switch flipped! We spent a good hour and half just sitting around the dining room table chatting and hanging out. At several points throughout, my dad would look at me and say, "Well, bud? What're you waiting for?" We of course knew this was said in a joking manner as there was nothing I can do to "help" the kid come out...
We took Mom and Dad out and about through the big ol' town of Reading, PA. (P.S. For those of you who are not familiar with Reading, it is actually on the board in the game of Monopoly. We live minutes from the Reading Railroad...lol!) After checking it all out, we decided to get some lunch and then find somewhere for us to walk this baby out of me! Mom has only been to the Northeast a couple of times (literally, this is her second, thus making it a couple!) and hasn't seen much beyond Hershey PA. So, Jarred suggested that since Philly was only an hour away, we could go see Philly and "Have Lindsey run up and down the 'Rocky Steps' at the Art Museum a bunch of times." Wow. Really Jarred! Sigh...
Mom was all kinds of excited, and I don't blame her. It was about an hour to get over to Philly and we found a place to park. We then went wandering the streets to find the historical sites and see what all we could see. The Liberty Bell had a line about a mile long wrapped around the building where it was housed and so we opted to press our noses against the glass where you could look through and see the bell hanging out. We continued walking around and sightseeing until we had our fill, then made our way back to the car and drove to the "Rocky Steps".
At the Art Museum, there were quite a few people milling around. We checked out this statue of George Washington surrounded by random half naked people and animals. There was a statue of Rocky near the steps that people were lined up at to take their picture. And then we made the climb. I've got to be really honest here... the climb up those steps is really not bad, until you get a break in between every 12 steps... those landings between steps are killer! They tease you into thinking you are done. Then you reach the next section and lifting your foot up the 4 inches (give or take...) to make it from the landing to that next step is rough! Had the steps been continuous, I think it would have been easier. But then again, what do I know!
I'm pretty sure that most of the people we saw there weren't going into the Art Museum to gain cultural perspective. They were mostly there just to run/walk the steps and take random photos of them jumping into the air with victorious grins on their faces. It's amazing to me that pop culture has completely over taken this Art Museum. Yes, the Rocky movie has drawn a lot of attention for a long time to this place. But I can't help wondering if this has actually caused the museum to become more profitable, or if it has become just a place for people to run to and head home.
We decided that after all that walking and stair climbing it was time to head back. Once we made it back home, Jarred just about crashed onto the sofa. He stays up for so many hours in a row that he just ends up dead tired. So much for encouraging him to go to bed when he gets home from work. Oh well, he's a grown man and will do what he wants...We finally got a bit hungry, so we ordered pizza and ate some supper. Dad and I then headed to the Wally World to see if we couldn't encourage some "tummy cramps" to help my uterus along with "sympathy cramps" and hopefully cause some contractions.
We got back from our trip to find Mom playing on her iPhone and Jarred and Prince completely knocked out. I was able to "encourage" (read, drag!) Jarred off the sofa and guide him to the bed. Mom, Dad and I stayed up a bit longer and then I finally retired to bed. We were really hoping that there would have been some action last night... but alas, there was not. So we shall see what today brings as far as baby is concerned.
Until next time,
Lindsey
03 November 2010
Due Date... Any End In Sight?
Wow. Today I have officially reached 40 weeks gestation! What a crazy thought! I have a few other thoughts that I just could not contain... Therefore I will share them with you. Lucky!
It's hard for me to believe that on March 2, 2010 we got a big fat positive on a home pregnancy test. We tried for a LONG time before getting that (2 years!). Before we were pregnant, but still trying, I could never imagine what pregnancy would be like. My finite brain just didn't have the capacity to dream about how my body would change, how my hormones would effect my emotions, what the baby would feel like when it kicked! It was all just so impossible for me to see in my mind's eye.
Now that I have been pregnant for 40 weeks, I'm having the same trouble. I can't imagine what life is going to be like with a mini-me or mini-Jarred in our lives! As hard as I try, I can't see myself in labor, at the hospital, screaming for my epidural and then pushing this child out. I also can't comprehend what it will feel like to no longer have this little person dancing in my belly!
I have only just reached that stage of pregnancy that most women call "uncomfortable". I've been greatly blessed with many pregnancy symptoms, but have only just now, at the very end of the marathon felt slightly less than great. I suppose it's all the extra hormones my body's producing for labor and the lack of space for the child in my very short torso.
A few weeks ago, one of the ladies at church asked me if I was ready for it to be over... This befuddled me. I had a very rough first 19 weeks with morning sickness/giving back everything I ate like clockwork, but once all that had passed, I felt much better. I never truly got the 2nd trimester "energy surge" but I no longer felt the need to give it all back! Braxton Hicks contractions started at 20 weeks, but I fully expected those to happen. They weren't fun, in fact they were pretty uncomfortable for me, but it was all just a part of the process.
I have literally just taken this pregnancy one day at a time. I don't think any other way would have worked for me. I still can't imagine not being pregnant because I can't see past supper tonight. I could very well go into labor at some point today, tomorrow, with in the next week... but I can't see any of that! Perhaps that's why I never really reached the uncomfortable stage until now. I have always known there was an end to this stage, but I guess I just never really dreamed about the day it would all be over. Perhaps a curse, most certainly a blessing!
I think that's how I'll approach motherhood too. Just taking it one day at a time. Of course that's an easy task to accomplish when you only have one, who is not yet involved in school or extra curricular activities, and are going to be a stay-at-home-mom. I'll know that there will always be an end to the day/night and that a new dawn "should" bring a new perspective. Granted, I've never been a mom before. So more than likely this little strategy of mine will fly right out the window after the first week of sleepless nights and only grabbing 2 hours of rest at a time...give or take!
But for now, I'm going to be flexible. This baby is due today. I don't expect it to come. My gut has been telling me Saturday, November 6th since back in April. I'm not really sure why, other than at our first ultrasound my gestational age was dead on with a November 3rd due date, but the baby measured 3 days smaller. Who knows, I may be proven completely wrong within the next 18 and a half hours!
Ok, it's time to feed the belly.
Lindsey
It's hard for me to believe that on March 2, 2010 we got a big fat positive on a home pregnancy test. We tried for a LONG time before getting that (2 years!). Before we were pregnant, but still trying, I could never imagine what pregnancy would be like. My finite brain just didn't have the capacity to dream about how my body would change, how my hormones would effect my emotions, what the baby would feel like when it kicked! It was all just so impossible for me to see in my mind's eye.
Now that I have been pregnant for 40 weeks, I'm having the same trouble. I can't imagine what life is going to be like with a mini-me or mini-Jarred in our lives! As hard as I try, I can't see myself in labor, at the hospital, screaming for my epidural and then pushing this child out. I also can't comprehend what it will feel like to no longer have this little person dancing in my belly!
I have only just reached that stage of pregnancy that most women call "uncomfortable". I've been greatly blessed with many pregnancy symptoms, but have only just now, at the very end of the marathon felt slightly less than great. I suppose it's all the extra hormones my body's producing for labor and the lack of space for the child in my very short torso.
A few weeks ago, one of the ladies at church asked me if I was ready for it to be over... This befuddled me. I had a very rough first 19 weeks with morning sickness/giving back everything I ate like clockwork, but once all that had passed, I felt much better. I never truly got the 2nd trimester "energy surge" but I no longer felt the need to give it all back! Braxton Hicks contractions started at 20 weeks, but I fully expected those to happen. They weren't fun, in fact they were pretty uncomfortable for me, but it was all just a part of the process.
I have literally just taken this pregnancy one day at a time. I don't think any other way would have worked for me. I still can't imagine not being pregnant because I can't see past supper tonight. I could very well go into labor at some point today, tomorrow, with in the next week... but I can't see any of that! Perhaps that's why I never really reached the uncomfortable stage until now. I have always known there was an end to this stage, but I guess I just never really dreamed about the day it would all be over. Perhaps a curse, most certainly a blessing!
I think that's how I'll approach motherhood too. Just taking it one day at a time. Of course that's an easy task to accomplish when you only have one, who is not yet involved in school or extra curricular activities, and are going to be a stay-at-home-mom. I'll know that there will always be an end to the day/night and that a new dawn "should" bring a new perspective. Granted, I've never been a mom before. So more than likely this little strategy of mine will fly right out the window after the first week of sleepless nights and only grabbing 2 hours of rest at a time...give or take!
But for now, I'm going to be flexible. This baby is due today. I don't expect it to come. My gut has been telling me Saturday, November 6th since back in April. I'm not really sure why, other than at our first ultrasound my gestational age was dead on with a November 3rd due date, but the baby measured 3 days smaller. Who knows, I may be proven completely wrong within the next 18 and a half hours!
Ok, it's time to feed the belly.
Lindsey
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