Pictures and Prayers.....

These are a few pics from my shower that my coworkers/boss threw for me. It was so much fun and I got some great stuff!

It says Daddy's Girl. So cute!

This is a bear that says the bedtime prayer.

My boss's first grandchild. This is Ava. She is 6 months old and so cute!

Elaine, John, and Paula (from left to right)
Janet, Betta, and Elaine (from left to right)

This is a group picture from last Saturday in Birmingham. A group of us from church went to a Mom's conference at the Sheraton. It was a great conference, but as relaxing as it was, it totally wore me out and I had an emotional meltdown the next day at home. I was only gone 24 hours, but you would have thought I had been gone for a week.

Tomorrow I have a baby shower and I am SO excited. My Sunday school class is throwing the shower for me. Tuesday I went and had a mani-pedi done and had my nails on my feet and hands painted pink just for the occasion. Afterwards we have a friend taking some belly pictures-- since this is my LAST pregnancy (yes, ladies and gentlemen, you read that here) and our only girl, I know I will regret not having any belly pictures. We are going to make it a family affair and have the boys and Chad included.

There's a lot going on and I am down to 5 weeks (on Monday it will be 5 weeks). I don't think I've ever been more ready for anything in all my life.

My doctor had suggested delivering 2 weeks early because of my pain, but unless mine or the baby's health is in jeopardy, I am willing myself to make it until my due date. I know I will regret it if I give into having her early. I really want her to share a birthday with my grandfather.

And on another subject: There are so many people that I know of that are hurting, sick, scared, or in pain. I hope that these people don't mind me listing their business, but I know that they would appreciate any and all prayers you can offer. (Listed in no particular order)

#1. Dawn Davis-- battling breast cancer (and this is not her first battle). They found it in her spine and she is currently undergoing treatment for an indefinite period of time. She has a teenage son and a husband-- Matt and John.

#2. The Price family (Monroe and Tonia)--- they have been dealing with sick parents at the same time, on top of trying to deal with the everyday stuff of being parents to 2 teenagers.

#3. The Dykman family-- Matt and his son, Sawyer. Sawyer was born with Prune Belly Syndrome and Matt donated a kidney to his son this week to help with treatment. Prune Belly Syndrome is actually a VERY serious illness. They have been featured on the news about their story and it is just heartbreaking. Here is their blog that you can read: http://thedykmanfamily.blogspot.com/

#4. The Hall family--- most of you remember my blogs in the past about little Xavian. After battling a brain tumor for the first months/years of his life, he is now suffering from seizures. He has a major surgery scheduled in a few weeks to operate on his brain and what they think is causing his seizures. He is only 2 months younger than Ethan (so he is not quite 3) and has been through so much in his short little life. The older he gets, the more difficult it is for him to be treated, just because, as you can imagine, he is THREE. He is more aware of what is happening to him and the pain that is associated with it. Here is his Caring Bridge site where you can read about him:

http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/xavianbecketthall

#5. The Barrentine family--- Shane, Penny, and their two sons, Blake and Drew. Shane is preparing to leave for deployment overseas for an entire year. This is not his first deployment- he has been several times, but it is getting harder on his family with each deployment, as you can imagine. And yesterday Shane's grandfather unexpectedly passed away. This family has also been through a lot more, but I won't share their business by any means. But I know that they would appreciate prayers in the coming days with the death of his grandfather and preparing themselves emotionally for Shane's deployment.

Praying for these people each morning and thinking about all that they are going through really puts things into perspective for me. And I need that. Granted I still get in a bad mood everyday recently and cry over what seems like nothing, but I can at least blame that on my hormones.

I hope these people don't mind me posting their business, but I do know that they covet any and all prayers.

Sad face........

Okay, I am going to forfeit any rights to saying that I am a great parent here. I may even forfeit any rights to say that I'm good PERSON in general right now. Why? Because I feel like I'm at the end of my rope and I'm struggling to tie a knot and hang on.

I realize that there are many, MANY people out there who are not able to have children for whatever reason. And I in no way mean to sound insensitive or hurt anyone. I am grateful for the gift that God has given me by allowing 3 children into conception and so far having healthy pregnancies and children. But, with all due respect to anyone who may find my next statement offensive-- I mean NO disrespect nor do I mean to say something that may really hurt someone, but I am totally over being pregnant. I really am. I know that God has blessed me beyond measure, but I also feel that this pregnancy has been AWFUL and I think (no, I am CONVINCED) that this is God's way of telling me that 3 kids is all I need and can handle. This is coming from someone who 10 years ago wanted FIVE kids. Not only am I an emotional DISASTER 90% of EVERY SINGLE DAY lately, but I am dealing with a few aches and pains that haven't always been there. I realize that conceiving a third child was a choice Chad and I made as a married couple, and I wouldn't trade this pregnancy for anything. But I never, ever, ever want to do it again.

My emotions feel very raw lately and my patience has worn so thin I don't think the word "patience' exists in my vocabulary anymore. It doesn't matter where I am or who I am with--- some days I feel like I want to snap the necks of everyone around me just because they are breathing the same air as me. I have been very difficult to live with (maybe you all should stop and pray for Chad RIGHT NOW). Crying over everything is an understatement. And what I am about to say, I hope none of you take the wrong way. I don't even like my oldest child lately. (YES, I love that boy with all my heart, but I just don't like him lately.) We've sort of been dealing with second grade a little harder than any other grade. He has an EXCELLENT teacher. And we have homework almost every night, vocabulary words and tests, spelling words and tests, and math problems and tests. Brennan has a lot of MY side of the family's genes and he loves to argue. He will NEVER admit to being wrong and he argues relentlessly. He's also VERY smart-mouthed. If you told him the grass was green, he would find a way to try and convince you that the grass was not green and why he thought that. If you tell him to do something and do it now, he argues about having to do it and why he doesn't feel like he should have to get that done right then. Doing homework drags out the bad in all of us at night. If he misspells a word, or reads it wrong in a book, or adds his math problem wrong, instead of simply accepting that he got it wrong he ARGUES about why he is right. Yesterday he had the audacity to tell Chad (and I can't remember his exact wording) that Chad didn't know his math skills very well therefore Brennan was right and Chad was wrong. I. LOST. IT. Right then. Never mind the fact that Chad has a math degree and that's how he supports his family. But mix that in with Brennan's very rude, smart-alack mouth and it was all I could take. This morning alone I had my head in my hands crying as him and Chad walked out the door to leave because Brennan had already pushed every button I woke up with. And I have been waking up in a fairly decent mood since I've been actually getting some sleep (more on that in a minute.) So I had a few buttons to push. I felt horrible that my child walked out the door for the day and I was too mad and upset to even properly say my good-bye's to him. That's a rule that we never break. I sound like a horrible mother, but I'm really trying to be the best one I can possibly be.

Last week was my check-up at the doctor. Everything is still going well, except for the small meltdown I had in the office. I had gotten to the point that sleep was no longer existent for me. At. All. I was even taking Benadryl at night, falling asleep for 30 minutes to an hour and then I would be wide awake for the next 5 to 6 hours until the alarm went off. It wasn't helping my emotional state by any means. She gladly agreed to write me a prescription for something that was safe to take during pregnancy. But I really hate taking the stuff. If I take it and stay up longer than an hour afterwards, it makes me feel very drunk. Only without the headache and nausea. And then I don't even remember anything the next morning--- if I watched television, read, or had a conversation with Chad. So, I guess I just need to take it, turn off the lights and shut my eyes. As much as I hate the way it makes me feel BEFORE sleep, it allows me to get a good few hours of restful sleep. I still don't sleep all the way through the night, but it is definitely a much needed improvement. And my doctor told me that sleep and rest were vital right now for the health of the baby and me. So I try not to feel guilty taking it.

I guess while I am complaining I should also mention the relentless, never-ending pain in my right side. The same one I've mentioned before and the same one I've been dealing with for over 2 years. The same one that they chalked up to female issues and advised me to go ahead and have a third child and have a hysterectomy. I've become convinced it's not female issues. I don't know what it is. The other things I can try and reason with are chronic appendicitis or maybe an intestinal blockage. I've seen a surgeon and I've had sonograms and consulted with my Ob-gyn repeatedly over it. So, when I have my C-section, there will be a surgeon present (in addition to my Ob-Gyn) to have a look around my insides while I am already open and on display for all the world to see. I am to the point that I am PRAYING that they find something wrong. Not that I want anything to be wrong, but I also want to know that I am not anymore crazy than I already am. There is something wrong and causing pain and I think it has become like Chinese water torture for me. It has slowly started driving me batty. It definitely has contributed to my emotional state of mind. And just for the record, she loves to keep something of hers in that exact spot. I haven't been able to tell if it's her elbow or her knee. But she loves to keep it there and kick or punch.

And there you have it. All my complaints because I am being a negative Nancy. That is who I feel like I have become. But I have 8 weeks (from yesterday) and she will be here hopefully and prayerfully healthy and happy. And hopefully I will feel better and hopefully one of the 2 doctors can find what is causing my pain that is now 2 years and 4 months going strong and not improving.

So I guess if any of you read this all the way through, first I should say thank you for listening to me vent. And cry. I realize you have better things to do and I realize, too, that there are people with problems and issues WAY bigger than mine. But for right now, all of the above issues are weighing on my emotionally, physically, and mentally. Maybe throw in a prayer for me if you get a chance.

Ethan's 3rd birthday...

Ethan's 3rd birthday party was this weekend. It was just a small family affair. (I can't handle too much stress in my life these days.) I can't believe my baby is 3 years old!!! Time has flown by ridiculously fast!!!

The theme was sort of a "Bubble Guppies"/underwater theme. One of Ethan's favorite shows is a new show on Nick Jr. called "Bubble Guppies". A friend made his cake and she did a fabulous job. She also made his football cake last year for his Ole Miss birthday.

The punch. (Made to look like the ocean-- wish I could REALLY be at the ocean for a few days!)

Ethan's custom made "Bubble Guppies" shirt that I found on eBay for $13 WITH free shipping!!!

Playing with his new "Thomas the Train" trainset. He LOVES this thing! As a matter of fact, he left his own party early to go to his room by himself (he's just a little like his mother) and play with his new toy in peace and quiet.

Chad's grandmother and Ethan. She's 88 years old and looks and gets around better than I do!

Brennan and his Cub Scout uniform. Can't believe how big he is getting!!!! Someone please stop time!!!!

New and Improved and Easely Amused.....

After SIX. LONG. YEARS., Chad and I finally had the money to get (much needed) new flooring in our house. We got a good deal, found some beautiful wood flooring, and within a week, our house was transformed. Of course, everyone knows how home improvement goes: It is ALWAYS a work in progress. Like laundry-- once you think it's done, you find something else that needs tending to. Putting down new floors meant a new rug, which then meant new throw pillows. I would love to have new furniture, but Chad and I have had the same couch and chair for 6 years and it has held up SO well. I also love my blue. You can literally hose our furniture down with soap and water and clean up spills so easily that it almost seems too good to be true. But with 2 boys and another child on the way, I will gladly stick to our furniture that has been so good to us.

Anyway, the above picture (I am posting with SHAME) is our before. Ridiculous. And ugly. And I didn't realize how ugly until we made our improvements. I have more before, but I'm too embarrassed to post them.

This is after. Love, love, love my new wool rug. Purchased from Overstock.com for a shamelessly ridiculous low price.

Up close-- the blue in the rug isn't as bold as I thought it would be, but it still matches really well.

Oh, and let's not forget our new wood flooring.

Our dining room. That is our dining room table folded down. It seats up to 8 and has 6 chairs that we keep in a closet until we need to use them. It was handed down from Chad's grandparents and he won't let anyone even look at it the wrong way, much less breathe around it. When we have dinner or holidays at our house, you should see the amount of padding we have to put underneath the tablecloth we use. I love the table and am grateful we have something so special, but sometimes I wish we had a simple table from Miskelly's and be done with it.

The above are our new pillows. Just as Chad is picky about his table, I am picky about my pillows. I have lectured my family about these being for DECORATION only. I don't want anyone laying on them or sitting on them. It freaks me out. I know, I need to get over that, but it's always bugged me when people use throw pillows for their butt cushions. Don't do that!!!! Anywhere. Please.

This is why my house has to remain childproof (and dogproof). I have enjoyed being able to fix up my house a little over time and gettting it updated, but too many nice or fragile things only leads to disaster around here.

Last night my friends, Kelly and Kim, and me went to Easely Amused. So much fun. We painted something called "A New Day". My hand cramped up from being so tense, but overall, I was not too ashamed of my painting. I did it in colors to match our living room and actually plan on putting it on an easel next to our fireplace.

Before we got down and dirty.

After. Our finished masterpieces.