70 degrees and beautiful outside....
Nothing was going to keep me locked up in house. So I decided to go out and work in my flower garden to get it prepared for the spring before I can't bend over what-so-ever. I'll be the first to admit, I know NOTHING about flowers and I pretty much just wing it. But I decided it was a good time to pull out all of the dead flowers. When I pulled back the dead, I was pleasantly surprised to find some green sprouts from my lilies. I tried to cover them as well as possible with some mulch to keep the new sprouts protected until spring. I hope they survive until their time.
Then I started working in the garage. Our garage is a mess. It's embarrassing really. I was making use of our shelves when suddenly the shelf collapsed and paint cans and gas cans went everywhere. Of course one of the paint cans split open and gas went everywhere. My first thought was to start cleaning up, but then I realized...probably not a good idea while pregnant. I stress enough as it is about my unborn baby without an incident like this on my mind. I then placed a phone call to my husband that sounded something like this:
My husband is so patient and kind. He assured me that everything would be fine; to open the garage to let the fumes air out and to go inside and relax--he would take care of everything when he got home. After a long shower and sometime with our at-home heart-rate Doppler...I felt a little better about everything. Her heart rate was normal, so I don't think she got too high from the fumes. I also did some googling which reassured me that everything should be fine.
I'm just going to be honest. I haven't found a time where I have really enjoyed pregnancy. Not that I don't want to be pregnant, I can't wait to have our little family. I am so blessed, and I thank God that he has blessed me with a child. But I am so tired of worrying constantly that something horrible is going to happen. It's like no matter how many times the doctor or my family tells me everything is going to be fine, I still find myself caught up in the "something going to go wrong feeling". I just want her to get here safely and healthily. I literally use my Doppler everyday to check her heart-rate. She's not extremely active which always worries me too. I feel some movement at night, but not as much as I would have expected. I told my doctor, but he doesn't seem too concerned about it. I try to remember that ultimately all I can do is my best and the rest is in God's hands.
Anyways, enough about that....
Besides the whole incident in the garage, we had a good weekend. Ian and I did some shopping Friday and ended up getting a new bedding set for ourselves and a bunch of great stuff for the baby. Then we spent the rest of the evening putting all the baby stuff together. Then Saturday we went and finished our registry at Baby's R Us and Target. We ran into a co-worker of his who happens to be a new mom herself, and I instantly fell in love with her hair. My original plan was to grow my hair out, but the longer it gets, the more frustrated with it I become. On the other hand, I've never really loved my hair short either. But I think I am going to try out this salon that my girlfriend gets her hair cut at (and her hair is always adorable), so we will see!
Nothing was going to keep me locked up in house. So I decided to go out and work in my flower garden to get it prepared for the spring before I can't bend over what-so-ever. I'll be the first to admit, I know NOTHING about flowers and I pretty much just wing it. But I decided it was a good time to pull out all of the dead flowers. When I pulled back the dead, I was pleasantly surprised to find some green sprouts from my lilies. I tried to cover them as well as possible with some mulch to keep the new sprouts protected until spring. I hope they survive until their time.
Then I started working in the garage. Our garage is a mess. It's embarrassing really. I was making use of our shelves when suddenly the shelf collapsed and paint cans and gas cans went everywhere. Of course one of the paint cans split open and gas went everywhere. My first thought was to start cleaning up, but then I realized...probably not a good idea while pregnant. I stress enough as it is about my unborn baby without an incident like this on my mind. I then placed a phone call to my husband that sounded something like this:
My husband is so patient and kind. He assured me that everything would be fine; to open the garage to let the fumes air out and to go inside and relax--he would take care of everything when he got home. After a long shower and sometime with our at-home heart-rate Doppler...I felt a little better about everything. Her heart rate was normal, so I don't think she got too high from the fumes. I also did some googling which reassured me that everything should be fine.
I'm just going to be honest. I haven't found a time where I have really enjoyed pregnancy. Not that I don't want to be pregnant, I can't wait to have our little family. I am so blessed, and I thank God that he has blessed me with a child. But I am so tired of worrying constantly that something horrible is going to happen. It's like no matter how many times the doctor or my family tells me everything is going to be fine, I still find myself caught up in the "something going to go wrong feeling". I just want her to get here safely and healthily. I literally use my Doppler everyday to check her heart-rate. She's not extremely active which always worries me too. I feel some movement at night, but not as much as I would have expected. I told my doctor, but he doesn't seem too concerned about it. I try to remember that ultimately all I can do is my best and the rest is in God's hands.
Anyways, enough about that....
Besides the whole incident in the garage, we had a good weekend. Ian and I did some shopping Friday and ended up getting a new bedding set for ourselves and a bunch of great stuff for the baby. Then we spent the rest of the evening putting all the baby stuff together. Then Saturday we went and finished our registry at Baby's R Us and Target. We ran into a co-worker of his who happens to be a new mom herself, and I instantly fell in love with her hair. My original plan was to grow my hair out, but the longer it gets, the more frustrated with it I become. On the other hand, I've never really loved my hair short either. But I think I am going to try out this salon that my girlfriend gets her hair cut at (and her hair is always adorable), so we will see!
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