I'm sitting here looking at a little piece of paper... its a little note from the doctor that says I'm scheduled to be induced 1 week from today at 6am. :) I'm a happy camper.
Had my 38 week checkup today and I'm STILL 1 cm and 60%. No changes. And let me tell you that I've gone through two boxes of red raspberry leaf tea and have walked two miles every morning for the last 4 days! Yet no contractions. Well, nothing worth counting. My body gave up, I think, lol! Its saying, I'm tired of contracting, you do it.
So I'm a little disappointed that I didn't go into labor on my own... and granted, I still have one week... I still could (though I HIGHLY doubt it). But it is nice to be able to plan for the kids and to know the end is in sight. And the thought of meeting my little baby girl makes me tear up instantaneously. I'm gonna tell Ashley and Emily together tonight and I know they'll love the thought of being able to count down days. They live for stuff like that.
What a surreal feeling. One week from right now I'll either be in labor or already holding my girl. I'm not sure I'll believe it until I'm in that bed!
7 days and counting!!!
As promised... video of the squirrel
And for those of you who haven't heard this story yet... check out what we found. :)
I was in the house one afternoon and Jake knocks on the window for me to come outside and this is what I find....
The squirrel ended up sleeping in a crate in our kitchen that night because I'm too much of a sap to let the little thing fend for its self and worry that it wouldn't make it through the night. Then we took it to church the next morning where our good friend Nicole (animal whisperer extrodinaire) took it home to take care of it. After doing some research, she found out that it was about 5 weeks old which means he was still nursing and probably lost his mother. So she took good care of it and gave him everything he needed, thinking he might just become a forever pet. But after about a week, he kind of got a "cold" more or less and passed away. :( The girls were VERY sad. But at least we all tried to give this little guy a chance.
And I feel that I should address the way my children are clothed... this is pretty typical on a Saturday at our house- Ashley wearing too many layers (usually layers of dresses), Emily wearing too few layers (she says she gets hot), Micah not wearing pants (easier to change pull-ups) and Abby in her jammies all day (because, hey, why not?) :)
Anyway, we all got a good kick out seeing this little baby squirrel. We'll never know why he came up to Jake this way or what might have happened to his mother. But I'm sure my kids will never forget him.
I was in the house one afternoon and Jake knocks on the window for me to come outside and this is what I find....
The squirrel ended up sleeping in a crate in our kitchen that night because I'm too much of a sap to let the little thing fend for its self and worry that it wouldn't make it through the night. Then we took it to church the next morning where our good friend Nicole (animal whisperer extrodinaire) took it home to take care of it. After doing some research, she found out that it was about 5 weeks old which means he was still nursing and probably lost his mother. So she took good care of it and gave him everything he needed, thinking he might just become a forever pet. But after about a week, he kind of got a "cold" more or less and passed away. :( The girls were VERY sad. But at least we all tried to give this little guy a chance.
And I feel that I should address the way my children are clothed... this is pretty typical on a Saturday at our house- Ashley wearing too many layers (usually layers of dresses), Emily wearing too few layers (she says she gets hot), Micah not wearing pants (easier to change pull-ups) and Abby in her jammies all day (because, hey, why not?) :)
Anyway, we all got a good kick out seeing this little baby squirrel. We'll never know why he came up to Jake this way or what might have happened to his mother. But I'm sure my kids will never forget him.
Ashley in Chapel
Ashley is doing so well going to Kindergarten this year. She really loves her school, her teacher and her classmates. I'm so thankful that it was a smooth transition for her. And I LOVE that her daddy is in the same building all day. :)
Every Wednesday is chapel and the different classes have been taking turns leading it. Well this week was the K's turn to lead so I packed up all the kids and we went to watch Ashley's class.
Every Wednesday is chapel and the different classes have been taking turns leading it. Well this week was the K's turn to lead so I packed up all the kids and we went to watch Ashley's class.
(Singing "Jesus loves the little children" holding red, yellow, black and white sheets of paper)
I knew that she was going to be a part of the skit, but I was so surprised to see that she was the one LEADING the whole school in prayer that morning! You can tell she was just a little bit nervous, but I thought she did GREAT! SO proud of my girl. Then for the skit, she was supposed to do her part with her friend Becca, but Becca ended up being on vacation this week, so Ashley did it alone. Its kind of hard to hear but her line is "I can be honest when I'm talking to God." (She asked her teacher and Jake all week if Emily could do the part with her instead. :) I thought that was so sweet... they had to explain to her that it was just going to be Kindergarteners.)
Way to go GCA Kindergarten class!!!
Spencer Baby Watch 2009 (Update #2)
You could say we had kind of a close call yesterday.
Let me first give some background... with all of my pregnancies, I have been a "contract-er" by nature. My body starts contracting sometime around 33 weeks and kinda doesn't stop until either my water breaks, the baby comes, or I'm induced. But nonetheless, my body has always really "liked" to contract. But not this time. This time I have had hardly any contractions at all. Which is totally weird to me, but oh well, every pregnancy is different, right? And the Drs keep telling me, "Well since you haven't had any, once they start they probably won't stop." (I think I may have already said some of this in a previous post, but I can't remember. Sorry if I have. :))
Which brings me to yesterday at about 5:30am. I woke up having some contractions. Hm. Then a few more. Then I though, I should start writing these down and see how far apart they are. So to make a long story short, I was having them every 5-8 minutes all morning. And of course started thinking "Yep, this is it. She's coming today." And I already had an appointment set for 3:20, so I figured if I could just hang in there until then, I could go to the Drs office and go in that way instead of making a big ER visit.
But around 1pm they started slowing down to a stop. :( By the time I got to my appointment, it was all pretty much over and the doctor checked me... still only 1 cm. *BIG FROWN*
So oh well, it wasn't time yet. I have had just a few contractions today but nothing to get excited about. So we'll see when Mabry decides its time to make her big appearance. Stay tuned!
(PS. We never did get a chance to take the prego picture shoot either... all this dang rain has made it so overcast and we need a sunny day to take pics. Oh well.)
Let me first give some background... with all of my pregnancies, I have been a "contract-er" by nature. My body starts contracting sometime around 33 weeks and kinda doesn't stop until either my water breaks, the baby comes, or I'm induced. But nonetheless, my body has always really "liked" to contract. But not this time. This time I have had hardly any contractions at all. Which is totally weird to me, but oh well, every pregnancy is different, right? And the Drs keep telling me, "Well since you haven't had any, once they start they probably won't stop." (I think I may have already said some of this in a previous post, but I can't remember. Sorry if I have. :))
Which brings me to yesterday at about 5:30am. I woke up having some contractions. Hm. Then a few more. Then I though, I should start writing these down and see how far apart they are. So to make a long story short, I was having them every 5-8 minutes all morning. And of course started thinking "Yep, this is it. She's coming today." And I already had an appointment set for 3:20, so I figured if I could just hang in there until then, I could go to the Drs office and go in that way instead of making a big ER visit.
But around 1pm they started slowing down to a stop. :( By the time I got to my appointment, it was all pretty much over and the doctor checked me... still only 1 cm. *BIG FROWN*
So oh well, it wasn't time yet. I have had just a few contractions today but nothing to get excited about. So we'll see when Mabry decides its time to make her big appearance. Stay tuned!
(PS. We never did get a chance to take the prego picture shoot either... all this dang rain has made it so overcast and we need a sunny day to take pics. Oh well.)
Football player with Down Syndrome
My husband just forwarded me this article and I thought it was too cool not to share. Love the awareness that its raising for Down syndrome... I hope our kids are able to participate in sports and community activities like this and that some cool coach and sweet teammates let the kids make a great play when the opportunity presents its self! So cool.
Special play: boy with Down syndrome runs for TD in HS game
Special play: boy with Down syndrome runs for TD in HS game
Puddle jumping
Yesterday on our way home from getting Ashley from school, Emily from school and Abby from therapy, we decided it would be no fun to go sit at home and wait til Daddy got off work, so we decided to go walk a lap around the walking trail on our street. I love this trail, its safe and beautiful and makes me so happy that I live in Tennessee. :)
But apparently when it rains for days at a time the way it has been, its gets massive puddles.
It started with, "Yes, Emily, since you have flipflops on, you can tiptoe through the puddle... but be sure to lift up your pants so they don't get wet"
Then, "Ok Ashley, you can take your socks and shoes off and tiptoe through it too."
Then, "Alright Micah, you can get out of the stroller and run through like the girls."
Finally, "Since everyone is soaking wet, Abby might as well get out of the stroller too."
Before I knew it, all of my kids were practically swimming in this huge puddle, I was sitting back laughing and taking pictures with my phone. But as the sun started to go down, I realized it was time to call someone to bring us some towels! So Papaw to the rescue! And of course he had to join in the fun before we could dry them off and head home.
We never did make it even a fifth of the way around the trail (its 1 mile) but it was an unexpected little experience that all the kids very thoroughly enjoyed. Sometimes you just gotta stop, let kids be kids, and enjoy a good puddle. :)
But apparently when it rains for days at a time the way it has been, its gets massive puddles.
It started with, "Yes, Emily, since you have flipflops on, you can tiptoe through the puddle... but be sure to lift up your pants so they don't get wet"
Then, "Ok Ashley, you can take your socks and shoes off and tiptoe through it too."
Then, "Alright Micah, you can get out of the stroller and run through like the girls."
Finally, "Since everyone is soaking wet, Abby might as well get out of the stroller too."
Before I knew it, all of my kids were practically swimming in this huge puddle, I was sitting back laughing and taking pictures with my phone. But as the sun started to go down, I realized it was time to call someone to bring us some towels! So Papaw to the rescue! And of course he had to join in the fun before we could dry them off and head home.
We never did make it even a fifth of the way around the trail (its 1 mile) but it was an unexpected little experience that all the kids very thoroughly enjoyed. Sometimes you just gotta stop, let kids be kids, and enjoy a good puddle. :)
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