We are about to leave for our next appointment. In about 10 min. I have to drink a bottle of orange stuff so that Vicki can check my sugar. I'll let you know how it tastes later. I am feeling fine. It's just getting more difficult to bend over and to sleep. I have figured out that I need to eat in the evening before about 7:00 or I have problems in the night. The baby is moving more and the kids all think it's great to feel the baby. Emery kisses my tummy at least 2 or 3 times a day. We are getting more and more excited, but I'm glad there's about 3 more months. We still have to come up with a name!!
Lynna
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
It's a Boy!
"What do you have now?" asked the assistant with the clipboard.
"One boy and two girls."
"Well, you've evened out the numbers," she said, pointing a small pin toward the black and white screen.
Lara was happy, but slightly disappointed. Peyton was thrilled, pumping his fists into the air. Emery was unaffected. "I want mommy," came her response.
And that was Monday, March 2nd. Location: Vicky Wells' birthing center in Tyler. But we weren't really the story. The big party was before us.
Mom and dad, at least three friends and grandmom and granddad; all them sat in the waiting area like nervous teenagers before a Hannah Montana Concert. Granddad even had his camera (a very nice Nikon, might I had) capturing every moment.
Mom left to start the process. And then...the moment of truth. The entire party filed into the eight-foot by five-foot room, huddled around the monitor and peered into the face of the unborn child.
This will be the second grandchild for the eldest couple. The first, born just a month ago in California. But this might as well have been their first. Everyone was excited; hugs all around. The couple scheduled their next appointment with the midwife while flash went off repeatedly on granddad's camera.
They are having a boy. And so are we.
"One boy and two girls."
"Well, you've evened out the numbers," she said, pointing a small pin toward the black and white screen.
Lara was happy, but slightly disappointed. Peyton was thrilled, pumping his fists into the air. Emery was unaffected. "I want mommy," came her response.
And that was Monday, March 2nd. Location: Vicky Wells' birthing center in Tyler. But we weren't really the story. The big party was before us.
Mom and dad, at least three friends and grandmom and granddad; all them sat in the waiting area like nervous teenagers before a Hannah Montana Concert. Granddad even had his camera (a very nice Nikon, might I had) capturing every moment.
Mom left to start the process. And then...the moment of truth. The entire party filed into the eight-foot by five-foot room, huddled around the monitor and peered into the face of the unborn child.
This will be the second grandchild for the eldest couple. The first, born just a month ago in California. But this might as well have been their first. Everyone was excited; hugs all around. The couple scheduled their next appointment with the midwife while flash went off repeatedly on granddad's camera.
They are having a boy. And so are we.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The excitement builds...
OK, so we weren't "expecting" a fourth baby. At least not now. (Not that we were expecting one next year either.) But, nevertheless, we are excited about the new arrival. We held off telling folks about for several weeks. No reason why...just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while.
But then the looks began. You know, the "is-she-putting-on-weight" look. Then the double take and the thought, "or is it...uh...no, surely not. She must have had one too many holiday dinners."
But now it's out and so is Lynna's belly. She's been liberated to wear bulky shirts, elastic pants and small industrial tarpaulins. She's already loosing her belly button. Funny how that works, really. One day it's catching cracker crumbs in bed, the next day it's barely a noticeable ripple beneath a maternity shirt.
Which brings me to another point of excitement...clothes. Apparently pregnancy is also a great excuse to buy a new wardrobe. Unfortunately, you don't have enough time to really wear the clothes. My suggestion is to buy old clothes, like a nice polyester pants-suit. Tell folks it is the "new little black dress", the "big thing" in maternity wear right now. I mean, by the time they figure out your lying through your teeth, the baby will be here!
But then the looks began. You know, the "is-she-putting-on-weight" look. Then the double take and the thought, "or is it...uh...no, surely not. She must have had one too many holiday dinners."
But now it's out and so is Lynna's belly. She's been liberated to wear bulky shirts, elastic pants and small industrial tarpaulins. She's already loosing her belly button. Funny how that works, really. One day it's catching cracker crumbs in bed, the next day it's barely a noticeable ripple beneath a maternity shirt.
Which brings me to another point of excitement...clothes. Apparently pregnancy is also a great excuse to buy a new wardrobe. Unfortunately, you don't have enough time to really wear the clothes. My suggestion is to buy old clothes, like a nice polyester pants-suit. Tell folks it is the "new little black dress", the "big thing" in maternity wear right now. I mean, by the time they figure out your lying through your teeth, the baby will be here!
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