She's Here!

I'm so embarrassed that I haven't blogged since June 5th. Not that anyone was chomping at the bits for a new post, but I don't pride myself on starting things and not keeping up with them. However, there is news to share!

Our little Everleigh Hazel Maciuk made her debut one week ago today on September the 8th, and it has been THE best week of our lives! Since we have people all over the country...and world for that matter...who haven't heard the details, here they are!

**Scroll down to the bottom of this post to view pics!**

For the few weeks before Everleigh arrived, I was plagued with some serious heartburn and GERD (Gastro-esophogeal Reflux Disorder). I hadn't been sleeping much at night because of it and even though pregnancy was amazing for me, I had gotten to that proverbial place where I was "READY!" We had gone to our weekly doctor's appointments with much anticipation that SURELY I was dilated and efaced further, but were only told we were barely moving along. In fact, the day before she was born, we were told we were STILL parked at being dilated to a two and 75% efaced. Discouraging to say the least, however, her official due date wasn't until the 9/13, so we were just waiting! That afternoon, my heartburn/GERD was in FULL EFFECT! In fact, I ended up having to leave work at 4:00pm to go home and take medicine for it. I crashed on the couch in discomfort and couldn't get up for hours. I didn't know WHAT my deal was! I also reverted to the eating habits of my early pregnancy...all I wanted for dinner was veggies. Dan obliged and grilled me some K-Bobs.

Later that night when I was feeling a little better, I realized I had not felt Everleigh move all day like I had been. I knew she was running out of room, but I also knew that she should be moving the same amount, just differently with big movements vs. little kicks, etc. I just wasn't really feeling anything at all. I read up on ways to try to get her to move, and when to be concerned and notify the doctor. The next morning, after not feeling her move all night (and NO sleep), and I was trying to talk myself out of calling my doctor. I hate to be "that patient"...especially "that first-time mom patient" who is paranoid about EVERYTHING! I actually felt her move a little during my breakfast, and had all but talked myself out of calling. However, my motherly-instinct got the best of me on my drive to work and I called the nurse. She, surprisingly, told me to go to the Labor & Delivery Triage at the hospital and let them do a stress test. She said she thought everything would be fine because Everleigh's heart rate had been great at my appointment the day before.

I checked into Triage, and sure enough, her heart rate was perfect! And after drinking the cranberry/apple juice cocktail, our little angel was moving all around. They told me they HAD to monitor me for 30 minutes, but that I would be able to go after that. About 20 minutes into my 30 minute monitoring, the head Triage nurse came in and asked, "Do you want to have a birthday party today?" Now, if you know me, I am ALWAYS down for a birthday party...especially if it involves CAKE! : ) But I was confused. She then said, "She is not liking those contractions you are having, and her heart rate is dipping down every time you have one." I had NO idea I was having contractions, which was nice! She said they had called over to my doctor who said I was full-term, and because of the unknown reason her heart rate was dipping, they wanted to induce and let us meet Everleigh that day!

We were super excited! I was a little scared because this was not my *plan*. My plan was to go into labor on my own, and have the natural childbirth I had been mentally and physically preparing for my entire pregnancy. However, I had already made a deal with myself that if they had to induce for any reason, whether it be for concern or that Everleigh was just cooking too long, that I would forego the natural route because of the intensity of Pitocin contractions. I wasn't doing the natural route to be Superwoman, after all! So, that was a little disappointing, but quickly overshadowed by the joy that we were going to see her sweet face in just a little while!

After making all the appropriate phone calls to families in AR and TN, my Pitocin was started at around 11:00am. We were told it could be anywhere from 12 to 15 hours from there, so even though families and friends were jumping in cars and bustin' down I-40 and the turnpike from Fayetteville, we knew they had time. As had been the case with my progression until then, I was progressing slowly. Every time they would check, I had either not dilated anymore, or had dilated less than half a centimeter. I was checked at 3:00pm before the nurse shift change and was dilated to a five and 90% efaced. Finally! Some progress, but still a ways to go! The new nurse came in 30 minutes later and wanted to check me at the start of her shift and what a surprise we got! In that short time, I had gone from a five to a 10, and was 100% efaced! She sat me up and said we would "labor down" for 30 minutes, then start pushing! Dan got on the phone and notified all of the cars en route that they needed to put the pedal to the medal! My sister was to be in the delivery room with me, and she was an hour away at the time.

The 30 minutes flew by, and it was time to push. With Dan and our sweet friend Maggie by my side, I began to bring our little one into the world. With every push, I could feel the pressure of her getting closer and closer. It turns out that the reason her heart rate was dropping with contractions is that she had her little arm raised above her head with her umbilical cord squeezed between her arm and head. Every time I would have a contraction, it would squeeze a little harder. With my support team of doctors, nurses, Dan and Maggie, I was well coached and assured that I was doing a great job! After only 6 sets of pushes and 15 minutes, I heard a cry and the sweetest face I have ever seen was laid on my chest for the first time. Tears in my eyes just typing that sentence. She was and is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...and the most perfect thing I have ever done in my life. My sister ran into the room just as they were laying Everleigh on my chest. Perfect timing!

Now, they had told me for months that Ev was going to be a "big baby" just based on measurements. They weren't sure about weight, but knew that our gal was measuring LOOOONG! So, in the weeks leading up to her arrival, I took all of her little newborn clothes back and traded them for the exact same items in the one size up for length. As soon as Dan cut the umbilical cord (after it quit pulsating...so about 3 minutes after birth), they took her over to measure and weigh her. They shouted out, "She is 6lbs 15oz and 20" long!" My doctor and I both said, "WHAT????" This presented a problem since I had taken all of her tiny clothes back! Oh well, it just meant more shopping! : )

After that, I nursed her for the first time, which was one of the aspects of motherhood I had been looking forward to the most! I had no clue how to do it, and had been prepped for the difficulty that it can be sometimes. Not for our little gal! She latched on correctly immediately and nursed for 15 minutes on both sides! The nurses were AMAZED! Our little over-achiever. : )

Since then, it has been nothing but joy! Some tears have been shed, but they are out of pure joy and overwhelming emotion. I never dreamed I could love something so quickly. It's emotional for me to look at her and think that I grew her inside of me for nine months, and now she is here and more perfect than I ever could have imagined. She is BEAUTIFUL!! I told Dan that I just never imagined she would be this beautiful. Not that I thought she would be ugly, but that I just couldn't imagine in my little mind anything THIS beautiful! Kind of like the Bible promises...what He has for us is good, and perfect, and pleasing, and more than we can ever ask, think, or imagine with our mere human minds.

We are so blessed, y'all. Pregnancy, delivery, and mommy-hood have been more than I ever could have dreamed. Before I married Dan, I really struggled with the overwhelming desire to be a wife and a mother and not knowing if it would EVER happen for me. At 4:00am when I am staring at my little gal while she is eating, I feel this fullness in my heart knowing this is exactly what I was created for...the reason that nothing else was completely satisfying. I was made to be Dan's wife and Everleigh's momma. Praise God for his love, mercy, and faithfulness in always bringing me back on course to His plan for me. It is so fulfilling.

We love you all, and can't wait for you to meet her! We are being pretty protective of her for the first however many weeks of her life, but will bring her out for show-and-tell when she is good and ready! For now, here are some pics that my sweet friend Brooke Robinson took at the hospital. She was one of the first phone calls we made when we found out Everleigh was coming, and she IMMEDIATELY took her kids out of school, loaded up her hubby, and headed to OKC from Fayetteville to meet our little one. Forever grateful for frienships like that. Brookie, you are precious to me.

Love you all! Thank you for sharing in our excitement and joy throughout this entire time.

Now, I present to you, Miss EVERLEIGH HAZEL MACIUK!

Official

It's official. No turning back. I am way pregnant and have several new forms of proof...

My bellybutton is OFFICIALLY turned inside out. Ick.

I OFFICIALLY have a linea negra (dark line) down my tummy.

I am OFFICIALLY hungry ALL...THE...TIME!

I am OFFICIALLY being woken up at 4:00am every morning by a kicking Everleigh who is in a big hurry to get somewhere!

Good times! Only 15 weeks left!

Everleigh's Nursery

Well, after much turmoil, debate, back-and-forth, color psychology, and split-personalitied indecisiveness...we have FINALLY decided on a nursery for Miss Everleigh. Y'all, you would have thought I was picking out china patterns for the Queen of England, or even worse, having to pick out my wedding dress again! The horror!!! But, I have finally decided, and here it is.

This will be her furniture, and I am absolutely in love with it. I love the little crystal knobs and the detailed carving. It's black, but has a hint of brown in this pic...


This will be her bedding, etc., which interestingly enough is called "Harlow"...one of the names I loved for a little girl...






And this will be the color of her walls...

Heart Day

Just in under the gun!

Look at this YUMMY, creative cradle!!!! Je t'aime!


For those about to ROCK...
We salute you!

Our Little Lovey

The big news is here! We are having a baby GIRL! Everleigh Hazel Maciuk will join us in September and we are just giddy with excitement and anticipation!

We told our families on Friday night by ordering a cake that was iced in white but the cake on the inside was the color of the gender of our little lovey. You can imagine the excitement and surprise when my little sister cut into it and pulled out a PINK slice of cake! We also had everyone there dress in either pink or blue, depending on what their gender guess was! FUN!

Many have wondered where we came up with the name, Everleigh Hazel, so here it is. Dan and I were wanting a unique name that was also classic and timeless. A blogger I follow regularly, mostly because of her BEAUTIFUL writing and way with words, had a daughter in January. I was reading the post about her birth aloud to Dan one night when I came across the name of her daughter, Everly. Dan and I both just stopped and said, "THAT'S IT!" We instantly fell in love with how sweet, delicate, and timeless it sounds, as well as how unique and almost old Hollywood it is! At the time we didn't know we were having a girl, but we just knew this was to be her first name if we did!

Now here's the really cool story. Her middle name will be Hazel...the first name of my precious, beloved Grandma who lost her fight with Lupus & Parkinson's Disease on September 18, 2008, just before Dan and I were married. I ADORED my Grandma, and have wanted to honor her by naming a daughter Hazel for as long as I can remember. When we went for my first ultrasound, they set my due date to September 17, the day before the anniversary of when she went to be with Jesus. I have been a little sad about that because I wouldn't want our baby to be born on a day that will forever be a little sad for me. However, when we had our ultrasound last Thursday and they told us we are to be the parents of a baby GIRL, they ALSO changed our due date to September 13, which was my Grandma's BIRTHDAY!! Now, the chances of us actually having her on our due date are slim, but it confirmed that this girl was meant to be Hazel. I know my Grandma is smiling in heaven at the thought of that. I rarely saw her smile in the last few years of her life, so that makes me happy.

We are already in love with just the thought of her. We find ourselves daydreaming about what she will look like, how cute she will be in her funky little clothes, how funny she will be, how much HAIR she will have, playing the piano and drums, doing ballet, etc. : ) Hey, a parent can dream, right? Most of all, we daydream about how much our hearts are going to explode with love every second we spend with her. We have prayed for her for a long time, and know she is a precious, timely, gift from God. A reminder that He does love us dearly, and finds us worthy to bring HIS children into the world and raise them in the way they should go. I can't wait to be a momma to Miss Everleigh. I love you little girl!

Heart Day!

Is it cheating to post my "Heart Day" blog the day before my actual "Heart Day?" Isn't that the essence of these "Heart Day" posts...to give me a break from my usual hectic Tuesdays to reflect on the little things in life that suit my fancy? Well, I know tomorrow will be exceptionally busy for me, so I am already thinking about these treasures!

I ADORE this crib!!

But will probably be just as happy with this one since it's LOTS cheaper!

This onesie is a MUST HAVE around our house! What a great way to explain to your baby EXACTLY where they came from! ; )

This DELICIOUS blue chair with silver nail heads and upholstery that feels better than velvet!

And last, but certainly not least, I believe this is my life anthem...don't you?

A tummy, time out, and treats!

We had a FUN weekend! We went to Kansas City to see our fun friends, Jared and Mandy, and their PRECIOUS girls, London (4), Cadence (3), and Rilo (1). They are too much fun!! It's always nice to be around friends that you can just be so silly and laugh until your belly hurts. We have some FUNNY stories from the weekend, for sure! Love you guys!


We finally bought something for our little sweetie pie this weekend! Is it sad that the first thing we bought it has to do with discipline? This little white patent leather chair will serve as our "Time-Out" chair. It is TOOOO cute! You can't really tell how little it is here, but it stands about 36" tall. If our little one loves this chair as much as I do, we may have to re-think the "time-out" plan.


Now THIS is a big deal! I guess this is considered our second baby purchase. If you saw my first "Heart Day" post, you know that I want an old vintage pram stroller so badly! However, they are SUPER expensive, so I knew I wouldn't be able to have one. Not to mention how unpractical they are! They are MASSIVE and you can't really fold them up and put them in the back of your car to go to the park. BUT, they are gorgeous, so dream I did. Until my dream came true on Saturday! My sister-in-law found this original Marmet pram, made in England, at a garage sale in Nashville! These prams range from $600 to $1000 on EBay right now! It was owned by an Olympic swimmer from England, and made its way to the states, and now into my arms! I can't WAIT to push our little one around in this! Our baby is ALREADY stylin'!!!!

And last, but certainly not least, the tummy pic. Oh boy, this sucker is growing at a RAPID rate! My doctor DID tell me a couple weeks ago to expect to double in size over the next few weeks, and I am WELL on my way! It's fun though! I love pregnant bellies, and mine is no exception. Last Thursday we got to go have another ultrasound because we have a friend who is an ultrasound tech at the hospital. We watched our sweetie for 45 minutes! It was moving all around, sitting Indian style, sucking its little thumb. At one point it even took its thumb out of its mouth and gave us a thumbs up! : ) I was measuring about a week ahead, so I fully expect my due date to change at our official doctor's appointment on the 29th. I am now feeling movement quite often. It is THE neatest feeling in the world! Every time I feel it, it still makes me sit straight up with my eyes wide open. I hope I never get used to it. We are in love with you, baby Maciuk! You are already the apple of our eyes!

Heart Day

Not gonna lie...today was a rough one. The pregnancy emotions combined with the usual stress of my Tuesday schedule got the best of me. But, I designed this diaper bag tonight at my fave, 1154 Lill Studio in Kansas City, and it's making me feel MUCH better! Oh, and I also designed this wedding invitation for my dear friends Matt and Maggie tonight! They loved it, so SCORE! I think it's pretty cute too...just like them! They are getting married on my birthday, and that's THE best present anyone could give me! WEDDING CAKE ON MY BIRTHDAY! Hope you all had a MUCHO FAB Tuesday!

A Great Man...

Sometimes you meet someone in your lifetime who you know is a treasure from that first moment. That's how I felt when I was introduced to Tommy Van Zandt in 2004. I was to be the Account Executive assigned to his commercial real estate business at the agency I was with at the time. Tommy and I hit it off QUICKLY! You see, I'm a daddy's girl somethin' fierce, and I learned quickly that Tommy's great love was being a husband (to one of the most beautiful women I know) and, a father. My heart tends to seek out those types...the "Dad" away from my Dad, if you will. Although no one will EVER, EVER, EVER top my daddy in my heart, a girl can never have too many "dad-figures" to admire when she doesn't get to see hers every day. I found that in my friendship with Tommy Van Zandt. Over the next few years, my career path took me in a few different directions. No matter the direction, Tommy would always check in...like a "dad" would. When I would see him at the gym, at the coffee shop, or out on the town, I always got a "dad" style hug, and that big TVZ smile. One day I saw him in Panera Bread, and he introduced me to one of my future bosses, David Roth, President of WorkMatters, an incredible faith in the workplace ministry, that I later worked for for a little over a year before moving to Oklahoma City. Whoever was a friend of Tommy's was a friend of mine!

About a year and a half ago, I did a rebranding project for Sage Partners, Tommy's commercial real estate company in Fayetteville. Our friendship really, really blossomed during that time when I would office with them about 15 hours a week. We would laugh (he thinks I'm crazy), I would share about my relationship with Dan and how it was progressing, and he would share about his family and kids. He would ask advice on raising teenagers since Dan was a youth pastor and I was fully involved in his ministry. Sweet, sweet times. In fact, similar to what a young man would do with a girl's father, Dan went to Tommy before he proposed to me to let him know what he was planning to do, and ask permission to take me away for a few days. I still have the email Tommy wrote in response to Dan. It was the sweetest thing.

Last February, Tommy was injured cutting limbs in his backyard after the ice storm. He fell from a 10-foot ladder and immediately knew he had broken his neck and was paralyzed from the neck down. Our hearts were completely BROKEN for Tommy and his family. I remember laying in bed the night I found out and just bursting into tears of compassion and hurt for them. I called my husband just bawling. How could something like this happen to such a good, precious, LOVED man? A man who was so active! I used to see Tommy at the gym five mornings a week running before work...an avid outdoorsman...the father of two teenage boys? After a stay at the hospital in Fayetteville, Tommy was moved to Denver to a rehab hospital where he would stay for months. In the meantime, Dan and I moved to Oklahoma City. The last conversation I had on the phone with Tommy was telling him that we were thinking about taking the job in Oklahoma City.

Fast forward to this morning. I had the PRIVILEGE of going back to hear Tommy speak about his experience and his influence at the WorkMatters Eight-to-Five Unplugged event. I also got to see all of my old co-workers from WorkMatters! No one knew I was coming, which was really fun, including Tommy. I snuck in the back door because I was running a few minutes behind the 6:30am start time. Right when I walked in, Tommy and I locked eyes for the first time in over a year, and he winked at me to acknowledge he knew I was there. That was the beginning of the water works for me.

This is an amazing man. The room was PACKED...standing room only...with people who love and admire him for who he was before the accident, and who he has become after. He spoke about how he felt the Holy Spirit on him and in him while he was laying on the ground waiting for someone to find him that day. He spoke about how God is using this situation to influence others in his life on a day-to-day, minute-to-minute basis. He talked about how prayer really works. He talked about how life can truly change in the time it takes to fall from a 10-foot ladder in your own backyard. Then after, people got to stand up and tell how Tommy has influenced THEIR life.

I didn't say anything in front of the crowd, but wanted to. I would have told Tommy that he is a precious friend and has poured so much into my life. He has been such an example of how a husband should love a wife. I remember him telling me on more than one occasion that he "married WAY out of his league." We would laugh about that and assure him that he, in fact, HAD married out of his league! : ) However, what he doesn't know is that one of the moments I knew I was going to marry Dan was when he told someone I was "out of his league." And that was all because of Tommy. I admire and love him as a business man, a husband, a father, a friend, and most of all, as my brother in Christ. I would have told him that I don't understand why this is God's plan for his life, but I know he must be considered worthy to carry such a ministry position.

People's lives were changed today, and I have no doubt that they are changed every day because of Tommy. I have tears welling up in my eyes right now just thinking of him and how brave and humble and courageous he is. He has embraced this situation with such grace and beauty, and my heart needed to see that after a year. I got to speak with Tommy today and joke around with him like we always did. I "tried" to ask about Robyn (his wife) and the boys, but all he wanted to know about was me...my pregnancy, our house, my job, our church, etc. That's Tommy for ya...typical Tommy. I love that man. I absolutely adore him. And I treasured our time together today. Thanks for who you are, Tommy. You are a precious, precious man.

We had a doctor's appointment yesterday! I was so excited because I thought we were going to get to see our little nugget again! Guess I just thought you got to see them every time. I had hoped this was true because sometimes, when you haven't really been sick at all or had any weird cravings, you wonder if they are really in there. Anywho, we didn't get to see the baby, but we DID get to hear the heartbeat again! And by the sound of it, I think this is what we are having...

Not because it was saying "ribbit", but because they had to chase the precious little thing all over my stomach to keep track of the heartbeat (which is very healthy, by the way)! The nurse even commented that it was a very active baby, and because of that, I might start feeling it sooner than later! I cannot wait for that day!! This also might explain why I've been so dad'gum tired! They baby is active enough for both of us!

We went over some desires and plans with our doctor, whom we LOVE, as well. She asked about where we wanted to deliver, if I wanted to breast or bottle feed, etc. One of the last questions was epidural or natural delivery? Now, those of you who might not know me as well, I've got a little hippy, flower-child, running through my veins. Just enough for me to prefer organic vs. non-organic, make-up that makes you look like you don't have any on, boycott on most over-the-counter and prescription meds (see the movie "The Constant Gardner"), the windows down on the car and up in the house, and truth be told, a shower every other day or so (I take a sink bath on those days...don't worry). So natural childbirth is naturally my first option, and no, I'm not a glutton for punishment. There is something very pure about it in my mind. The way God intended it to be (after the fall, of course). An uninhibited expression of "I am momma, hear me roar." And I'm sure I will roar plenty! Something is so sweet and attractive to me about experiencing every bit of pregnancy, the joys and the pains, right along with this precious lovely one I am growing inside of me. I have been called everything from stupid, to idiot, and everything in between when sharing that with most. I was relieved to find that my doctor fully supports it, with the proper preparation both mentally and physically. It is my desire to spend as much time getting ready for this as I can including, yoga, reading, meditation and pain management breathing. It is also my desire to hire a doula, or labor coach, to help me through it. So, call me what you will, I feel like it's the right thing for me this time. It is in NO WAY an attempt to be SuperWoman. Just something I feel deep down in my spirit.

We will find out what we are having on Thursday, April 29th! I am down with whatever! I will be in love no matter what! My hubby, on the other hand, is smitten with the idea of being a daddy to a baby girl. I think he daydreams in rose-colored glasses already, and I'm SURE he would paint that nursery pink TODAY if I would let him! Cutie! We are pumped, no matter what, and are blessed and honored to be chosen to raise a little one.

With that, any wagers on what we'll be having? Girl or boy?

Heart Day

If I had known this dress existed, I would have married my husband in it. It is so delicate and elegant...and BLUE! Beautiful!

Heart Day #3

I am super busy at work and working through lunch, so this will be a quick "Heart Day" but well worth it!

I have watched this 100 times, and could watch it 100 more. It makes me giggle like a little girl.




Oh, and I'm ready for summer dresses that fit high above my ever-growing tum-tum...like this one...
Happy Tuesday, my dearies!

Might Be the Death of Me

This is what my knees looked like when I woke up this morning. These little things just might be the death of me! HIVES! I have broken out in hives for over a year now. It started on March 7th, 2009, when I was at my parents house for a wedding. I didn't sleep all night because I was itching. I usually only break out on my knees, elbows, ankles, shoulders, etc. and only at night when I am under the covers. I have seen many allergists and I am not allergic to anything. I have Cholinergic Uticaria, or hives that break out due to heat or lack of airflow to the skin. They are chronic and can last anywhere from 6 months to 3-5 years. I've got one year under my belt, so that's good. There are only two things I can do to help them: 1) Take an antihistamine like Allegra or Zyrtec every day. I don't like to take medicine, especially something I have to take every day, so that's out. OR 2) Just get naked and cool off. Which has been my method of choice for a year.

Anyway, if you think to, just say a little prayer for my hives. I just want them to go away for good. They are annoying and have worn out their welcome.

Heart Day #2

So, on this second Heart Day, I thought I would explain the "why" behind Tuesdays being my least favorite day of the week. Tuesday's are blah...for lack of better words. Monday is typically the worst day of choice for most. However, to me, Monday holds a little bit of excitement. Key words being "little bit". You have just come off of the weekend, and somehow things seem new again. Then you get to Tuesday. For me, I have meetings all morning on Tuesday, starting at 9:00am (which is TOUGH to pull off when I am preggers and tired) and ending at noon. So right off the bat, half of my day is squashed. But overall, you are just sitting in the middle of the week, closer to the beginning than you are to the end. And it's just yuck to me.

So with that said, here are my "hearts" for the week...and they certainly make me smile today!

Red lips...AND Sandra Bullock. I love matte red lipstick and I love Sandy at the Oscars.

McDonald's Hot Fudge Sundae! Best hot fudge in the nation...hands down!

These pink peony letter press thank you notes. Love, love, lovey!

This lovely, flowy, feminine, feathery, peach top...bellisimo!

Heart Day #1

Tuesday is my least favorite day of the week. Hands down. It's a lull, a drag, a big fat pain in the you know what. So, in an effort to lift my spirits on Tuesdays, I am going to post a whole slew of things I heart. So instead of being "hard days," Tuesdays will now be known as "heart days." Here's the first dose of things that make me warm and fuzzy and giddy and well, just lovely things...

J'adore this bed and the wallpaper (that's a dirty word)! I am obsessed with this vintage pram! Our baby needs this. Too bad I would have to sell our baby to pay for it! Actively searching for a knock-off.

My Cashy kitty. I might heart him the most off all these things.

Beautiful bassinet. I love you.

Love the horizontal stripes and the lamps hanging above the crib in this nursery.

Love the birds on the ceiling in this nursery!

This nursery is INCREDIBLE!!!! One of our faves for sure!

I just want to drink the pink in this room! And the mom looks like my Brookie!

LOVE the dust ruffles under these cribs! Gorgeous!

I love everything about this girly nursery. Precious!

And last but not least...I heart Sesame Street and Feist FOR SURE!

First Baby MUST-HAVE!!

This is the first of many, I'm sure...but if we have a little girly-girl, you can COUNT on her rockin' these....

You + Me...and BABY makes 3!

I know...I know...I am terrible at keeping up with my blogging. When I really think about all that has happened in our lives over the past year that I HAVEN'T blogged about, I feel like a world-class loser! I promise to be better. I HAVE to be better, because...

WE ARE HAVING A BABY!!

That's right...we are going to be parents on (or around) September 17, 2010! We have known for about eight weeks now, and it is still just as exciting to say it as it was when I walked out of that bathroom with a positive pregnancy test in my hand! We were so shocked...so excited...and SO SHOCKED!!

We have been "trying" to get pregnant...well, really just "not preventing" it...since we got married. If you know me well at all, you know I am not a proponent of birth control. Not for any religious reasons, but just not being completely comfortable in my spirit with it FOR ME. We also want as many babies as God wants to give us (hence the reason I LOVE the Duggars!). We had actually stopped "trying", using ovulation strips, etc. in December when we closed on the house. We knew this dwelling was going to take every bit of energy, time, and resources we had, so we just put it on the back-burner. I also had a much-anticipated appointment with a hormone specialist in January that would tell us for sure if we were ovulating correctly and hopefully FINALLY explain my spotting between periods for the past two years. Out of that appointment, they confirmed that my progesterone levels were "normal" and that I had ovulated in January. They sent me skipping away with the word that we should be good to go when everything settles down for us, and "to pretend like we were 16-year-old's in the backseat of a car because they don't want to get knocked up and they do." No joke. The doctor said that to me.

The week after that appointment, I was EXHAUSTED! We had been working for nearly two months on the house and I was plumb tuckered OUT! I was also STARVING like I never had been before...craving the most random things at the same time...which is not too far off for me since I am a food junkie at her finest. Something inside me just kept asking, "are you pregnant?" But I KNEW I wasn't because of the doctor's appointment the week before...so I dismissed. Finally, one Sunday when I couldn't even pry myself off the couch to go to church that morning, I asked Dan to pick up a pregnancy test on his way home from church. Now, had we been really trying and expecting, I would have taken the test by myself and surprised him with the results somehow. But, I KNEW it was going to be negative, so I just hopped up and went in the bathroom and took it, with Dan on the couch watching some man show. The next steps go like this...

1. Pee on stick
2. Notice dominant pink stripe coming through
3. Wait a few and don't see anything else coming through, confirming what I thought
4. Get up and wash hands
5. Out of the corner of my eye see not one, but TWO pink stripes in the window of the test...PREGO!
6. Emerge from bedroom
7. Yell, "Dan! You better get in here! That thing is positive!"
8. Assume it was user error and plan on taking the second test of the 2-pack in the morning
9. Take another test the next morning which is VERY positive!
10. Make appointment with family doctor who confirms the results with a blood test and informs us that we are about five weeks pregnant.
11. Jump, scream, shout, thank Jesus for giving us this baby, pray for health, swear each other to secrecy for the next 10 weeks until we are in the clear

Over the next weeks we found out that my progesterone was IN FACT low, not "normal," so I am taking progesterone for 12 weeks to even me out. That explains why the hormone specialist didn't know I was pregnant when I was in. My progesterone LOOKED "normal" to them, when in fact, it was high for me since I was pregnant. We have also seen our little chicken nugget twice since then, the last time being last Monday when it had its foot in its mouth and the heart beat sounded like a racing horse. (See pic below) Now we are just basking in the thoughts and dreams of being parents...and trying to put together a plan to get this house that we thought we had all the time in the world to finish, finished in 6 months! Not to mention a nursery! (Monetary donations and donations of time are being accepted)


I have never been this sleepy in my life. I have never spent more time in my pajamas, hair in a pony tail, and no make-up in my life. I am just lethargic. It's all I can do to get in the door and in my pj's after work. Praying that part goes away soon, because I am a busy-body at heart and this is killin' me. I have not been that sick though...can I get a hallelujah?? I have been pretty consistenly nauseas, but never sick, sick, sick, proving that God is not just good...He is GREAT!

I have dreamed of this since I was little girl. I am a mother at heart, and have always known it. If you have kids, I have probably loved them as if they were my own at some point in time. I have a heart for children, and have longed for nothing more in life than to be a wife and a mother. God gave me both in a little over a year. Mmmm....so sweet.

So now, we just wait and pray for our little one. Pray for it to grow, grow, grow into a healthy, beautiful, sweet little thing. Pray for it to experience love from us and Jesus before it even enters the world. Pray for it to have a life of joy, passion, purity, kindness, and love for Jesus and others. We have loved this baby since it was just a thought, and pray it feels that already.

Thanks for celebrating with us. YAY! Stay tuned for more baby bid'ness!

Hiatus

It's been a while! Since the last time I posted, Dan and I closed on the house I previously blogged about, and have been living in renovation and remodeling heaven...sometimes it has been hell, not gonna lie. We have sanded until our fingerprints and fingernails are no more, caulked until our hands hurt from pulling the trigger, sledge hammered and torn out until our shoulders can't take anymore, etc. However, we are ALMOST there!

Y'all, my husband...ohhhhhhhhh my husband is so many things! He is Superman, Bob the Builder, Handy Manny, and well...he's just my hero. He has pulled all the weight in this remodel and has built something both of us really never dreamed we would have. He has been a plumber, a carpenter, a painter, a sheet rock hanger, a wall texturer, a tile layer...you name it, he's done it. He is amazing, and everytime I am grateful for this house, I am over-the-top grateful for him and his hard work.

We are also so grateful to all of our friends who helped us out with this project. It has been seven weeks of intense labor and we couldn't have done it without you...you know who you are. We also want to thank our family and friends for their patience with us. We haven't seen or even talked to most of our loved ones in seven weeks, as we have been at the house every free second before and after work for that time. We can't wait to reconnect, and hopefully have you all come visit soon!

The plan was to move in this weekend, but have been set back because of the ice storm. We will move in next weekend, and I will post more pics then! The pics below are organized by room in the house and show progression from beginning until the first coat of wood paint went on last week. I don't have pics of the final woodwork yet because I haven't been able to get over there in the ice. Keep your cursor at the bottom of the photo to read the caption.

Sorry it has taken me so long to post these! I really haven't had a spare second until now. Enjoy!