Maternity Clothes

I can remember to this day the first time I brought home a pair of maternity jeans when I was pregnant with Cooper and the look on Jason's face as he tried to figure out what the panel was for on the front. So funny! Here we are 6 years later, and they are just as frustrating. First of all, when its your first, you want to wear maternity clothes as soon as possible and you have to wait forever until you really need them. After that pregnancy, you don't want to wear them, yet you get bigger so much faster, you have to. For the most part I was really pregnant during colder parts of the year with both of my boys, and here we are going into the summer. Plus I was working full time with both of them at jobs where I had to look decent. I don't have to look decent this time around. My dear friend Sarah gave me all of her clothes as she moved from TX to GA, but she's taller than me, and was also working full time, so her clothes are dressy and for now, a little big. The stuff I did still have from previous pregnancies is already out of style. The shirts are big tents, and apparently the style now is tight t-shirts to really show off the belly. And another pregnant friend of mine pointed out that she has loaned her clothes to so many people, that they are faded and out of shape. I have noticed that with a few of my things. Its all very frustrating! So my sweet mom told me to spend $50 on her while we were shopping this week. So I go into the one maternity store at the outlet mall we were at ready to shop. Jason repeats, for the third time, "I don't understand why you need clothes for 4 more months. You have clothes." And I again try to explain all of the above to him, which he can't comprehend, plus the fact that, I just really would like to look cute in the midst of this process. I bought one shirt. A $30 shirt, which is way more than I would usually spend on a shirt, but it is really cute, and I feel cute in it. Even Cade told me I looked beautiful. So if you see me wearing an orange cute shirt everyday, that is why. Tonight the boys noticed the panel on my capris, and they looked at it with that same look Jason gave me 6 years ago. Funny.

And the answer is...

I guess I could just change the color of the little counter over there, but that would give it away too easily and you wouldn't read my rambling thoughts on the matter.
First, let me explain where my mindset was when we went to the doctor yesterday. When we were deciding to have one more, Jason said if I was desperate for a girl, then we would adopt, because this was it. So I had to come to conclusion that it really didn't matter to me, I just wanted another baby. So then we get pregnant, and according to the Chinese fertility chart (sent to me by my mother) it would be a girl. Then everyone said it was a girl, they had dreams about my girl, I was much sicker this time around and was gaining weight at weird parts of my body, all signs that it was a girl. When people asked me, I said I really didn't care, it would almost be a relief if it was a boy. So we go to the doctor.
The technician starts looking and asked if we wanted to know the gender, we said yes, and two seconds later, she says, "here it comes, its a boy!", and my eyes fill up with tears and they start rolling down my face. She asked what we already had, and I could hardly get out, two boys. Now, if my husband hadn't been sitting next to me, I probably would have balled my eyes out. But I had sworn to him that I didn't care, which apparently was a lie. So I'm trying to collect myself while the lady keeps looking around, and suddenly I realize I am still crying, but more out of being overwhelmed that I am having a baby. There he was in all his glory, ten fingers, ten toes, four heart chambers, a beautiful spine, a perfect brain. So then the tears are out of guilt that I'm disappointed with a healthy baby boy, then joy that I have a healthy baby boy. By the end I was fine, very thrilled that he looks so perfect. Lots of emotions in a ten minute time frame.
We called the boys at Jason's parents first, and they were both excited. Cooper said "yeah, a third baseman!". Cade was half asleep, but seemed relieved. He had told me earlier he wanted a boy. They called us later with names. Cade wants "Thomas Gordan James", which if you don't get the Thomas the Train significance, sounds like a good name. Its better than Cooper who wants "Transformer Autobot".
Jason and I then took off to San Marcos to spend the night and do some shopping, which is why I'm just now updating the blog. It looks like at least 40 people must have checked it, or less people more than one time. I would be fine until we went into a kids store, and when I saw the cute dresses and shoes, I would have a pang in my heart. But I was laying in bed last night, not able to sleep, and realized what a privilege it is that God has entrusted us to raise three men, to hopefully be Godly husbands, fathers and servants. That is a huge responsibility. And quite an honor. I am thankful.

Quick Baby News

I feel him/her everyday now. So much fun. And we have our sonogram scheduled for Monday (17th) at 1:00. Pray for me to have peace, I usually get nervous the night before that they will find something wrong. Of course with Cade, they did, and he came out fine! And pray that he/she cooperates so I can know for sure what it is. If it is a girl, we want 100% certainty about it. We've had three friends who were told they were having girls, and didn't, so we won't be painting anything pink. Although we wouldn't anyway, I don't like pink and like painting even less! Check back Monday night or Tuesday for hopefully the big news!

Updates

I haven't blogged in awhile. There are days when I write a blog in my head, but I don't have time to sit and actually type it in. And then when I do sit down, I can't remember what I was going to say. There are days when I have something to say, but since I'm not really sure who reads this, some things aren't appropriate. (ie. some fun and yet strange things about pregnancy) I know my women readers who have children would enjoy them, but those who have not experienced the joy of pregnancy, might not want to have children, or men would get grossed out. And there are days when I have issues with people that I would love to write about, what what if those people read my blog. Even though I would change their names, they would know I was talking about them.
So here are some non-offensive updates.
I'm doing better with serving vegatables, some days.
Our second Collide service went much better than the first! I didn't comment on the first because there wasn't much positive to say, but we are learning and growing as we go.
Jason just got back from being in London for 8 days planning a mission trip this summer. Brought me back lots of yummy European chocolate! Almost made up for him being gone so long. While he was gone, my mom came a few days, and while she was here, my dad dropped by for a visit too. We all had dinner together. For those of you who know my life story, you will know that is a big deal. And it was fairly painless, almost enjoyable at times.
Pregnancy is going well, I'm feeling much better morning sickness wise, parts of my body are growing, some expected, some not! Still very tired and unmotivated to do anything productive. We should find out in a few weeks what we are having. So many people have told me they have dreamt its a girl, and they just know its a girl, and how badly I must want a girl. And really, I don't care. I have almost convinced myself that I would rather have a boy. I already have everything, and I really don't want a teenage girl. I didn't like being one. I just want a healthy, full term baby, no matter what it is. I am pretty sure I felt the baby this week. Very exciting!
That should hold you for awhile until I have time to say something else, or remember when I sit down what I was going to say!