Ahhhhhh...a new blog. Maybe I'm a little weird, but I used to be a really good journal-keeper. I wrote in my journal often, and I wrote everything! And I always loved it when I would fill up a journal and would get to buy a new one. I am a journal-junkie--I love the variety of covers, the designs, the smell of a new book, the fresh, white pages waiting for me to write on them. I think that this love for journals has transferred to blogging. Hey, I'm a modern woman, right? I love creating blogs, writing on my blogs, reading others' blogs...I am now a blog-junkie. That would explain why I have so many blogs!
A brief 411--My husband and I have been married for almost six years. And can I say that I really lucked out in that department? I LOVE my husband. He wins hands-down Husband-of-the-Year every year (though I won't tell him that because it's not good for him to ge
t too cocky)! He puts up with so much with me--mood swings, R.E.O.'s (random emotional outbreaks), looniness (my head is usually up in the clouds and far from reality), constant jabber (Toby Keith's song
I Want To Talk about Me is actually based on me!), and a thousand other quirks and short-comings. And he's just so supportive, loving, patient, and good. I'm glad that I didn't rush off and marry the first thing that came along...I waited it out (26 years to be exact) and I got the good stuff! I have two dogs (some would call them ponies because of their size) that I absolutely love. We've had Gimli for
almost five years now, and he is my boy! I love Gimli so much. He is the official general of the house. He inspects suspicious noises, constantly patrols the perimeters of the yard, and always reports back to us whether or not we're safe. He's starting to move into his golden years, but he's still full of personality and the best cuddler! Gus, on the oth
er hand, is 100% puppy. He'll be a year old in November, and we've had him since April. He is a 100 lb. goof. He cracks me up with the silly little things he does. He runs into walls, he tries to be the big protector (unless something is too scary, then it's Gimli's job), he gets into mischief one way or another, and he loves to be loved. My husband sometimes wonders what we were thinking when we got him, but I can't imagine our family without sweet, lil' Gus!
We've also been trying to start our family for about 4 1/2 years now. If you want a complete run-down of those years, you can go to my old blog (http://infertilemyrtlesblog.blogspot.com) and read about it. It has been a bittersweet experience--much tears but also much joy and many miracles. From my experiences with infertility, I feel like I really gained so much. I got to know and trust in myself so much more, I grew closer to and increased my faith in my loving Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, my husband and I grew so much closer and stronger, and I really discovered how wonderful and loving my family and friends are. When I look at the blessings I've received through out the years, I can truly say "it was worth the price we paid". And now, we have a miracle on the way--a baby boy due on November 20th. We are so excited...well, beyond excited! Now, I know that every baby is a miracle from God, but this baby is especially wonderful to me because this is my own, personal miracle. As we get closer and closer to the big day, I am realizing more and more how truly wonderful this baby is. A couple of weeks ago, we went to an all-day baby class, one of those third trimester classes that covers the basics of what you need to know for the last part of your pregnancy, labor and delivery, and after the baby arrives. As I sat there in that class, trying to soak in as much information as I could, it really began to sink in that this was really happening to me. It wasn't very long ago that I was trying to come to terms with the idea that I may never be able to have children. Even as we watched the birthing video (which is very graphic and terrifying in many ways), I just sat there and cried (well, sobbed would be a better word) because I was just so overcome with happiness, gratitude, and awe that I get to be a part of this miraculous process of bringing a new life into this world. My life is so good! =)
So, that's us in a nutshell. Things are a little hectic right now--we're remodeling the house to get ready for the baby, I'm still working full-time as a middle school teacher but trying to get things ready for when I leave work, and just being pregnant keeps me busy. But I'll try to post often! Stay tuned for pictures and updates of our home remodeling project!
We have been busy, busy, busy getting our little nest ready for our little Turkey! And with the due date just four weeks away, we're really starting to feel the pressure. But the house is finally starting to look like a house again. It all started over the summer when we decided to re-model the bedroom we were using into a nursery. Actually it really began almost six years ago when we first got married and my parents got a us a bed, and we had the bed set up in the empty bedroom instead of the master bedroom because Hubs still had all of his stuff in the master bedroom. And we kept saying, "We'll move into the master bedroom next month..." And it just never happened. Well, I tease Hubs that he should have paid attention to the children's book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, because that's what happened. He could write his own book called If You Give your Wife a Nursery. As we looked at doing the nursery, we got to thinking that we might as well do the master bedroom and the hallway connecting them. And at first we were just going to take down the wallpaper and re-paint. But then we got to thinking that maybe the old, popcorn ceiling needed to go. And then we got to thinking that the rooms could use new baseboards and maybe a chair rail. And then we decided it was a good time to get all new windows through out the house. And then of course I couldn't do all the walls the same color. And then we started to notice how old and gross the carpet was...and pretty soon our little nursery project became a huge project. Probably the worse part has been that it's taken a little longer than we had planned. Since August everything from our bedroom has been piled in the front room and our bed has been standing on end in the dining room. I've been sleeping on a couch downstairs (which hasn't been too bad actually) and Hubs has been sleeping on a mattress behind the couch which he calls his 'Harry Potter bed'. Every morning we would stroll into the front room to get some clothes to wear (when the windows were getting replaced, we were totally fish bowling it and I'm sure more than one neighbor has now seen us in our underwear)! Anyway, Hubs just set up our bed in our brand new master bedroom this past week. It was kind of funny the first couple of nights because at first we were all awkward like newlyweds again, not knowing how to sleep in the same bed! Hubs is probably wishing for his Harry Potter bed again because I have a hard time getting comfortable, and I flip and flop like a fish all night long. Poor guy! He probably gets an elbow to the nose quite often! And now we're finally at the stage where I can start putting things away, and I can really turn up my nesting to full gear. If only I weren't so exhausted! =)
Before
After
As you can see, we still have work to do, but we're getting there! YAY!
