Saturday, March 31, 2012

Pregnancy: 39 Weeks

I wasn't sure if I'd make it this far into my pregnancy. I was actually of hoping I'd have had the baby by now because I am so uncomfortable!







Bob actually took these on Sunday last week, when I was 38 and a half weeks pregnant. My belly has dropped significantly since then. I've been having contractions for a few weeks now, but they've been mostly painless and really irregular. Yesterday they started getting painful and frequent. Today they were even more so.

I'm just biding my time until either my water breaks or my contractions are adequate enough for the hospital to admit me.


Any time now, son! 
Any time!!


Garden Update: 4 Days

Day 4 after planting my garden, I was excited to see this progress:


One of my beans is just barely sprouted!


A sunflower did too.


And a yellow zucchini had the biggest sprout.


A few others were beginning to sprout too, and even though I couldn't see any green coming up in those ones, the soil was cracking and looked like it had shifted from something happening underneath its surface.

I'm excited to see what else pops up in the coming days! 



Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Beginning of Fresh & Delicious

Here are some personality traits that are relevant to what I did today:

I procrastinate 50% of the time (only on less important things).
I like to try to be as self sufficient as possible.
I'm a country girl at heart (and sometimes it shows).
I'm an overachiever.

One of my favorite things to do while I still lived at home with my mom and dad on the farm was help with bailing hay. I can't explain why, but to this day I still absolutely LOVE throwing bails. I love the hot and humid summer days, insects and birds and critters bustling about, the smell of fresh cut hay as it dries out, the beautiful expanse of the hay field and the woods that border it, the sound of my dad and uncles hollering directions to everyone over the loud puff of the tractors... It might sound ridiculous, but I loved those days. 

I've never been afraid to get my hands dirty. I probably sweat more than your average girl and I'm not afraid to admit it, because it just means I can work real hard and keep up with most of the men I grew up around. I can catch, kill, scale (or skin, if it's a catfish), gut, and fillet a fish all on my own. I can handle a gun just fine too. 

I like showing off that I know how to do those things. There was one thing, however, that was a requirement while I was growing up in the South and living on the farm, that I absolutely despised. You can ask my mother--I'd fight with her about it every summer. 

I hated working in the garden. 

Flower gardening I loved--I enjoyed creating beautiful groups of colors and shapes and watching the bees and butterflies pollinate the flowers as they bloomed. 

But I'm not talking about that kind of garden. 

Every day during the summer at 6am--sometimes earlier--my mom would burst into my bedroom and say in a loud voice, "Time to get up! We've gotta get out before the sun heats up the air!" No matter how many times I said no, or asked why, or complained, or yelled at her about how much I hated it, 10 minutes later I'd always find myself wearing my grubbies in the dirt, pulling weeds and squishing unwanted bugs in the vegetable garden. 

You might be thinking, "Oh yeah, we had a vegetable garden growing up and I didn't mind it so much..." I'm not talking about a 10-foot by 10-foot plot of dirt in your back yard. We had a garden so big that it seemed like my parents were planting crops for every one in our extended family, everyone at church, and at least half of my high school. It seemed so ridiculous! 

So in light of that background, here are a couple of funny truths: 

1. My mom and dad, even if they have no more kids at home, still maintain a garden just as massive (possibly even bigger) for the whopping two of them. 

2. ....I hate to admit it, but I miss having a vegetable garden... 

And as my mom reads that last sentence, I'm sure she's smirking and thinking to herself, "I knew you would, Janae." 

I completely understand the benefits of it now: food storage, saving money on groceries, learning work ethic, learning to be self sufficient, etc. It makes a lot of sense. Plus, food from your own garden that you've put your own sweat and effort into just tastes better. I'm pretty sure it's scientifically proven. 

The difference is that I'm planting a garden that's the size I want now. No more of that entire acre-sized plot nonsense... 

I just got around to planting our seeds for this year this afternoon. I should have started them at the beginning of the month, really. But I live in Southern California now. I'm pretty sure I could have a vegetable garden any time of year and it would do okay. A couple of weeks later than I originally wanted them to be planted won't make too big of a difference, right?




I'm considering just planting everything in flower pots of varying sizes, because with having a baby in less than two weeks and then caring for a newborn/infant all summer, I'm really not going to be in the mood for kneeling in the dirt every morning to pull weeds when I've been up half the night nursing a baby. But I still want fresh vegetables. So we'll see how this goes.

I found a peat pellet greenhouse starter kit that I bought with a Groupon deal a while back, and decided to give it a try. 




At one point my mother-in-law walked over to the table I was sitting at while working on this, looked at what I was doing, laughed and said, "Has anyone ever told you how incredible you are?!" 

"Bob does most days," I responded, not entirely sure what she was getting at.

Shaking her head and grinning, she said, "I can't believe you used different colored paper for the labels, and then you even color coordinated the toothpicks!" She noticed because it's totally something she'd do too.






I laughed and realized that I'd done that without even thinking. It's just how my brain works! Of course I used different color paper--it's easier to distinguish between than if it was all the same color. And the toothpicks have to coordinate with the color paper I used. Otherwise the colors might clash or the labels wouldn't match and that would bother me every time I'd look at it!

*sigh* 

Overachiever, indeed...




We'll see how these turn out. 

...Some other day we'll have to deal with all of the rabbits and other creatures in the backyard that will eat my poor garden once it's all planted out there
When that happens, I bet I'll wish I had a gun.  
;)



Friday, March 16, 2012

Traveling at 36 weeks pregnant = Adventure!

It was an eventful weekend for me. So eventful, in fact, that my doctor put me on bedrest for a day after over-doing it.

Bob and I drove up to Utah for my cousin's wedding. Yes, I took a 12 hour road trip at 36 weeks pregnant. However, instead of 12 hours, it took us 16 hours. We had to stop and let me walk around every 2 hours, mine and Bob's bladders were on opposite schedules, and we had to deal with an almost-fender-bender an hour into the trip (someone merged into our lane while we were in his blind spot and bumped into our front tire). It was a long drive, and for the last hour and a half I was hungry, my back was in some serious pain, and I was tired beyond belief. My angel of a husband was so sweet and patient the whole time that I was whining and complaining and groaning and even yelling a little. I sure married the right man! I hope he feels the same way about me, although wouldn't blame him for doubting it when I act like I did then. He definitely deserves a nice mansion in heaven after this life.

While on this trip, we stopped and said hello to a favorite friend and former coworker of mine, helped with some last-minute wedding dress and bridesmaid dress needs, visited our favorite house of single guys, we enjoyed time with family, we participated in a beautiful wedding, we took maternity photos with an old childhood friend of mine, we stopped in to briefly visit a couple of friends, and also another newly wed couple, and then we even visited my grandmother too. We did all of that in about 3 days! No wonder my doctor put me on bed rest for a day before driving back home! We're kind of nuts.

The night after the wedding, maternity shoot, and seeing several friends, Bob and I were driving back to where we were staying and I could barely stay awake. I know he was exhausted. He told me that morning that he wasn't sure if he was up for seeing all of those people after the wedding because he was so tired already. But that night on the drive back, in my struggle to stay awake in order to make sure he stayed awake to drive safely, we talked about how lucky we are to have such wonderful friends and family members. He said even though he was tired beyond belief, he was really glad that I pushed him to go with me to see those friends. That made me feel good. Most of the time I feel like I just nag Bob and push him into doing things because it's what I want. I don't want to be that kind of wife! I don't want him to resent me years from now for making him do things he never wants to do. I'm so glad that he was thankful for my encouragement and persuasion to keep going everywhere with me that day. It was worth it. We had a wonderful visit with each and every person we saw up there! I just wish we'd had more time, but that's what we always wish every time we go to Utah!

Here are some photos from this most recent adventure.


The most pregnant bridesmaid ever.


The greatest husband I could ever ask for!


Bridesmaid details: hair piece, bouquet, earrings.


Bob changing my shoes for me, because I couldn't do it myself in a lady-like manner.


Owen keeping Peyton calm by sharing his ice cream with her.


The lovely bride and groom!



The baby started kicking during our photo shoot!


Love this little guy already.


Credit for these and the many other wonderful maternity photos not pictured: 
Candid Joy Photography
Go check her out! She does some great work!



Last but definitely not least, Bob and I with Grandma. 
I love this lady beyond what words can express, and I will miss her dearly when her ever weakening body finally gives out. She has no idea how much she's loved and adored, or just how many lives she's influenced and impacted--including my own.