He Did Not Want to Watch me Whip nor Nae Nae

Houston had another big storm weekend- the "hunker down" kind where everyone just kinda goes inside and stays put. Thankfully, it ended up being somewhat of a non-event as the rains came down in slow, steady increments over a period of about 24 hours rather than dumping 10 inches on us in just a short period of time. It really wasn't a big deal but it made for a nice, quiet family weekend at home for the 3 of us.

The 3 of us. That's about to end. This little boy in my belly is nearing his estimated time of departure. Honestly, this last week we thought for a minute we might be meeting him. We spent most of Wednesday in Labor & Delivery as he did one of his little pranks on us where he stops moving for like 18 hours. We went to the hospital with bags packed, just in case, and there was a moment where my OB said "we might be doing this today" - but then he started changing his mind and got himself all active again. That's fine, Mister Man. You can stay in for a few more days.

I'll go in again this week and they will do another ultrasound to make sure my fluids are okay. I've been having a lot of contractions, some of them quite painful, but we haven't gotten into a pattern yet or anything so I'm good, for now. Anytime he wants to come is honestly okay by me. I'm ready to hold him.

This weekend, as we stayed home and were facing the possible threat of street flooding and torrential rain, Grant went into full responsible-homeowner mode and made it his life mission to keep the pool from overflowing. The last time we had a big storm we had water at the door and so he was a little nervous that this time was going to breach the barriers. He was draining the pool and walking around outside with his waders on and it was all very intense.

I started having contractions and he alerted me that I was not allowed to have a baby right now. "No. You can't do this tonight. I have to keep the pool under control. Sit. Down."

I tried to unload the dishwasher.

"SIT. DOWN."

I tried to take Ellie upstairs and put her to bed.

"JEN. Stop. I'll do it. You go lay down."

"I'M BORED."

"We're all bored. Go sit down. I don't want you having a baby right now."

Did you know that big storms can cause women to go into labor? Something about the moon or the gravitational pull or tide levels or the stars aligning or something. I'm making all that up - but apparently big thunderstorms mean crowded Labor & Delivery wards. So we were a bit more on alert last night and Grant was not having it.

At one point last night the TV was on and the Whip/NaeNae song began and I decided I needed to dance it out.

"Now watch me Whip..."

"STOP."

"Watch me Nae Nae"

"SIT DOWN!!!!"

It was about the time I started doing the stanky leg that he really got mad.

He had no tolerance for my shenangians.

Or maybe it was just that I looked so ridiculous that he just wanted to save me from further embarrassing myself.

We didn't go to church today, partly because of the weather and partly because NOTHING FITS ME ANYMORE. My belly has gotten so big, and the 5 shirts I wear on rotation have been washed so many times that they are shrinking. I can't justify spending more money on clothes I will wear for a maximum of 10 more days so I am just looking like Smee with my belly hanging out.

My belly hanging out is not really appropriate church attire.

The good news is, this storm is supposedly bringing cooler temps to last us through the week and I am beyond thrilled about that. I'm even wearing a shirt that has sleeves instead of a tank top. My belly is hanging out but that's beside the point.

10 days, people. We're almost there.

Monday Morning Update

We're slowly trucking through October over here and I am thrilled. The sooner October is over, the sooner it is baby time! I want Jack to stay in me for as long as he needs to but also I'd very much like to not be pregnant. I've been pregnant since February. I HAVE BEEN PREGNANT SINCE FEBRUARY, FOR THE LOVE.

Here'a few pics from the last week or so...

This is me with my two children, both getting all up in my personal space.

Jack gets an excuse since he lives inside of me, but Ellie has lately been attached to me physically at all times. I try not to complain over this since she has never been especially cuddly, but lately she has needed me to be next to her and she has needed to be physically touching me. I try really hard to savor those moments. But also did you know that it is super hot? Yeah. But I'm letting her do her thing. I think she knows there's change on the horizon and she's getting a smidge clingy. I'll take it. 

One day after work last week, Grant was out in the front yard doing something with the grass (I'm not really sure what all he does out there) and Ellie asked if she could go outside and see her daddy.  I opened the door and let her out since I was cooking dinner. About 15 minutes later, I realized I hadn't heard from her or him and got a little worried. I thought perhaps they might have walked to the playground down the street.  But, no. 

She's fully clothed, running through sprinklers.

I couldn't help but laugh. Why are daddies so much more fun than mommies?

He just turned to me and said "it's the last days of Summer!"

She had a blast and she ran out some energy so we were all good. Isn't that a gorgeous picture though? Grant took it and I think I may frame it. 

On Friday, our friend Blythe and her mommy came over to play and the girls had such a fun time. 

The pigtails and the ruffle butt and the Saints jersey... I just can't. 

They are too cute. 

The girls played in Ellie's kitchen and ate cookies and had to work on the art of sharing. This is what the little years are made for! We also let them jump on the bed because they are little monkeys and we are pushovers.

This week is filled with more of the to-do list and just laying around feeling less than energetic. I was telling Grant last night that every day I feel like doing less and less. I pulled clothes out of the dryer last night and then basically felt like giving myself a trophy and calling it a day. I get very winded very easily. 

Here's to hoping those clothes get folded sometime this week!

Hi There....

Oops. It's been over two weeks since I've blogged. Sorry. Sometimes I just can't. Sometimes my mind is blank and I am ridiculously pregnant and all I can think of to write is "I'm still super pregnant" and that isn't all that interesting for anyone to read.

But here I sit. At my computer. And I felt like writing some words today. I love when I feel like writing some words.

Ellie is at school and I just popped a Zyrtec because the allergies are here and they are making their presence known. I don't know why the beautiful days with less humidity have to also bring ragweed and pollen with them, but they do. They always do. My eyes are on fire. But the weathermen here in Houston are telling us that cooler temps are on the way, and I will gladly accept that. With my whole heart, I accept temperatures below 90 degrees, yes and amen.

I feel like the story of my life right now is one giant, long to-do list. Every day I cross things off the list, and yet every day I add something on. With Jack's arrival just around the corner, I am in full nesting mode over here and trying to get everything done that I can. The c-section has been scheduled for November 5th so that is really, really, really soon. I am so excited I can't even stand it! I'm excited to hold him and see his face. I am also greatly looking forward to sleeping on my stomach again some day.

On Saturday, we took Ellie to the Museum of Natural Science. We went into the Planetarium and watched a short, 30 minute film about outer space. They turned all the lights off and there were stars everywhere and the narrator had that soothing narrator voice and I SURE DID SLEEP THROUGH THAT WHOLE DANG THING. Yep. Mama fell asleep during the movie. The 30 minute movie. At 1:00 in the afternoon. I am just the greatest version of myself right now, except not.

On a positive note, THE SHOWS ARE BACK ON TELEVISION. I have missed them as the Summer shows Grant makes me watch are all on the Discovery Channel and I was getting really tired of them. One can only watch people fish for crabs so many weeks in a row before it gets redundant. He also made me watch Naked & Afraid which is a ridiculous show that makes me wanna puke for so many reasons.

We have started watching that new show Blindspot. Is anyone else watching? It's kinda like the Bourne movies and we love the Bourne movies. I'm intrigued by the show but some of it seems a little far-fetched to me. But, then again, so were the Bourne movies.

Anyhoo, we are trying to embrace Fall around here even though it hasn't really shown up yet. We took Ellie to a pumpkin patch a few weeks back and got this little gem of a photo:

She's such a pumpkin. A big, 3 year old, sassy little pumpkin.

A pumpkin who's going to be a big sister in about 3 weeks or so.

Sunrise, sunset, sob sob sob.

And here's a little sneak peak of Jack's nursery - which is still a work in progress.

I still need to put on some finishing touches and then I will do a full nursery tour.

The rocking chair is still in Ellie's room. We rarely rock her anymore, but it's still in her bedroom. I've asked Grant to transfer it to Jack's room, but he has been dragging his feet. He has finally admitted that "well maybe I still want to rock her a few more times before Jack comes."

He's such a sap!

Sorry I haven't blogged in so long. I'll try to get my words flowing a little more often. Y'all have a Happy Tuesday!