Did y'all know...

that like 4 months ago we had a baby?!?!? I know, I know. Still shocks me too. But here he is and he's so squishy wishy and presh. 

I'm going to tell y'all all about his arrival and life with 3 little people next time, but it's pretty much a beautiful, chaotic mess ALL THE TIME. And I wouldn't change one thing about it. Not one. 

Waiting and anticipating....

I'm so sad that I no longer have time for the world of blogging. Actually I could probably make time, but that would require effort and really that's what I'm currently lacking. So let's catch up for a bit.

The curly topped one...she doesn't let a meal time pass her by. She will even finish off her sister's food if given the opportunity.

 Last week we were having dinner on the screened porch and she sat her baby beside me and walked away. She turned sideways quickly and cut her eyes to that baby and in her best momma voice with her hands on her hips said, "Betta don't. Betta don't, baby." I asked what her baby was doing that she better not do again. She was apparently hitting me, and Elynn wasn't going to stand for it. This is my favorite age and not just because we are currently free of diapers. It's my favorite age because of the precious that flows from that little mouth. Well...usually precious. All except when she looked our song director at church square in the eyes Sunday and said, "You sassy." Mortified. I.WAS. MORTIFIED. I turned all shades of red while I apologized and explained that he looks similar (and by similar I mean they are both bold headed) to someone that tells her she's sassy and picks at her all the time. We allow her to talk back to him, but the song leader??? NO!

 We had some pictures made a few weeks ago. It was part of the newborn package, so I went with it. Maternity pictures aren't generally my favorite, but I have to admit I think I may LOVE these. Elynn hated her dress by the way so it was touch and go with her.

 They started playing dress up again a few weeks ago. It's been a while since Reese did this, but I think I died from all the sweetness when she introduced the dresses to her sister. Of course, there ended up being a fight or two but thankfully it didn't escalate to the point of ruining the moment.

I'm currently real pregnant but not lucky enough for it to actually happen today. I'm 37 weeks. Elynn was born at 38 weeks, so I should probably start getting myself worked into a panic right about now. I took a half day off today to do just that. We just put the baby bed up Tuesday night. He doesn't have a whole name yet. I don't even recognize myself anymore. How have we let this moment sneak up on us and not even have a name!? Well he has a first name. It's the middle name that's causing talk of a divorce right now. I'll let y'all know when this debate is settled. 

I'm not even kidding myself by thinking bringing baby #3 home will be as easy as #2. Elynn was so easy. Plus Reese is on the verge of packing up and going to kindergarten. My emotions will probably be high over the next few months. It's all happening really quickly....except the misery of the end of pregnancy. That's draggin' on like the anticipation of Christmas morning. 

The Caboose: 20 Weeks

Started writing this 2 weeks ago...

It's so funny to me how quickly each pregnancy goes by. And by funny I mean HAHA funny like I do not have one thing in hand for him, and we aren't even going to discuss names.

11 days before Christmas we had a gender sonogram done. I looked away, she immediately said she was successful at seeing what it was, and I was done. She sealed up the pictures and this in the envelope, and I was on my way. It was placed high on our tree because Reese knew what it was, and I didn't trust her to leave it alone. Because Reese wanted another sister, Elynn also wanted another sister. They think boys are gross, and for at least another 15 years I'm good with that. 

We really didn't think a lot about the envelope. I mean with Christmas and 2 kids running around, we really didn't have time to dwell on it too much. However, it did effect my sleep. Several nights I dreamed about it. It was always a girl in my dream. Christmas Eve night was the only night I dreamed it was a boy. I woke Adam up at 6 and he and I went straight to the living room to open it. The words of Clark Griswold immediately crossed my mind- "If I woke tomorrow morning with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am right now." Adam had thought all along it was a boy. I was 100% positive it was a girl. (Adam's smart mouth daddy said "How do you know? You've never been pregnant with a boy." Y'all don't know the torture I endure at the hands of that man. And he claims I'm the one with smart mouth. Whatever.) I'm just going on record and saying that I have felt the exact same this time as I did with the girls. I was sick from about week 6 till week 10, but I've been good since then. Adam said there were a few nights that it was just him and the girls. I was mostly sick at night and went to bed before 7 a couple of times. 

I had ordered 2 sets of scratch offs from Etsy. One was in case it was a boy and was in case it was a girl. We had them wrapped in boxes for our parents and Uncle G when they came for breakfast. Looking back on it if I had known in advance it was a boy, we would have wrapped up a pink outfit and let them open it and think it was a girl and later told them the truth.

 Reese didn't have a lot to say when we told her that morning, but my cousin's wife later asked her if she was excited to have a brother and she responded "it's alright I guess." Since then she has come around about it and throws at least one name my way every day for consideration. Currently she is telling everyone his name will be Rudolph. Y'all know better. Elynn tells everyone that Baby Jesus is in mommy's tummy. We talked a lot about Baby Jesus at Christmas so naturally she thinks I'm Mary. ;)

We had our 20 week appointment yesterday. He weighed 14 ounces. Here again...this is my 3rd time around and it still shocks me that I gain _____ pounds and the kid weighs less than 1 of those. I looked back and saw that at this point with Reese I had gained 10 pounds. I didn't document with Elynn (that I can find), but let's just say it goes up with each pregnancy. What's funny though with Elynn I gained faster but in the end it was the same. 40 pounds both times. I may tip the scales this time though. I doubt being pregnant at Thanksgiving and Christmas helped much in that department. I'm older and wiser now though. I don't even get up tight about the weight gain. It will go away. Eventually.

 Personally, I think he's real cute already. That tiny little nose.

He is still very much a HE and he was proud to show us.

I'm open to name suggestions. We've liked 2 names in the past, but now people we know have named their kids those names, so the hunt is back on. We prefer a solid manly Southern name, but not an overused one. We have a if-we-had-to-pick-right-now name, but I'm not 100% sold on it. Like when I saw the name Elynn I was done. I knew it. Loved it. Wanted it. I need to feel that way this time too. 

And this is what 22 weeks looks like the 3rd time around...