I have the need to gush. I have been biding my time, trying oh-so-hard to keep my mouth shut (not doing a really good job of it), but today was a great day and I want to gush. So I'm gonna!
Today I got to hear my baby's heartbeat. It was a wonderful 163, which I was told is good. If only there had been a video camera in the room to capture my response. I think it could be likened to the 3 or 4-year-old who experiences a surprise from Santa. It was classic. Matt's response was great, too. He couldn't believe how quickly the midwife found the heartbeat and admitted in the hallway that what he really wanted to do was exclaim "Holy Shit!" He's got such great sentiments.
Okay, so I'm done gushing. Everybody who reads my blog already knows, but it feels great to gush.
Now to tell Dr G.....
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Life is good
Catching up on the remainder of the Christmas gatherings...
It is safe to say a good time was had by all. While we didn't have the family "Guesstures" tournament of years past, we still managed to have a very good time. Because this was the first Christmas for Laura and Chris as married folk, we had to rearrange how things were done. Matt and I kept up the same routine we've done, but had to adapt to the new family schedules. I thought we handled it pretty well, for the most part. Marc and Challen came down to the KM family gathering and brought Mad-dog (my dad's nickname for Maddox). We had a delicious lunch and our family Gift Game where more presents were worth fighting over than in years gone by. My dad actually brought a belly-dancing book/CD as his contribution and almost ended up taking it home. After 3 hours of KM fun (2 hours longer than normal), we went to Marc and Challen's house to share their presents since they weren't up for trips all around NC. After the giftage, we to Dad and Jo's for further indulgences. Once there we got to meet up with Laura and Chris for more family fun. Each couple got their Yellowstone picture and, of course, Dad really wants a copy of Marc and Challen's so I'll have to look and see what size looks best (he, of course, wants a HUGE copy). 
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Happy/sad report
Happy in a selfish way; sad for the rest of the IC world who will never know the joy.
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Catching up
I am so woefully behind in blogging, but most likely because so much has been going on. (the excitement of the holidays).
Matt and I added yet another nephew to our mix on December 11. Of course, both families are completely ga-ga over their respective new members. Who could really blame them, right?
Our Christmas "vacation" began on the 21st with a 10 1/2 hour drive to Tennessee to see Matt's Grandma. The best part was the drive occurred sans music/radio.
Back story: I have a Theftlock system on my car, which means if anyone should choose to steal my radio and put it into another vehicle, it wouldn't work without the unlock code. This tool also goes into action in the event the battery is disconnected and/or dies. Well, my car had to have a new multi-sensor put in, which resulted in the battery being disconnected from the radio and, being that I programmed the code into the car 4+ years ago, I didn't remember the code. Thus, the radio, CD player or anything hooked up to the speakers in my car would not work.
The drive to TN wasn't so bad for me, mostly because I slept most of it and because we got pretty punchy at times and made up songs about the towns we were in. My favorite was for Paducah, but I couldn't tell you what it is now. Saturday we headed to TN to see the Fam-in-laws; 5 hours later, we arrived (still no music)--again I slept. (I love the relief of vacation, even in a car.) We spent two great days with Matt's family and sang Jingle Bells about 400 times for Callie and got pee-ed on by Bryce (a true sign of love).
Next, we headed out to Hickory. We got to Mom's on Christmas Eve around 4, but still needed to run a few errands so Matt and I headed out to Target. Once there, we wrapped up our last-minute needs, hopped in the car, turned the key--nothing happened. From there I realized that I both love the South more than I dislike it. Afterall, we had almost a dozen people offer to jump my car (didn't work), one lady even gave us a card for a tow truck, and only one person gave me an ugly look for my car taking up two spaces. You see, we had to push my car out of the space to try to jump it because my cables were too short to stretch from my battery to the car next to me (opposite sides). Once we pushed it back in, I ended up straddling two parking spaces, prime spots for the Target entrance at 5 pm on Christmas Eve. Excellent. So step-daddy came to the rescue. We emptied everything from the Grand Prix into the truck after he affirmed that my battery was infact completely dead. (Good thing I didn't unlock the radio, huh?) Off we ran to get a new battery at 5:45 on Christmas Eve. We ran into our second auto parts store at 5:53 (they closed at 6) and bought the battery. Then off to Mom's for dinner because it was too dark to put the battery in now. After dinner, we had presents. The highlight of every year is Abby's Christmas present. Every year it's a ball and every year my mom gives great play-by-play. Followed by dessert...mmmm...chocolate.
Darnell, McRee, Brake Christmas update still to go...
Matt and I added yet another nephew to our mix on December 11. Of course, both families are completely ga-ga over their respective new members. Who could really blame them, right?
Our Christmas "vacation" began on the 21st with a 10 1/2 hour drive to Tennessee to see Matt's Grandma. The best part was the drive occurred sans music/radio.
Back story: I have a Theftlock system on my car, which means if anyone should choose to steal my radio and put it into another vehicle, it wouldn't work without the unlock code. This tool also goes into action in the event the battery is disconnected and/or dies. Well, my car had to have a new multi-sensor put in, which resulted in the battery being disconnected from the radio and, being that I programmed the code into the car 4+ years ago, I didn't remember the code. Thus, the radio, CD player or anything hooked up to the speakers in my car would not work.
The drive to TN wasn't so bad for me, mostly because I slept most of it and because we got pretty punchy at times and made up songs about the towns we were in. My favorite was for Paducah, but I couldn't tell you what it is now. Saturday we headed to TN to see the Fam-in-laws; 5 hours later, we arrived (still no music)--again I slept. (I love the relief of vacation, even in a car.) We spent two great days with Matt's family and sang Jingle Bells about 400 times for Callie and got pee-ed on by Bryce (a true sign of love).
Next, we headed out to Hickory. We got to Mom's on Christmas Eve around 4, but still needed to run a few errands so Matt and I headed out to Target. Once there, we wrapped up our last-minute needs, hopped in the car, turned the key--nothing happened. From there I realized that I both love the South more than I dislike it. Afterall, we had almost a dozen people offer to jump my car (didn't work), one lady even gave us a card for a tow truck, and only one person gave me an ugly look for my car taking up two spaces. You see, we had to push my car out of the space to try to jump it because my cables were too short to stretch from my battery to the car next to me (opposite sides). Once we pushed it back in, I ended up straddling two parking spaces, prime spots for the Target entrance at 5 pm on Christmas Eve. Excellent. So step-daddy came to the rescue. We emptied everything from the Grand Prix into the truck after he affirmed that my battery was infact completely dead. (Good thing I didn't unlock the radio, huh?) Off we ran to get a new battery at 5:45 on Christmas Eve. We ran into our second auto parts store at 5:53 (they closed at 6) and bought the battery. Then off to Mom's for dinner because it was too dark to put the battery in now. After dinner, we had presents. The highlight of every year is Abby's Christmas present. Every year it's a ball and every year my mom gives great play-by-play. Followed by dessert...mmmm...chocolate.
Darnell, McRee, Brake Christmas update still to go...
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