Ahhhhhhh. It is done. The crib is up. The room is ready. The clothes are washed. The car seat is in. The garage is (finally) cleaned out. The bag is packed. The house is (pretty much) clean. I have no more nesting to do. I have nothing left to clean (or do I?). I have no other pressing projects. I am done. And all I'm going to do for the next 8 days is R E S T. What a feeling. :) Bring over the bon bons and Glee episodes. 
{Pregnancy Update} I went to the Dr. last week to discover my sweet little peanut is NOT heads down like she should be. (I wondered...she kicks me and hits nerves I didn't know I had. OUCH!) I am at 38 weeks and so one of our options was to go to the hospital on Monday to see if the Dr. couldn't manually turn her. This lovely procedure is called an external cephalic version. Let me just say I'm t-e-n-d-e-r. Just imagine all the wiggle room I have left in that abdomen of mine (NOT) and 2 sets of hands pushing, cramming and shoving to get this baby to move (on the outside, luckily)!!! It hurt. A lot. But...it didn't work and little peanut is still heads up. So now we get to have a scheduled C-section for April 6th. (It was April 5th, but just got a phone call changing it to the 6th). This will be my first, so I'm glad that I can prepare myself and give myself time to plan ahead. Crazy to think that I'll be holding my little Zoey (yup, that's her name) in just a few short weeks!!! {Lukas offered to do a photo shoot with me. He's not too bad with the camera. I am a complete cheese head on the other hand.}
So I've been in panic mode for a few weeks (months actually) trying to get everything done before the baby comes. The basement being the biggest. We got carpet last week, so now we just need to do the 100 little things to get it ALL done. But I got my craft room moved downstairs! And the nursery is put together. So, you think I could settle down right? Nope. Still nesting. Hard core. Please, somebody stop me or I'm going to go into serious labor (and I do NOT want this baby to come any sooner than April 7th for lots of reasons). There are still blinds to be wiped down, photo albums to be updated, cars to be cleaned out, garages to be organized and do you really want to know the rest of my list? You'd be reading for awhile. Anyway, we are making progress. But seriously, somebody stop me.
Wow, can I really be 33? I guess if you do the math I am, but I still feel like I could be 23. So, that's what I'll be. Yup, I'm 23. :) I had such a good birthday. From home-made dinners (gracias mi Suegra) to meeting up at Golden Corral with the parents and Uncle Boyd, to Olive Garden, "Sherlock Holmes" and ice cream at Marble Slab with Pat--I had a blast. (I did not eat all of this food in one day. It was over the course of the weekend). And the gift of food and calories...mmmmmm Thanks everyone. Good thing I'm pregnant and not worrying about that right now. My kids gave me a "snuggie". They are so funny, they were so excited about it and said, "Mom, you're gonna love your gift. I've wanted one for so long." I do love it. This is going to be a great year.
To celebrate my Dad's one year anniversary, my mom threw him a super hero picnic (inspired by my sis). It was so cute. We had little sack lunches and pizza. My dad talked about all the events that happened and the miracles that have happened along the way. It was very touching and we thought we caught it on tape to find out later that it did not record! (Dang it!) We truly do have super hero parents. They have so much faith and courage and hope. I'm so grateful for them and for this experience we call life!!!
One year ago I was sitting in the ER with my parents, wondering what was wrong with my dad. He had a simple cough that wouldn't go away. A Dr. came in and told him he had Stage IV Lung Cancer. He had 2 1/2 liters of fluid in his lungs that needed to be drained and his future was looking grim. We were all so shocked and disheartened, how could anything be the same again? Well...things are not the same. We have a fresh perspective on life. We appreciate each and every moment we have and we feel the Lord's hand in all things. We have experienced MIRACLES through this and our faith has been renewed. Our dad is doing great, feeling better, and the cancer has shrunk and some has even disappeared. Today we celebrate LIFE, COURAGE, FAITH, HOPE and MIRACLES! We love you Dad!!
We took Wolfie in to get neutered. Poor guy. He was so happy, wagging his tail. He had NO idea what was going on. We picked him up and he did great. He has to wear the cone for a week. He runs into everything, can't eat or drink b/c he thinks he can't reach it and he bumps into the stairs, so he won't go up or down the stairs. Silly dog. It's going to be a long week...
