So today marks 20 weeks for my pregnancy. This baby is half baked, and on Tuesday we’ll [hopefully] find out if it’s a girl or a boy! And we’ll also [hopefully] be reassured that it’s healthy and normal. Prayers for that, ok? Thanks.
Today I’m feeling VERY pregnant. Like, all I want to do is lay down flat because there’s just too much in my midsection to even sit up. So. very. uncomfortable. And last night the heartburn started. 20 more weeks of this… I CAN DO IT! (I’m definitely trying to convince myself more than I am you, dear reader.) I must say, however, I was very lucky to have a fairly uneventful pregnancy with Rushton – no vomiting, my Unisom kept the morning sickness in check very well, no pre-term labor or any of the other nightmares that so many women have been unlucky enough to go through. So I am definitely counting my lucky stars for that. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still feel very pregnant. And I’d say the second half is the longer half – everyone already knows you’re having a baby and there aren’t many changes besides getting bigger and even more uncomfortable. But again, I am very grateful to be pregnant and healthy. That’s nothing short of a miracle.
And as a side note – Rush is doing pretty well in his big bed. It’s been an entire week now and we’ve both survived it. Woohoo!
And since I have no picture to post today, I’ll leave you with a link to a VERY cool print design site that I just discovered today: Hello Lucky Letterpress is so rad.
Happy MLKJr Day tomorrow!
I know, I know, I should schedule all these posts so that I’m only posting one a day for the next week instead of a million posts all in one night, but if I add one more step to the blogging process, I just might not do it at all! So just take it for what it is, please?
One of Rushton’s favorite pastimes these days is putting on our shoes – both mine and Jake’s. The best is when he tries to walk in boots or high tops, like so:
Seriously, never a dull moment with this kid around. (And FYI, we’ll find out the gender of our next kid NEXT WEEK! Your thoughts?)
Two things about this picture:
1. I love Rummikub. Friday night we had my cousin Heather and her husband Josh over for games and pie. It was a blast for most of us, but poor Josh had about 30 tiles or more on his board before he could even start playing. We ended up using almost every single tile that round, so we got a little crazy and put them all in order. As you can tell, things get pretty wild at the Spurlock house after 8 p.m.
2. Jake’s beard. Ugh. I’ve asked this before, but what IS IT with guys and beards???????? It is just an outward declaration of their manliness or is it more than that? I understand the occasional weekend or vacation stubble, but I still can’t stand it. I don’t want to look it, touch it, let alone kiss it. Gross. Thankfully, Jake finally shaved it off this morning after about a month of serious pleading from yours truly. Good riddance!
And 3. (even though I said there were only 2), check out Jake’s new teeth! Bet you’d never be able to tell they’re implants. Handsome, no?
Sorry if you feel like this blog is in a feast/famine cycle (as in, I post a bunch in one day, then I go a whole month without posting anything, then I post a bunch more one day, then nothing… etc.). But it is what it is!
Rushton loves coloring these days. If I even have a pen out to write a grocery list, he insists on getting his own paper and pen or crayons. Most of our pictures look pretty much the same: basketballs, footballs, tennis balls, baseballs, and the occasional soccer ball (when I’m feeling artistically ambitious). Even when we’re coloring in a coloring book, Rush could care less about the picture already on the page. He just wants me to draw balls.
This picture is a perfect example of about every coloring page we do, as well as a perfect example of how Rush will NOT sit still for a picture. As soon as he sees the camera, he just wants to get behind it and look at pictures that I’ve already taken. Tons of my pictures these days are of him trying to get the camera from me. Cute enough I guess, but soon we’ll have a new baby that will LOVE getting his/her picture taken! (or at least it won’t try to steal the camera from me for a few months)
My good friend Mandy and I get together at least once a week. It started out as playdates for our little boys, but I think now it’s more for us as much as it’s for them. It’s nice to have a good friend so close with someone to entertain Rush, too! Anyways, she invited us over one day to do handprints and footprints in salt dough. They turned out super cute, but sadly, they ended up cracking. So we tried again another day, and those cracked, too. So, for posterity’s sake, this picture will just have to do. Cute, huh?
Sunday (yesterday) was a big day here at the Spurlock household… Rush moved into a BIG BED!!! I didn’t think this day would come so quickly or suddenly, but it did, and so far, we’re surviving. (And if this kind of post strikes you as boring, I’m totally not offended. You can stop reading immediately!)
As any of you with little ones would agree, Sundays can be the worst if you have church during naptime. And so it is with us. Yesterday I left church a little early (I’m sure the Lord understands) so I could put a very tired and sad Rushton down for a nap, and when I went to leave him in his crib, he almost jumped out trying to lunge for me as I left the room. I caught him, but I decided right then and there that he was no longer safe in his crib. Over the past several months, as he’s been getting taller, I’ve known this day was coming, but I thought I still had at least until the spring. No so. So when Jake got home from church, he moved the crib into the guest room (the new baby’s room) and a twin mattress up to Rushton’s room.
The first night went surprisingly better than I had expected – I read to him, turned off the lights and sang to him while laying next to him on his bed, and when I was pretty sure he was asleep, I crept out. But he caught me just as I made it to the door. 🙁 I quickly closed the door and heard him run to the door crying, but he stopped crying within 30 seconds or so. When I checked on him an hour later, he was totally in his bed, facing the right way, on his pillow, fast asleep. And he slept until 10 a.m. this morning. Success!
Naptime today was less successful – we did our reading/singing routine but as soon as I left, he cried and cried and cried for a good 15-20 minutes. He finally stopped, but about a half hour later he started crying again for another 5 minutes. This happened once or twice more, but by the time he really woke up, he’d been in there for about an hour and a half, so I guess that was good enough.
Then tonight we did the same nightime thing as last night, but he was totally asleep when I left so no tears! I hope that soon I’ll be able to just sit on his mattress next to him while I sing (instead of lay [or is it lie?] down) because the more pregnant I get, the harder it’s going to be to get my pregnant self up and down from a bed that’s practically on the floor. But instead of leaving you with that happy visual, I’ll leave you with a picture of the tiny boy on his gigantic bed. Sweet dreams, folks!