Nothing yet. . . .

Well August 3 has come and gone and still no baby news from Michigan - as you may remember my cousin is expecting her first little one as well and we're all anxiously awaiting that little one's arrival.

As for me, I'm doing pretty well. Little man has the hiccups as I'm writing this, but it's a nice reminder after a pretty quiet day that things are all going well. I'm not sleeping very well at night, but I seem to be able to crash from about 7:30am till 10am, so at least a little bit of sleep is happening. If there is anything I feel I can say for sure it's that my little guy is going to be VERY long. I have SO much pelvic pressure, but at the same time I can feel him burying his feet up under my ribs (and I have a pretty decent sized torso folks)!

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday. My doctor is pleased with him and me and seriously has no concerns (have I mentioned lately that I love my doctor and how laid back she is?). She did say that at 39 weeks (about a week from now) she will do an ultrasound just to check his size again, but she doesn't seem concerned.

I hate to say that I am "done" with being pregnant - because truly I have enjoyed every single second - even the not so pleasant/scary seconds. I think I'm just getting very excited to finally meet this little person who's been bouncing around inside of me for 9 months. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't also looking forward to possibly getting to sleep on my stomach again, and having a normal sized bladder.

I've also gotten very emotional in the last day or so. Now any of you that know me well will laugh at that statement and say "when isn't she emotional?" and it's true - I'm a very "sappy" person. But in the last day or so I have found myself in tears over one thing or another which hasn't been the norm during this pregnancy. Sure there were tears from time to time but today it seems like every sweet little thing I read about or hear about has the tears running down my cheeks. Does this mean anything? Who knows?

And now, just proof positive once again, that I have the world's greatest husband - he called to let me know he was going to get home late (he didn't want me to worry) and that he would be a little bit later because he was stopping to get me a surprise! We'll see what it is when he gets home.

I will keep everyone updated as things hopefully start progressing soon. Hope life is treating everyone else as well as it's treating my little family. These are truly good days - ones I won't ever forget.

Early Father's Day Post

So as you all know tomorrow is Father's day. This one is fun and exciting because of course my husband Paul is expecting his second child - his first boy. We are going to get together with his family at his parent's house for some Father's day fun and I will try to remember to take my camera so that I can share some of the antics with everyone.

In the meantime I'm going to attach something that Paul sent me while I was at work on Friday. His logic and thought processes are a couple of the many many reasons that I love and respect him. I thought his theories might be able to give others pause for thought as well, that's why I am sharing (with his permission I might add).

"A thought process that popped into my head.

Who am I?

Who am I is a question that I have not really asked myself very often, nor is it a question that I believe passes through the minds of many of us with any regularity. Who I believe I am speaks to my own belief in who I really am inside, and how I present myself to others. But how I am perceived by others is not something that I really know or understand.

Do the people that know me think of me as I think of myself? Can they see past my demeanor to my nature with clarity? Probably not. Is my demeanor even interpreted by others in the same way that I see it?

Probably not.

How do others think of me in all honesty? Am I just put up with? Do people look forward to me being around? How much of my perception of how others perceive me is tainted by false smiles and forced laughter? Nuanced looks that I miss, inner thoughts of irritation that I can't hear?

Who am I really?"

It certainly gave me pause for thought about who I am and how I am perceived by others. I realize that for the most part his thoughts above were rhetorical, however I would like to share with you who I think my husband is. What follows is by no means a complete interpretation of his multi-faceted person, it's just my humble opinion of the person I cherish most.

My husband is an amazing person. He is an incredible father, a wonderful son, an adoring uncle, a caring brother, and my world. He knows just what to say and when to say it - though he would disagree with this. He is an artist from the soles of his feet to the very top of his head and he rejoices at any chance to share his creativity and love of art. He is a teacher, not only to his daughter, but to anyone who takes the time to get to know him.

My husband is my center, he keeps me grounded when I am ready for lift off. He makes me smile when I am sad, and has the uncanny ability to make me laugh even when I'm crying. He challenges me to learn more and revels when I am able to logically throw him for a loop. He loves me for who I am, just as I love him for who he is. I am astoundingly lucky to have married my best friend - who just happens to be the most incredible man I know.

My words do not even begin to do him justice and I find myself angry and frustrated with my lack of adequate words to describe just how wonderful this man truly is. My aunt gave me a beautiful plaque at my bridal shower two years ago that I think sums it up better than I ever could - "It doesn't matter where you go in life. . . . What you do. . . . Or how much you have. . . . It's who you have beside you". I'm so very thankful it's you Paul! Happy Father's Day!! I love you!

Paul and his dad on our wedding day - two exceptional fathers I'm grateful to have in my life.