Warning: This is a pregnant/hormonal rant. I promise I'm a nicer person face-to-face. :)
You know, I'm not a big fan of drama. I like dramatic TV shows and such, but I hate the teenage-esque drama that some people surround themselves in. My dislike for drama has definitely increased now that I'm pregnant. I just don't have time for it. I don't have time for the drawn-out stories, for the ongoing updates, for the useless banter. And honestly, I don't have the patience for it either. I'm pregnant...I'm hormonal, achy, tired, frazzled, worried, and not to mention I'm growing another human being inside me. I don't have time for the "mean girl" crap or the high school angst. It's just too exhausting and stupid for my pregnant brain to comprehend.
I think I need a t-shirt today that reads: "I'm hormonal...back away slowly and save your drama for YOUR mama."
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
It's A Boy!
Josh and I are so excited that we will be having a little boy! His name will be Joshua Patton Lewis, but we will call him Patton. We are thrilled and can't wait to welcome him into the world!
This is Patton relaxing on the beach watching the sunset.
Here are the ultrasound pictures from last Friday:
This is Patton relaxing on the beach watching the sunset.This is Patton being the festive boy that he is. He already has his Halloween costume ready.
Raah, I scare you?
Our son is definitely not shy. He is very proud of himself, I guess.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Waiting...
This week is dragging by. I can't wait for Friday afternoon to get here, so we can have our ultrasound and hopefully find out if we are having a boy or a girl. Josh and I feel like our lives are in slow motion this week. Each day seems to last forever, the hours linger, the minutes feel like a lifetime. I've had feelings like this before...last week of college before graduation, the week before traveling to Disney World when I was 10, waiting to see Josh on the weekends when we were dating. Those events all caused me to be anxious and for the time to drag on, but nothing comes close to this week. We've done our best at trying to busy ourselves, trying to past the time. Luckily, Josh has had a lot of calls at work. I know he gets tired of them, but I think he is actually glad he has had something to do besides sit at the ambulance base and think about Friday getting here. I've even tried to get ahead on some things for work. No time like the present to distract myself with planning the Halloween Carnival (that isn't until October 28th). Plus, I've been making a list of house projects that I can do in the afternoons to keep me from watching the clock. None of those projects have happened yet, but that is only because I was more pleasingly distracted. Monday night I made a chicken casserole, and Josh, his ambulance partner Adam, and Adam's fiancee Victoria came over for dinner. The guys were working/on call, but we at least made it through dinner before they got a run. It was really nice having them over. Adam's last name is Lewis, and he has family from over towards Butler, so we are certain that somewhere down the line Adam and Josh are cousins of some sort. Victoria is precious, and just so sweet. She helped me with the dishes after the guys left, and it was so great to have them over. It distracted me for at least 4 hours, cooking and all.
Well, I guess I better get back to distracting myself somemore...the clock on my computer seems to have frozen as I write this...only 51 hours to go. Come on Friday, get here soon!
Well, I guess I better get back to distracting myself somemore...the clock on my computer seems to have frozen as I write this...only 51 hours to go. Come on Friday, get here soon!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Babies, Babies Everywhere!
Well, it seems like last week was "the" week to have a baby boy. Caroline and Jeremy had there Jasper on Thursday. My step-dad's nephew welcomed his son Memphis on Wednesday, and Josh's cousin Deidre had her little Ellis on Friday. Three days, three boys. Memphis and Jasper had more than just their city names in common. Both were born via c-section, and both were 9lb-plus babies. Ellis was just under 7 lbs, and I was told Deidre had a very smooth delivery this time around.
Most of my attention last week was on Jasper and his parents. Caroline called me Wednesday morning after her water broke. I'm sure there's a joke in the fact that it all happened with a sneeze. Maybe the punch line could be, "God bless you!" And God surely did bless them with a miracle. Jasper is stubborn...he was finally taken by c-section more than 29 hours after her water broke. He is definitely male...his sense of direction isn't that great...apparently he didn't have a birth canal map. He is fiesty...he wouldn't put up with the oxygen nose tube. He is big...he grew out of newborn diapers in one day. He is precious...and he is finally at home with his parents. Congrats to the Adams Family! Josh and I are so happy for the 3 of you, and we can't wait to visit all 3 of you next time we are in town.
Josh and I traveled to Birmingham on Friday to not only visit with Caroline and Jeremy but also to see my dad on his birthday and watch my step-brother play football. We watched Taylor's team get beat on Friday night...it was their first loss this year. I guess we jinxed it. Saturday morning after breakfast with Dad and Danyel, we visited Jeremy and Caroline at the hospital. Jasper was still in the NICU, but he was off oxygen and doing good. After visiting for a bit, we met Mom, Bruce, and Ashley for some Jim N Nick's. Yum! I was craving BBQ so bad! We headed home a bit later, and we got back in time for Josh to watch the rest of the Auburn game. Yesterday we actually got some things done around the house. It looks and smells so nice! I'm hoping the cleanliness around me will encourage me to tackle one of the 3 closets that need to be cleaned out. We will see.
As for this week, well, it will probably be the longest week EVER! We go for our ultrasound on Friday, and we can't wait to find out if we are having a boy or a girl. The hours will creep by until then. Last week I finally felt the baby kicking...it was so exciting! I can't wait until Josh can feel it kicking on the outside...hopefully it will happen soon. I know he is getting antsy.
Most of my attention last week was on Jasper and his parents. Caroline called me Wednesday morning after her water broke. I'm sure there's a joke in the fact that it all happened with a sneeze. Maybe the punch line could be, "God bless you!" And God surely did bless them with a miracle. Jasper is stubborn...he was finally taken by c-section more than 29 hours after her water broke. He is definitely male...his sense of direction isn't that great...apparently he didn't have a birth canal map. He is fiesty...he wouldn't put up with the oxygen nose tube. He is big...he grew out of newborn diapers in one day. He is precious...and he is finally at home with his parents. Congrats to the Adams Family! Josh and I are so happy for the 3 of you, and we can't wait to visit all 3 of you next time we are in town.
Josh and I traveled to Birmingham on Friday to not only visit with Caroline and Jeremy but also to see my dad on his birthday and watch my step-brother play football. We watched Taylor's team get beat on Friday night...it was their first loss this year. I guess we jinxed it. Saturday morning after breakfast with Dad and Danyel, we visited Jeremy and Caroline at the hospital. Jasper was still in the NICU, but he was off oxygen and doing good. After visiting for a bit, we met Mom, Bruce, and Ashley for some Jim N Nick's. Yum! I was craving BBQ so bad! We headed home a bit later, and we got back in time for Josh to watch the rest of the Auburn game. Yesterday we actually got some things done around the house. It looks and smells so nice! I'm hoping the cleanliness around me will encourage me to tackle one of the 3 closets that need to be cleaned out. We will see.
As for this week, well, it will probably be the longest week EVER! We go for our ultrasound on Friday, and we can't wait to find out if we are having a boy or a girl. The hours will creep by until then. Last week I finally felt the baby kicking...it was so exciting! I can't wait until Josh can feel it kicking on the outside...hopefully it will happen soon. I know he is getting antsy.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The Southern Woman
I read something today, someone else's blog, and they commented on how their Southern upbringing has affected their life. I saw myself and the women of my life reflected in her story.
We all tend, from time to time, to think of ourselves as simply normal, and then at other times we believe we are so weird compared to those around us. Growing up in the South has always been seen as something negative in some circles. Apparently, the rest of the world assumes that those raised in the South must have been forced to run around barefoot in the grass or were neglected the education and upbringing of the city. There are those that also see the grace and hospitality that is so intrinsic in our manners of dealing with others, and how can that be seen as bad? Despite what you think, there are some things that we learn in the South that we wouldn't learn anywhere else, and I see the affects of those "Southern traits" everyday.
For instance, have you ever noticed how Southern women react when they are interrupted or asked to do something? It seems we were all bred to be cheerfully interrupted. Always appeasing, always hospitable. We may hate the fact that someone has called us in the middle of our favorite TV show or may be so angry that someone has called and asked us to babysit for them again, but we hide it all away with a smile and a kind phrase or gesture.
What about when someone is sick? I've never received so many "get well" wishes and concerned phone calls as I have when surrounded by Southern Belles. The ladies of my church must have their own charming little desks full of assorted "thank you," "get well soon," and "thinking of you" cards. And with this constant influence surrounding me, I have to admit that I am no different. I have a card box full of cards for every occassion, and I feel so ashamed when a birthday card or thank you card doesn't get in the mail ASAP. It's that Southern hospitality guilt. Oh, and I don't think anyone above the Mason-Dixon line sends casseroles to heart attack survivors, but the Southern Belle-and-food relationship is a whole nother story.
It's amazing the Southern etiquette rules we live by. From weddings and funerals to holiday gatherings and church potlucks...we all live by that code of ethics that our mothers and grandmothers passed down to us. We follow the make-up and fashion rules and know what it takes to be a good hostess. From the little diddy "Don't wear white after Labor Day" to "Never go to a potluck empty-handed," we have all lived by the rules. I must admit that I always wear white sandals Labor Day weekend like it's a last hurrah for those soon-to-be-imprisoned flip-flops. I parade them around town one last time before I put them on their shelf in the closet...never to be seen again until Easter. Oh, and don't get me started on Southern wedding rules...I've never had so many women warn me about breaking bows on wedding gifts until I had a wedding shower at my church. Relax ladies, I guess it's safe to say that I broke at least one of those huge and completely Southern Belle-esque bows that you so patiently made at home for my prettily wrapped gifts. Yes, the baby's due March 2nd.
I'm on my way to becoming a true Southern Belle, of that I am sure, but at least I know I will have some hospitable company in the regiment. I'm so glad that my 2 best friends will be right beside me in the ranks. I know Beth will be a Major before too long...she's an amazing hostess, and Caroline is sure to appease all around her and look good while doing it. As for me, well, I'm pretty good at being cheerfully interrupted.
We all tend, from time to time, to think of ourselves as simply normal, and then at other times we believe we are so weird compared to those around us. Growing up in the South has always been seen as something negative in some circles. Apparently, the rest of the world assumes that those raised in the South must have been forced to run around barefoot in the grass or were neglected the education and upbringing of the city. There are those that also see the grace and hospitality that is so intrinsic in our manners of dealing with others, and how can that be seen as bad? Despite what you think, there are some things that we learn in the South that we wouldn't learn anywhere else, and I see the affects of those "Southern traits" everyday.
For instance, have you ever noticed how Southern women react when they are interrupted or asked to do something? It seems we were all bred to be cheerfully interrupted. Always appeasing, always hospitable. We may hate the fact that someone has called us in the middle of our favorite TV show or may be so angry that someone has called and asked us to babysit for them again, but we hide it all away with a smile and a kind phrase or gesture.
What about when someone is sick? I've never received so many "get well" wishes and concerned phone calls as I have when surrounded by Southern Belles. The ladies of my church must have their own charming little desks full of assorted "thank you," "get well soon," and "thinking of you" cards. And with this constant influence surrounding me, I have to admit that I am no different. I have a card box full of cards for every occassion, and I feel so ashamed when a birthday card or thank you card doesn't get in the mail ASAP. It's that Southern hospitality guilt. Oh, and I don't think anyone above the Mason-Dixon line sends casseroles to heart attack survivors, but the Southern Belle-and-food relationship is a whole nother story.
It's amazing the Southern etiquette rules we live by. From weddings and funerals to holiday gatherings and church potlucks...we all live by that code of ethics that our mothers and grandmothers passed down to us. We follow the make-up and fashion rules and know what it takes to be a good hostess. From the little diddy "Don't wear white after Labor Day" to "Never go to a potluck empty-handed," we have all lived by the rules. I must admit that I always wear white sandals Labor Day weekend like it's a last hurrah for those soon-to-be-imprisoned flip-flops. I parade them around town one last time before I put them on their shelf in the closet...never to be seen again until Easter. Oh, and don't get me started on Southern wedding rules...I've never had so many women warn me about breaking bows on wedding gifts until I had a wedding shower at my church. Relax ladies, I guess it's safe to say that I broke at least one of those huge and completely Southern Belle-esque bows that you so patiently made at home for my prettily wrapped gifts. Yes, the baby's due March 2nd.
I'm on my way to becoming a true Southern Belle, of that I am sure, but at least I know I will have some hospitable company in the regiment. I'm so glad that my 2 best friends will be right beside me in the ranks. I know Beth will be a Major before too long...she's an amazing hostess, and Caroline is sure to appease all around her and look good while doing it. As for me, well, I'm pretty good at being cheerfully interrupted.
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