Week 36- Boop?



We have made it! Technically, we can go forward. I can officially say, "any day now" and truly mean it. On one hand, that is so exciting- I have been ready for 4.5 weeks. On the other hand, I am getting nervous. Blayne was such a good baby, I am worried Em is going to be opposite!

I am just ready to meet my little princess.

When I was pregnant with Blayne, Kevin called him peanut. It wore me out! I was so worried that he was going to call him peanut until he graduated high school. Here I was imagining sitting in the baseball stands listening to my husband call out " WAY TO GO PEANUT!!!" I still cringe.

When Blayne arrived, the first thing Kevin said was, "I love you Boog." I can remember choking on my water and looking at him, "Boog??" Kevin couldn't explain where it came from, but it stuck. I catch myself calling Blayne boog all of the time. Jeez, Can you imagine us at that same baseball game? "GOOD CATCH BOOG!!!" He is going to KILL US.

I say that to explain this:

What are we going to call Emileigh? Her name is Emileigh Joann Taylor. I always wanted to name her Mattie Joann and was vetoed about 4 months ago. Kevin said it looked too old and just didn't like it. The name was important to me because Mattie was my grandmother's grandmother and Joann is my grandmother. I also wanted to shorten it and call her MJ.
Kevin fussed and I agreed to change her first name, but not her middle.

I am big on names, being named for a purpose. Blayne has my grandpa's name for his middle name. Big shoes to fill in my opinion.

Unfortunately, Kevin's family was full of men and his mother HATED her name. Irene Betty. Kevin assured me that if we named our baby girl either of those she would haunt us for the rest of our life.

So we thought and thought and fretted. Finally, one day while at work I came up with a couple of names, one of which was Emily.

Now, as much as I want names to be meaningful, I want them to be beautiful and original as well. You would understand if you grew up as a Jennifer. Trust me- there are bazillions of us.
As I was saying Emily Joann, I realized I had my MJ... It's now Em-J. :) SCORE.

My only hesitation was the commonness of the name. There are a LOT of little girls named Emily. How would I make my little girl, unique?

Then it hit me. Leigh. Leigh is one of the angels God placed in my life during a very turbulent time. My parents had just divorced, I just married Kevin (that was a good thing), my little brother and sister were being torn in a very ugly custody battle. My little sister was 14 and pregnant when I was told I would NEVER have biological children. My little sister's baby was born and died at 24 weeks. I started a new job, my mother died... I really could go on, but that hits the major points.

Leigh was the person who lived down the street and was available 24/7. I relied on her strength more than she will ever know. There were times I just sat and cried and she listened. There were times that I had some really stupid things to say, she never criticized and supported me 100%. She was the best thing that happened to me and I can honestly say, held me together for two years. She and Kevin. I always tell her that she is the female version of my husband, they are so much alike.

When I decided to name my baby girl Emileigh, it is truly to honor the friendship God gave me. It is the only way I can begin to thank her.

Okay- So now I have my baby girl officially named, what are we going to "call" her? Em-J comes out of my mouth now.... Baby girl is what her daddy calls her.

Usually nick names come out of the air, kinda like Boog did. We haven't put much thought in it and just decided to wait until something landed. A few nights ago, Kevin was telling me a story about his family. He never does this, so when he does I pay especially good attention. He was talking about his mother's friend coming by and telling them about some night crawlers (worms good for fishing) down the ally way and how when he was little he hated to touch worms as they reminded him of snakes. Apparently she came in the house and said, "Boop- there are a million worms down the way. You oughta send your boys down to get them." I stopped him mid-stream, "Boop?" It was confirmed. Kevin's mother (Betty) collected Betty Boop items. Hence- Boop. At that moment, my precious little Emileigh was renamed by her daddy. "Boop" after her grandmother Betty Taylor.

I have a feeling we won't be haunted by my mother in law... maybe my teenager in a few years...

Sunday

I really just want to cuss. You know, the kind of cussing that makes you look and sound like a complete idiot... You want to take out all of the frustration and that seems to be the way to do it.

Instead- I am going to blog what I am thankful for:

1. I am thankful that my little girl is 4 days from being 36 weeks in utero. Once we get that far, we avoid the nasty NICU (baring any irregular complications) and once contractions start, the nice nurses at the hospital will help them along.

2. I am thankful that I have got to spend so much time watching Blayne. 18 months has got to be the best time so far. I know, I have talked about how much I love all of the phases, but to date, I am loving this stage. He is trying to communicate, can say most things he puts his mind go, loves to laugh, play and smile. He is such a good baby. He minds so well and takes the BEST naps ever.

3. I am thankful that my Grandma cares enough to come twice a week so I am not by myself. It is so nice to just have her here. Most of you (well some of you) know that I was raised my my paternal grandmother. Although she was not who I lived with during my childhood and teen years (until 171/2) she was a consistent, stable, person in my life. She made sure I had the values that were not considered important by my parents.

4. I am thankful for my friends. Their facebook comments, text messages, and just support is awesome. It is such a weird feeling to count on the computer/internet to connect to the outside world. Thanks guys- truly, I appreciate it so much.

5. My stinkin husband. He listens to me whine and gripe and complain. He let's me yell at him for no reason, get frustrated when he doesn't read my mind, or say exactly what I wanted him to. He doesn't get frustrated with me. He tries to just listen and let me vent. He gets quiet at times, but that is to be expected- I whould have shot me by this point.


Here is to another day. We did spend about 5.5 hours at the hospital again last night. Emileigh's heartrate was high, mine was high, and I have either chilled or sweated for the last 3 days straight. Due to the sweating my potassium was low... oh well. I can deal!!

I do not want my positive post to go negative, so I will stop there. Besides, I have lost my cell phone and need to find that dude.

Love- Jen

Splish Splash

As I mentioned on an earlier post, Kevin, Blayne, and I went to the Jenks Splash Pad last week. He absolutely loved it. I absolutely loved watching him play in the water. Kevin loved laughing at our little fish.

Below is a glimpse of our day... enjoy!





35 weeks- almost there... so over this!

Ahhh week 35. I never thought I would see you. Baby Emileigh is quickly running out of room: Looks like this week she is the size of a honeydew melon. (Note to self: do not blog with food brfore you eat lunch- will make you hungry!)



Dude- this little girl is getting B-I-G. I am really ready for this to be over. I just keep thinking... two more weeks. Emileigh will be considered "full term" at 37 weeks... I will then be BEGGING for an induction. :)

The last three weeks have left me at home to do little of nothing. The first week, I abided by the rules. Then I got bored and started breaking them here and there. The doctor prescribed some medications to keep the contractions tame, and I was allowed to stop taking it when they subsided.

Fast forward to this past Monday. Blayne went to daycare as usual, Kevin came home from work and we spend the day staring at each other. Booooring. He went to pick up Boog and got home around 5ish. There were some big kids playing with a big blue ball outside. Blayne had a meltdown because he wanted to play. He doesn't understand he is just a little guy and balls are his favorite toy.

After dragging the little guy in the house kicking and screaming, I had the brilliant idea to take him to the Jenks splash pad and to McDonald's for dinner. Water is his absolute favorite thing- the kid is a fish.

Kevin agreed, but asked if I was sure I was up to it. I had been in the dang house for weeks- I NEEDED the break. (Big Mistake)

I gathered Blayne's water diaper, swim trunks, and shirt. Kevin gathered the kicking kid- off we were to Jenks. While walking to the Jeep, I felt a little pang. It hurt, bad. Took my breath away, but I was determined to get out of jail and refused to say anything.

We went to McDonalds, Blayne ate his chicken nugget happy meal, then we walked to the splash pad. For an hour blayne played . I had SOOOOO much fun watching him laugh and smile and play... It did a girl good. We came home around 730ish, kevin gave blayne a bath and I sat down in the recliner to rest. Then they started. By the time Bathtime was over, I was timing the contractions to be 12 minutes apart.

I have strict instructions to go to the hospital on anything 10 or less... so I hold by breath. 1/2 an hour later, I am on the phone with backup. Jeff and Christie came to pick up Blayne to spend the night and we are off to the Hospital.

I get to the hospital and we are looking at contractions 5 minutes apart. At this point- I am PRAYING for my water to break. No luck (thankfully) I get two shots and a reservation to sleep in the most uncomfortable bed for the night. Plth.

Came home Monday- woke up to contractions again... this is getting old... Dr tells me to double up on meds and DO NOTHING.

Needless to say, I have made a permanent spot on the recliner, bed, and have watched everything I could on the internet. I actually think I have make it to the END of the internet.

** HELP- I HAVE RAN OUT OF SERCHABLE THINGS- WHERE DO YOU HANG OUT ONLINE??**


Anyway- that is my week. Grandma came to stay with me yesterday and last night, she is a godsend. Plus she made homemade chicken and noodles- YUM.

I need to upload the pics from the splashpad- they are toooo cute.

Okay - Vent over...

Until next time:
JT

HGTV, Food Network, and Prison

So we make it to 34 weeks and 1 day! I went to the doctor today and was given fantastic news, not dialating any more and the baby seems to be content where she is... for now. Better news- I don't have to go back for two more weeks. Ahhhh Of coarse, if contractions begin agian... we get to visit sooner. I am to stay at home off feet as much as possible.... that part stinks.

I always wanted to stay at home... until it happened. I feel like a prisioner in my own house! I guess the end result will be well worth it though.

I have been cooking A LOT. It is amazing how much money you actually save by cooking instead of eating out all of the time. I hope that is one change I will stick to.

Blayne is going so good. He is teething again, this time his molars. These puppies are the WORST to get poked through. He does really well during the day, but at night he turns into an animal. I have to remind myself that he is just a little guy.... The next morning, when he wakes up and smiles though, all of the pain the night before was well worth it. I guess I shouldn't complain. I could be working 80+ hours and dealing with this crap. At least I get to take a nap with him during the day.

My niece Susan has stumbled upon my blog... She is such a sweetie. I have only got to meet her in person once, she is a traveler (lucky duck) but I wanted to give her a little loving shout out. She and Kevin look more like brother and sister than anyone I know.. I think it's cute. When people tell me that Kevin looks like his daddy, I playfully disagree and say he looks like his cousin Susan :) HA

I have grown obsessed with HGTV and Food Network while in lockup. I have the nesting urge to cook 3 meals a day while re-finishing the entire place, then next week heading to the grandparents and working on theirs... Oh, then I wake up.

I guess I have rambled on enough- Until next time...

JT

Random

i haven't posted in so long- i think i have forgotten how.

in reality, i haven't been to work in 2 weeks tomorrow and really have avoided anything that makes me use my brain. you can find me on facebook- brain rot to the max :) really just spending my time clicking little squares "farming" or whatever... see- told you ... brain rot.

today was a little different. kevo works two 24 hour shifts right now, Sunday and Wednesday. so my little brother came to babysit i.e. help me take care of me and blayne while i am on house arrest until this little girl decides to make her grand entrance.

anyway- my house is clean (with the exception of boogs toys in the living room) and I am not allowed to go anywhere, so I sat my rear in front of the computer and played with photoshop a little bit. enough to make me want to learn sooooo much more about it. enough to make me want to win the jackpot at the cherokee casino and plop down the $3,500 for the suite instead of just running elements....

i guess the thing that frustrates me the most though: i spent 90% of my day organizing my computer. tagging photos, tagging brushes, downloading new brushes, downloading new everythings-

the next thing i know- i am on myspace completing an extreme makover....