I have been 38 weeks pregnant about to give birth to a precious baby boy THREE times in the last 3 and 1/2 years. (This seems crazy but it is absolutely perfect for us.)Each time has been unique and special in it's own way. However, each time three things have remained the same. First,the process of pregnancy always gives me such an appreciation for my Heavenly Father. What an awesome GOD! I cannot understand how anyone who has had a child could NOT believe in God?! From the first time we heard a heartbeat until this very day I am in constant of awe of God's goodness! (and I am sure if I did this 10 more times I would ALWAYS feel this same way) Secondly, with every pregnancy, I love this little person more than life itself. From the moment of conception, I would give up my life for them. For Manning, for Myers, and for McCann. Lastly, as my due date approaches each time, I find myself aching for my momma. I always miss her. Everyday. But the days that I long for her the most are those before, during, and after the births of my babies.
I remember in the hours before my mother's death telling my daddy, "But Daddy, my babies will never know her." I also recall my dad's words in response, "Baby, we will tell them all about her. We will make sure they know how much your momma would have loved them." So as my children get older, I make a point of telling them about Mema. I explain that she was Granddaddy's wife, mommy's momma, and their wonderful grandma. Lately many of my friends are getting pregnant and having babies. It is such an exciting time! I love the joy that comes with each birth annoucement. I love the expectation that comes with each gender reveal. I love the the instant adoration that parents have for their new babies. I also love one thing that I will never experience, the look of pride on the grandmother's face as she watches her daughter nurture a new life. This I miss. I wish my momma could be here. To tell me I was doing this right, to give me support, and to love on me like only a momma can. So as we near McCann's birthday, I pray that God will give us a healthy baby boy, that Manning and Myers would love their new brother, and that in the midst of it all I will feel HIS and her presence.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Carrie Underwood's legs? No, thank you!
I heard on the radio a few nights ago that Carrie Underwood is 29 years old. WHAT!? I am 29.... I really like believing that she is closer to 20. Why does she look a decade younger and I look every single week of my 29 years. I will give you 3 guesses. They all start with "M" and are under 4 feet tall! But would I trade motherhood for youthfulness, great legs, and all the money in the world? ABSOLUTELY NOT! Not in a million years! I am in total love with every part of being Manning, Myers, and McCann's mommy. I can barely believe that within 3 short weeks (give or take a few days) I will have 3 little boys in my house. How did I ever get so lucky? Not lucky...BLESSED.
I love the looks I get when the 3 and 1/2 of us walk in stores (Manning, Myers, me and my enormous belly). Better is when I am shopping alone (yes, this happens. My husband rocks.) and some sweet old lady asks me if this is my first. "No, my third." This is always followed up with one of two questions: "Do you know what you are having?" or "How old are your other two?" I respond, "My third boy all 3 and under." I get the best "God bless you" and "Lord have mercy" responses. You know what HE already has. He has blessed me and shown me mercy over and over.
I really hope I will update with some pictures of McCann's nursery in the next few weeks. However, that would mean that it is complete. Everytime I think we are close something happens and we backtrack. Today for example, I had all sorts of plans to "finish" my precious baby's room. It didn't happen. Instead the washing machine broke which meant we had to clean out the laundry room. Where did all the "extra" stuff that lives in my laundry temporarily get placed? McCann's room, of course. Sweet boy, we are so ready to meet you and we promise to love you to the moon and back. And we sincerely hope your room is ready when you make your big entrance...
I love the looks I get when the 3 and 1/2 of us walk in stores (Manning, Myers, me and my enormous belly). Better is when I am shopping alone (yes, this happens. My husband rocks.) and some sweet old lady asks me if this is my first. "No, my third." This is always followed up with one of two questions: "Do you know what you are having?" or "How old are your other two?" I respond, "My third boy all 3 and under." I get the best "God bless you" and "Lord have mercy" responses. You know what HE already has. He has blessed me and shown me mercy over and over.
I really hope I will update with some pictures of McCann's nursery in the next few weeks. However, that would mean that it is complete. Everytime I think we are close something happens and we backtrack. Today for example, I had all sorts of plans to "finish" my precious baby's room. It didn't happen. Instead the washing machine broke which meant we had to clean out the laundry room. Where did all the "extra" stuff that lives in my laundry temporarily get placed? McCann's room, of course. Sweet boy, we are so ready to meet you and we promise to love you to the moon and back. And we sincerely hope your room is ready when you make your big entrance...
