Potato Babies

Ryan and I have long called those babies that sit quietly in church, at a restaurant, in the car... potato babies. When Dylan was little, we used to envy our friends with all their 'potato babies' and wonder what we were doing wrong to have such a fussy baby that just never really seemed content. We didn't go out to eat for about 6 months because we invariably had to walk out with a screaming baby. And when we went anywhere in the car we heard crying the entire time without a break. Don't even get me started about that car trip we did out in DC...

Dylan has always been high maintenance. And that's ok. It really is. But we were a little scared (to be honest) this time around, knowing what we may be in for... with two kids.

But now we have a potato of our own. And we love it.

As long as she has a clean diaper and is fed and not gassy, she's perfectly content to just be held. She coos and babbles at us and smiles.

Our very own potato baby!

Silver-Lining

What silver lining can you find with a head cold while you are pregnant and can't really take anything for relief? And when I say head cold, I mean a full-blown 2-week-er, complete with jaw pain and sinus pressure that screams inside your head when you try to blow your nose every five minutes because your brain is drowning in snot.

I've found my silver lining:
First of all, the nasty Glucola they make you drink in your third trimester to check for gestational diabetes... I couldn't taste it!!!!
Secondly, my husband, who let me go to bed on Saturday night at 6pm with the help of some Benadryl so I could get some rest after a long day of running around.
And thirdly, not having as much of an appetite, which is hopefully going to prove to be a blessing when I weigh-in tomorrow at my next OB appointment.

feeling better

Briana here. Feeling better. No more typhoid. Just some residual nausea at times if I overeat and don't stay cautious of the sometimes still-sensitive tummy-ness. (however I must add that there was one benefit - if you can call anything related to the stomach flu as a benefit... loosing 5 glorious pounds!)
And regarding the whole accident thingy, I'm working through it... albeit slowly. Some things just take time to resolve in your mind and work through emotionally. I'm just so glad to have had the loving support of my dear friends and family this past week (special thanks to my mom for coming down to help on Tues/Wed and my friend Kathy for being here for me in so many ways). I don't know what I would have done without you all. I'm so blessed.
Speaking of support, Ryan was such a doll this past week. I'm so thankful for his support and kindness. He never complained or gave me grief for laying in bed and not feeling like lifting my head off the pillow while I was sick (in fear of puking yet again), all the while dealing with Dylan alone, working hard so he get his work done and come home early and take care of us, and making sure I was comfortable. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
Thanks Ryan. I love you.

a thankful thursday

Today is Thanksgiving and I'm reminded of what I'm thankful for: My family. My beautiful son and husband and all that I've been blessed with. This past year has really proved to be one full of blessings. And as much as I think at times that this is a hard time in our lives, time and time again I pause and soak up these precious moments as a family, remembering what my mother in law has told me. "One day you'll look back on this time of your life and think of it as 'the good ol days'."

I think she's right.