Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Asher hearts Lady Gaga

I'm fairly certain of it.

Asher loves tunes. Especially tunes by Lady Gaga and Kesha. Years from now, some silly Best of 2010 collection will come out and I will hear the songs and think right back to being pregnant.

I'm currently way too addicted to Telephone by Lady Gaga and my girl Beyonce. This is coming off a recent addiction to Tik Tok by Kesha. I'm not ashamed.

And when I'm in the car jamming out, Asher is usually pretty active. And judging by his nudges, kicks and thumps - I like to think he has rhythm. It's a pretty awesome thought.

Other songs that will always take me back to right now - Smile by Uncle Kracker, Young Forever by Jay-z and Imma Be by the Black-eyed Peas. (Did I spell those right?)

Rock on little guy. Can't wait to have music dance parties around the house with you. You will think you have cool parents with our hip hop collection. Trust me.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Convenience of this belly


Table top for my afternoon fruit salad and frosted mini wheats.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Couponing - I might be boarding the coupon train!

So, yesterday, I searched through the paper while at Cille's house and got lots of coupons. I know there is a lot of money to be saved. And there are tons of bargains to be had. And those who know are aware that I love a good deal; I'll search through a store all day for a great price.

Anyways, I cut some coupons and made my way to Harris Teeter last night for their triple coupon days. Just to see what I could do. I didn't really need to do any shopping since I stocked up last week, but I figured a few staple items were worth the saving adventure.

I ended up with a total of $47 before savings and $26 afterwards. All stuff we use regularly, too. (And, I should note, I had about $10 worth of dip supplies in there to satisfy my craving that had nothing to do with the coupons.) Not bad, eh?

I cannot wait to dig in more and start saving right and left. Yippee fun.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Shopping list for newborns, approved by the experts

For all my preggo friends, this is the list I worked from to keep us in check. I wanted to be sure we have all the necessities and not go overboard - at least not at first. :) Hope it helps you, too!

http://www.consumerreports.org/cro/babies-kids/news/new-baby-basics-1105/overview/index.htm

Sweet anticipation - Asher's nursery!

Here it is! The official nursery e-tour!

I'm really, really, really, really happy with how it all turned out.

Asher has lots of little touches of love all over his room. He has his Grand Ann's dresser from when she was a little girl. A toy chest hand made by his Nana. A handmade quilt. His dad's little flight suit. His mom's blankie. Crib from his great-grandma Cille's house. Some previously loved items from his cousin and future pals. And a wardrobe with lots of items either from or approved by his Aunt Joni Belle.








Pretty soon, our little guy will be here and hanging out in his room. Pretty freaking awesome.

Around the house

Cleaning off the pics on my iPhone and realized I never posted these.

First, here is my mailbox makeover. What a different some paint makes!


Second, here's Rusty building Asher's shelves for his nursery. Be impressed by his garage and tools, and then tell him about it. He'll love that!


And finally, Jax basking in the dining room sun. Just cute.

A day at Cille's

Today, I drove home to spend the day with my fam. Mom, Dad and Joni were on nurse duty for Cille. So, we all hung out at Cille's house on the hill, had lunch, visited with guests and took care of Cille. With emphasis on the 'took care of Cille' portion.

She seemed about the same as the last time I visited a couple of weeks ago, but seems to have lost the ability to perform a few additional skills. She doesn't want to hold her head up and if there is no food in her fingers, she puts her finger in her mouth to eat that. It is so hard to watch a woman who has been so very strong her whole life struggle in this way. Mom ground up her lunch and Joni fed it to her. She would choke on her water almost everytime she took a sip. She's not able to get up or down, or even roll over in bed without help. I watched Mom and Gail master the hoist that hospice brought in. And I heard Cille crying over and over when something hurt or she needed soemething, but she didn't know how to voice it. Again, a woman so strong who is so weak.

She didn't know me. Or any of us, I don't believe. Mom said she's been up for about 72 hours straight, so we were all relieved when she napped for about 30 minutes while we ate our lunch. It's a lot of work, caring for her, but I know that Mom and Gail will look back and be happy they did it. They seem at peace with the commitment they've made to help Cille be comfortable.

One strong woman who's raised, taught, blessed and loved many others.

We love you, Cille.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Delivery hospital bag packing list

Here's what we're planning to pack. Rusty wants to set up a 'staging' environment. We should probably get started on this.

It's a little funny because we live right behind the hospital, literally. But, I like being (over) prepared and I figure the less times I send Rusty home for a necessity during labor, the better.

To go in hospital bag:
  • Something to wear home
  • Shampoo, conditioner, soap, chapstick and lotion
  • Make up bag and toothbrush/toothpaste
  • Hair ties and brush
  • Video camera
  • Digital camera
  • iPhones
  • Laptop
  • Power cords for items above
  • Extension cord
  • Bedroom slippers
  • Socks
  • Shelf bras
  • PJ shirt/pants (I'll probably just stay in gown, but we'll see.)
  • Rusty's tolietries and change of clothes (Not knowing how long labor will be.)
 To go in Asher's bag:
  • Receiving/swaddler blanket (2)
  • Coming home outfit (onesie, hat and socks)
  • Hat and birthday bib for photo
 To take with us:
  • Pillows from bed upstairs (2)
  • Extra big shopping bag to bring home freebies (Can initially take pillows in this bag.)
  • Car seat
  • Boppy pillow (Heard on other blogs this was good to have around.)
 Hmm... What are we missing?

36 weeks, 5 days



Almost 37 weeks.

Almost full term.

This little guy could come anytime, really.

Today, I went to my dear Tisha's sprinkle (versus shower). When I left she said, I guess the next time I see you will be at Rex. Which is probably true. Wow.

We're ready. Well, almost. Need to pack the hospital bag. And get a Jax plan in place. Then, we're ready. Well, as ready as we can ever be I suppose.


So exccciiiiiittttttttting!!!!!!!!

I've discovered my new probably favorite shirt. It's this thin, long-sleeved, roomy, cozy sweatshirt from Rusty's side of the closet. There are great items on that side of the closet. I shall wear it a lot.

Now, back to relaxing.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Weekend update

This weekend was delightful. And the spring weather just made it all the better.

Friday night, Rusty and I tried out a new restaurant in Glenwood South. I was desperate to go out on a date, try out a new spot (The Diner) and be normal. These are our last few weekends without being 'official' parents, you know. Well, the food wasn't that great, except for the fried pickles. Those were fabulous.

Saturday morning, I went with Melissa and crew to The Umstead for a spa birthday celebration. It was very relaxing and definitely a good way to spend the day. Her friends and family were super fun, too! Here's a pic of Melissa and I getting our luxury pedi's - hers with wine, mine with sparkling cider (which was divine, by the way).


Saturday night, we went on another date. This time with Ron and Liz, to Rudino's. Love that place, and I'm so glad that it's so close by. We also spotted a big outdoor deck they are adding - yay! We will have some great times there in the future, I do believe. Here's our self portrait.


Sunday is kind of a blur. I do believe the majority of my day was spent at Super Walmart stocking up on lots of things for the house and pantry. It was exhausting. Oh, and last night I made a cake. Just because I felt like it. And I replaced all the cake box direction ingredients with just chocolate pudding (cooked on the stovetop) for a lighter cake. It's super moist and yummy.

And now, we're back to a new work week. Monday, I'm 36 weeks pregnant. (This photo is a few days early, but still chronicles the growth.)

Dear Acid Reflux

You are most unpleasant. I haven't had much trouble with you until the last few weeks. And even then, you've been quite manageable.

Until last night, that is.

You woke me up choking on acid in my throat. And you left me feeling sick to my stomach and unable to fall back asleep.

Tonight, I took a Zantac before dinner. We'll see who wins the battle tonight.

Friday, March 19, 2010

I heart family.

Today is March 19. Due date is April 19. One month (or less) to go.


Hard to believe we'll be full term in about a week and a half! But not so hard to believe, really. I'm so ready to meet Asher. He's currently lodging a body part into my right rib cage, reminding me that he's getting big and will be here soon.

What I'm looking forward to:
  • My pedicure tomorrow at The Umstead to celebrate Unt Melus's birthday.
  • A beautiful spring weekend with Big Pappa.
  • The cleaning lady coming next weekend for the big pre-Asher clean up.
  • Sleeping on my stomach (and not wanting to smack Rusty for looking so cozy stomach-sleeping next to me).
  • Regaining control of my sinuses and halting the snoring.
  • A margarita!!!!
  • Watching spring bloom around us, thinking it's the perfect time for new life.
  • Meeting our son. Seeing his face and holding him in my arms. And watching his daddy hold him.
What I'm not-so-much looking forward to:
  • Feeling huge from now until when he arrives. Continuing to swell and waddle and hearing people's diagnosis of how much I've dropped or how ready I look. (Yes, people, I'm ready and I'm probably going to look even more ready than you could imagine in the coming weeks.)
  • Having a battle with my wardrobe every morning.
  • Bathing suit time.
  • The scales.
  • Lack of sleep. For the rest of forever. Starting months ago.
I'm going to stop babbling now. 

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sweet moment in time

I believe this to be a scan of Cille and Grandpa Paul... such a sweet moment. Doesn't it warm your heart?

p.s. Does anyone know the back story?

Sweet anticipation - Preparing for Asher

We've had a marathon of put-together's including - bassinet, rocker, strollers, high chair. Granted, not all will be necessary immediately, but you know I cannot handle boxes sitting around my house. I've had a marathon of baby washing and folding and putting away. I'm happy to report that I think we're officially ready!

And, of course, I'm a goober and captured some pics.


And an evening shot of Asher's room. More pics of that to come soon.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Cille and Asher

Rusty and I went and spent the day in Louisburg visiting with Cille. She didn't know who we were, and she kept saying "I want to go home. Let me go home." Joni and I told her we love her. We let her know that Asher was there with her, too. And we told her it's ok if she wants to go home, that we'll be ok here - and when she's ready, she can go.

Wow.

Hard things to say. And swallow. And see.

We got her up and out of bed for a little visiting and photoshooting.

Here's Cille, Asher and I. I love them both, so much.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Asher Madness! Online baby pool.

We're nerds.

So, of course, we're going to have an online baby pool. Go sign up and we'll see who wins. And by win, I mean simply get bragging rights for being totally smart and magically connected to Asher's biological timeline.

Click the button over there to the right to be connected. (Click (seriously, just click) the one above that and it moves us up in the rankings for top baby blogs. Less important, still fun.)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A grandma named Cille


Growing up, my mom's mom was known to us grandkids as Cille. (Her real name is Lucille). She totally refused to be called grandma or anything along those lines. I respected that about her, when I was old enough to recognize what it was all about, of course. Nonetheless, Cille was a big part of my life. True, her name made greeting card shopping a little difficult (no grandma's!), but it also made her even more special.

Today, Cille's having a rough time of it. It seems she went from a little weak and confused to really sick, really helpless, really fast. I'm struggling with a lot of emotions and finding the right words to express them. It's hard watching my mom watch her mom slip away. It's hard to grasp that while I'm bringing a new life into this world, it seems another is leaving us.

I remember when I found out we were pregnant, Cille would always remember that. At a time when she didn't even always know all of her own children, she knew me and she knew my baby. I'd call Mom, she'd put me on speaker and Cille would immediately ask about the baby. The last time I went to visit, she knew I was pregnant (it's super obvious), but I don't think she knew who I was, or who this baby was, or who any of us were really.

Whenever I think, "Wow, how scary for her. How sad. How heartbreaking," I think about my mom and my aunts and uncles. How are they coping with this? When I feel the nudges and rolls from Asher, I realize that as sad as this makes me - I don't know that feeling of being a parent just yet. I bet that just magnifies the emotions floating around in their hearts. And that saddens me more still.

So, I choose to remember the positive. I choose to remember the Cille that would fuss at us for making such a fuss over her. I choose to remember the Cille that labeled every darn item in the house and would go off on a rant if the 'middle room' stapler found it's way to the kitchen counter. I picture the Cille that had the hugest of delicious meals waiting for us after church on Sunday. The Cille that let me help her choose what to order from the Schwan's truck and always had root beer pops on hand. The Cille that sat on the deck while we raced the huge wheelbarrow up and down the driveway. The Cille that proudly kept a memory box for each of us growing up. And thanks to her, I have newspaper clippings, old drawings, playbills from homemade performances the cousins and I would put together and menus from our pretend restaurants to share with Asher.

That Cille wouldn't want to see us all sitting around, Googling medical terms until we're cross-eyed, bickering, second guessing each other and the doctors and nurses. I don't think she'd want to hear the sadness in our voices. I think she'd want us to remember her glory days, remember her telling us her love stories with Grandpa Paul, remember her force feeding us all kinds of fruits and veggies at her dining table.

I want to find traditions from her to pass along to Asher and within our home. I want to thank her for instilling the love of cooking in my mom and me - and keep family meals going on Sundays. And I'm doing a fine job of keeping her sweet tooth tendencies going - she'd definitely get a kick out of that. I want to drive out to her home, see the countryside and smile. I want to hike around out there with Rusty and tell stories about my adventures with the Wester boys. I think these are all things Cille would want for me, too. I know that. She may not know it anymore, but I know it.

All of this rambling to say that this is how I'm coping. Well, today anyway. I have this fear of her leaving us right as Asher joins us. I want her to meet him, but then I realize she may not even know who she's meeting. As tears fill my eyes thinking of this, I just need to have faith that God has a plan here. For all of us. I'm thankful for Cille and our memories and our big, loving family.

Please keep Cille, my mom, her siblings and the family in your prayers. It's a tough time and I'm not sure that any of us know just how to cope.

We love you, Cille.

Future pilot


Mema sent me this scan. It's of me, in my mom's lap when I was five weeks old. I sure am all sprawled out. And look at all that hair - and furnishings (ha).

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

My lovely little lump


Can you see it?

Can you see that Asher seems to be smooshed over to my right side? I looked down, and thought I looked a little lop-sided. Popped out the iPhone and sure enough - crooked belly. Ha, I'm in a constant state of amusement by what my body is doing.


 Thank you, God, for the miracles of our bodies and babies.

p.s. This shirt is cute, isn't it? I dig it.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Sunday, March 7, 2010

If you're reading this, please leave a comment!

I often wonder who is reading this blog, if anyone. And then I get the kindest notes from people saying they are following along. I'm curious, who is reading? Leave a comment and let me know. :) Please. Pretty please.

Update: Thank you, Papa Requena, for letting me know my comments form was jacked up. Eeek! All fixed now, thanks to Mr. Moy the Great.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

A shower of love!

Last weekend, some of my most favorite people threw me (and Asher!) a delightful baby shower. And, in attendance, were many of my other most favorite people! Melissa (Unt Melus), Joni (Aunt Belle, JoJo, TBD), my mom (Grand Ann), Rusty's mom (Nana) and Anna Clay (not sure of her aunt name yet) were the fabulous party planners. We had a great spread of yummies, including Mamarita punch, cucumber sandwiches, cheese balls, wings and veggies. And,thanks to everyone, Asher's closet and nursery are now super well stocked. I'm so blessed and thankful to have so many wonderful friends and family come together to celebrate our little guy. Here are some highlights of the event.

I heart flowers. Especially these flowers.

The flowers from my shower are still in bloom and beautiful. And HUGE (look how big that bloom is compared to my hand)! They make me so happy. I need to reinstate my goal to have flowers around the house at all times.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Babe, I hope this is us one day.

Luv to luv ya is back!

I know you've lost sleep over the fact that our Luv to Luv Ya video from last year became a dead link a few months back. We'll now we're back. We've got our Vimeo channel up and running for future videos with our littlest rapper.


Luv to luv ya from Rusty on Vimeo.
A day in the mountains of Boone will drive you to make videos like this.

How?

How to keep oneself from buying things like this all day, every day? I really need to bust out my sewing machine and channel Cille.

I have sleep in my eyes.

I have sleep in my eyes.And in my hair and on my face and in my legs and all over.

I have sleep - well, the lack thereof - on my mind.

Because I think I'm never going to get any anymore.

I'm officially not sleeping.

I'm peeing almost hourly. Then, to get up and go to the bathroom is like a workout:

  • Roll to the side facing the bathroom, walk myself up with my arms into sitting position (using abs = contraction). 
  • Swing legs over side of bed (watch out for pillows). 
  • Put one foot on the floor, then the other and slowly test handling my own weight. Apparently all of those ligaments are doing their stretching things, which leads me to wonder if if my legs are going to come unglued from my pelvis en route to the bathroom.
  • Hobble to the bathroom.
  • Come back, throw myself back into my pillow fortress. 
  • Aplogize to Rusty for snoring (this is usually multiple times a night). 
  • Check for Breathe Right strip's stickiness (which apparently isn't extreme enough for pregnancy snoring). Drink some water to sooth snoring throat.
  • Take note of heartburn. Sit upright, if needed.
  • Try to go back to sleep. If not, check Facebook for others.
Repeat. A lot.

At least Asher seems to sleep through the night these days.
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