Holding my baby girl

Thursday, November 25, 2010

November 24 letter to Miss Kyli

November 24, 2010

Dearest Kyli,

I think about you ALL the time. How can I not, right? I feel you in my belly all the time… I look in the mirror and see you… I look down and see you…. You CONSUME me.
I can’t help but think that it will be exactly like this when you are born as well… I may not look in the mirror and see you, but I will see “Kyli’s Mother”. I may not look down and see you all the time, but I will think “I wish I could look down and see you every second of the day”. I may not be able to feel you in my stomach anymore, but I will continue to feel you in my heart and soul for the rest of my life. You, little girl, have become so much apart of me that I can’t imagine how I was ever not “Kyli’s Mommy” before you.
I think about how fast you’re going to grow up, and it makes me cry already. You’re not even born yet! You haven’t even had a birthday yet. But I just know that time will fly… All I can promise to do is to cherish every moment I have with you, and try my darndest to be the best mommy that I could ever hope to be. You deserve that much.

Maybe I will get to meet you in a month? When are you going to grace us with your presence little girl? That’s the answer that everyone is dying to know. Will you be here early? Late? Right on time? I’m not gonna lie, I’d prefer to see you sooner than later… everyone would… but my definition of “sooner” is 38 weeks and up. That’s Christmas day!! Can you believe it?? You would be the bestest Christmas present that I could ever ask for. Nothing will ever be able to outdo you being my little present. I know, I know… you’re thinking that birthdays would suck for you. But I promise, I will make your birthday just as special as if you were born on 1/8. ;)

I love you more everyday. Your daddy and I can’t wait to see you on your birthday, whatever day you decide that is.

I’ll love you forever,

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Oh Darlin, Don't You Ever Grow Up...

by: Taylor Swift

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light
To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up
Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up
Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple
I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart
And no one will desert you
Just try to never grow up, never grow up

You're in the car on the way to the movies
And you're mortified your mom's dropping you off
At 14 there's just so much you can't do
And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots
But don't make her drop you off around the block
Remember that she's getting older too
And don't lose the way that you dance around in your pj's getting ready for school

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up
Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little
Oh darling, don't you ever grow up
Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple
No one's ever burned you, nothing's ever left you scarred
And even though you want to, just try to never grow up

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother's favorite songs
I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone

So here I am in my new apartment
In a big city, they just dropped me off
It's so much colder that I thought it would be
So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Wish I'd never grown up
I wish I'd never grown up

Oh I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up
I could still be little
Oh I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up
It could still be simple
Oh darling, don't you ever grow up
Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up
Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple
Won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heart
And even though you want to, please try to never grow up

Oh, don't you ever grow up
Oh, never grow up, just never grow up

I now introduce, the new Rolling Stones poster child...


So the other night at our final 4d sonogram, little miss Kyli was not a happy camper. Mommy hadn't eaten dinner yet, and baby was NOT ok with it. We got lots of frowny faces, and she would not stop sucking on her fingers and toes and licking her arms... haha. Take a look at that picture... she was desperate and ready to eat anything that came her way. Since our last sonogram, she's gotten a little chubbier, and has lots of hair already. We go to the doctor on Monday and find out how much she weighs and kind of get to guesstimate how much she could end up weighing when she is born. I'm nervous, excited, and ANXIOUS!

I'm sitting here, watching "Baby Story" on TLC, and I have to admit... this show USED to freak me out, but now it just makes me really really excited. I can't wait for the whole experience. I used to think to myself  "I'm just scared... this is going to hurt, I've never even stayed the night in a hospital or broken a bone or ANYTHING."

I've now transitioned to "I just simply can't wait. I want to meet her and kiss her and hold her SO BAD!!" The thought of the pain doesn't freak me out that much anymore. It's a pretty cool feeling.

I've gotten a lot more sore throughout the week, and I know my body is just preparing itself for whats about to happen. 8 weeks and counting... wow.

I mean, look at that sweet little face... who wouldn't be excited to kiss that???

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

7 months down, 2 more to go!!!

Here I am, 7 months DOWN... 2 more to go... lets do this Kyli!

This month, lots of interesting things are happening with my body. I won't gross you all out with the details (as I'm sure some of you mom's already know about anyway), but I think something crazy is going on!

I'm so sore. I bet flies on the walls are laughing at me as they see me attempt to roll over in bed every night.... Or better yet, I bet they laugh as I literally roll OUT of bed in the mornings. Oh no.. there's no more "sitting up". Not for a woman in her 3rd trimester.

Billy and I started our birthing class at the hospital last Monday. Billy, being himself, is the class clown. I am the wife that sits there, smiles when he makes a joke, and then kicks him under the table.... lol. He is so funny though. He asks so many questions that I should probably be asking. But you can tell that he is a proud daddy, and I'm a pretty proud wife... regardless of his crazy questions and "hot tamale" references. I will spare you the gory details on that one...

Last night in class, we watched "the film". Yes, you know the one I'm talking about. The one that should be X-rated. It scared me a little, but not as bad as I thought it would. I guess I should get used to the fact that something actually has to come out of there, right? (tmi guys... like guys actually read this anyway.)

Now I am down to seeing the doctor every 2 weeks. This next week, we have a sonogram, and the doctor will measure about how much she weighs, and hopefully get an idea of how big she could end up being. Once 36 weeks comes along, I will be seeing the doc every week. This is going by QUICK!

I was looking at "pre-pregnancy" pictures the other day though, and I should kick myself for thinking "You're so fat". Seriously. I had no idea what "feeling fat" was... lol. I'm ready for pants that zip, running shoes, kickboxing, and being able to put on boots without holding my breath. (actually... I'm not holding my breath.. I just literally can't breathe). 

But MOST OF ALL... I'm excited for the arrival of my sweet little baby girl. I can't wait to hold her, kiss her, nurse her, love her, cuddle her, laugh with her, and see this new life just take on this world like it's no one's business.

Oh the places you'll go little one... Oh the places you'll go.

Pink Ribbons, and Bows, and Toes, OH MY!

Yes ladies and gentleman... My baby shower was this past weekend! I had so much FUN! I couldn't have asked for a better bunch of people to be there.

My Mom and sister Heather put the whole thing together, and my sister in law Kortney helped make the cake and gave me the fanciest diaper cake I've ever seen.

There were a couple of handsome guys that crashed the party... my absolutely handsome husband, and my adorable daddy.

Look at all that PINK! LOVE IT!!!

Ya know whats funny? Is I never wanted to be the typical "baby girl pink" mom... but it's like a bug catches you, won't let you go, and then all you can see is PINK! I'm pretty ok with it too ;)

The night before the shower, there was a cleaning brigade that entered our house... this consisted of my husband, me, and my bonus son. My bonus daughter was sick with a stomach virus (which we ended up in the hospital with), so she definitely was getting some much needed rest.

I woke up the next morning, and cleaned some more. Let me tell you... I don't know if I was "nesting" (probably not), or what. But I was cleaning EVERYTHING... And my body and back were making up for it. I'm pretty sure I overdid it... thus, I rested a little bit while others helped get the shower put together:

Ok, I did feel bad... but so did my back, legs, stomach, etc...

After it's all said and done, I got tons of cute baby clothes, diapers, bows, and some sweet sentimental things as well. My Yo-Mama (Billy's mom), made Kyli's going home outfit with a pair of booties and a sweet bonnet. That will be something that I will cherish and have Kyli pass down for her daughter.
I wish I would've gotten a better picture of it, but here is her outfit and booties:

This is my baby blanket that I came home from the hospital  in, that Kyli will come home in.. :)

My awesome niece Heather made these letters!!

I wish I had that talent!

We got so many amazing gifts, that I can't even remember everything. So THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone that came and helped make our day so special. This little girl is so lucky to have so many people love her and look after her already.

(p.s. after the shower, my husband took my bonus son to his football game. The kid played SO HARD, and their team beat another team that was 8-0 and had never lost a game in 3 yrs. However, bonus son got a CONCUSSION! So we ended up going to the ER for a 2nd time.... one kid one night, the next the other night. We were holding our breath that I didn't go into labor the next night. Three nights in the hospital would've been a little bit insane... and thank GOD, I didn't :) Lets try and stay out of the hospital for AT LEAST 6 more weeks... )