Time....

Kent asked me the other night if we had any other stores to go to and I blankly stared at him and said, "the one that sells us more time." It is August 24th and I am frightened that in one week it will be September. I will have essentially one month until Baby Davis comes. Here have been our highs and lows over the past several weeks:

1) Kent has been a rock star and is killing himself to get our home finished. The landscape is complete, I can almost go without shoes on all 4 levels of my house as the chances of nails etc embedding themselves into my foot is almost impossible ( I say almost as I found two strays just hanging out in the carpet outside of my bedroom last night).

2) Kent's rock star status has to be downgraded a little bit as the only way the house is getting complete is that he has totally blown our budget. I don't know by how much, I leave those things for Kent to deal with. I mean when you need a new front door, don't you have to replace every door in the HOUSE so that everything is aligned and structured together? My pretend gay husband with his decorating and spacial qualities will just never understand what a true necessity is when it comes to remodeling a home. I am loving how it turns out and I just hope I can produce enough breast milk as that will seriously have to be the nutrition for the 3 of us!

3) I have had two showers now, both of them quite lovely and overwhelming with gifts. I have been so bad lately about photos, so I only have this one, which shows how crazy and generous my friends and family are.



4) Amidst all of this chaos we have had some tragedy as one of Kent's few relatives was killed in a freak drowning incident. He was a twin, only 19 years old, and it was so sad. We drove to Lincoln City, Oregon and as I sat during this funeral I would look at his parents and my sadness was overwhelming. Shim is sitting inside of me, all cocooned and waiting for his/her big arrival in 6 weeks. I love Shim more than I can say and I cry every time I think of Zach's parents and his twin sister and the sadness they are feeling. Kent's mother is also not doing very well. She suffers from bi-polar/depression/psychosomatic episodes and she is in a little of a zinger right now. It is so difficult and the timing is never good, particularly now. I am not the most reasonable person right now so Kent is really having to work hard right now to keep both me and his mom in the right place.

5) This past week-end we went to our friends Colleen and Trever's wedding. It was a very long day, but we danced and let loose. Kent is such a fun guy, I am so lucky to have him as my partner. I haven't really been taking pregnancy photos as, honestly, some people say they can't tell I am pregnant. When I tell them I am due October 6th they look at me sideways and I just explain that I am a big girl, and when you are big all over, the baby has more room. Here are a few photos from the wedding.





I am in a state of mind right now that is of love and hope. When Shim gives me a good kick, I say hi and tell Shim that I love them very much. When I sit in the nursery, which is so close to being done, I actually tear up a bit with anticipation that someday very soon I will have my little baby in my arms. Since I was a little girl I wanted to be married and a mom more than anything. It was very hard for me to find love, or actually, very hard to allow myself to love and be loved. Kent has brought more to my life than I can possibly explain to people and now, with Shim so close to being born, I am literally brimming with love. I don't know if I have ever been able to say that.

Kent...my superman

I can already hear the groan and know his eyes are rolling as he scans this post. It needs to be a fast one as I am so incredibly behind with work, but honestly, it needs to be said.

Kent is literally my own superman. Somehow he puts up with my constant whining about the uncomfortableness I am experiencing in my belly, the constant nagging of when our house is going to be completed and my fears of motherhood that are continuing to grow. Kent helps me off of the sofa, rubs lotion on my feet, tears down entire bathrooms, rips out carpet, repaints an entire house and still has the desire to discuss the right choice of light fixtures with me, even though at this point I just want a god damn light (-:

Honey as I drove off to work today, there you were, ripping out bushes and preparing for our landscapers to start on Wednesday. Then I know you had more demolition and a trip to the smelly dump. The hallway needs to be drywalled by tomorrow morning and prepped for the tapers arrival at 9am tomorrow. Somehow you are able to still make me laugh, tell me your concerns like, "how are we suppose to know what to do with Shim when we get home," and you are utterly optimistic about how having a family is a blessing and we will continue our date nights and travel love. Oh...and you also own your own business that is totally being randomly audited!

So Superman, thanks for making your Lois Lane so happy, particularly in this sometimes stressful and difficult time! I love you honey!

Happy 2nd Anniversary

I am a little behind in this post, but Kent and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary on Monday. We had wanted to get away for the week-end, but our house is taking over our lives. So we had sort of a "stay-cation." On Saturday we ran a couple of errands and then we drove to a small town called La Conner and had lunch and browsed the shops. We did get Shim a little frog for him/her to play with some day. I'm starting to wish, just a little, that we knew the sex of the baby. I believe though that this is saving me a ton of money, as I would probably be shopping like mad! After we left La Conner we stopped by ice cream and headed back home. Sunday morning Kent gave me the Petunia Pickle Bottom Diaper bag I have been eyeing. I love it, and he was so funny about it. This might be TMI, but I went to empty by bladder and came back to find the sheets all different. Kent had this under our bed and quickly tried to hide it under the covers. I was upset though because he agreed on no anniversary gifts and he said that this wasn't for our anniversary, it was because he knew I wanted it, even before we were pregnant.



We were both awake at this point so we went and enjoyed breakfast in the sun. We then went our separate ways during the day and then went to our favorite Sicilian restaurant, La Fontana.


We laugh every time we eat here because the waiters remind you 100x that the place is a very authentic Sicilian restaurant. It is totally yummy and we loved sitting outside by the water fountain.





It was so romantic. Kent and I were single for many years before we found one another. We reminisced about our vacations together, our shock of getting pregnant and the overall joy we have for one another. Last year we celebrated our anniversary with Champagne and Jewelry, this year it was water and a diaper bag. I wouldn't change it for the world! Love you honey!

Camping and Pregnancy.....

Camping and Pregnancy is like "chalk and cheese." My British friend Miles uses these lovely analogies that none of us understand. Basically, the two of them don't mix.

I felt nervous on Saturday morning as we were heading to Leavenworth. I'm having a hard time sleeping and the idea of being in a tent on an air mattress suddenly sounded very uncomfortable. When we planned this trip several months ago I was having no issues with being pregnant, I was mobile etc. Now I was finding myself 7 months pregnant and wanting to bail. I didn't though, I persevered, and made the most of it. When we arrived I was instantly attacked by mosquitoes and through a fit. Then I realized I didn't even think about bugs and bug spray and the safety for the baby. I was hungry, tired and being attacked which made me a ton of fun.

We quickly set up camp and made our way to the river for tubing. We arrived to find out we needed reservations and they were full. WTF is what was screaming in my brain. The only fun thing I was look towards this week-end was to float in the water. We waited for 2 hours and eventually we made our way onto the river. Getting into the tube was not the easiest thing as I found myself in a weird position that hurt my belly and back. The water was freezing and moving faster than last year. Within a few minutes I found myself in the brush being poked by sticks and I was pissed. Kent was having a blast and had pre-funked for 2 hours prior to getting on the river. Basically he was loaded and I felt a bit upset that he was to be my protector. I had to cut his ass loose twice as he fell out of his tube and there was no way I was going down with him.

The camping experience is one I do enjoy. I love the campfire, the smore making and seeing the stars. I was a trooper to the extreme as I couldn't get my fat ass out of the camping chairs, getting into a relaxing sleeping position was impossible and there were no tasty beverages I was able to enjoy. I did get to hang out with good friends and I know Kent had a blast. He was making me laugh so hard. It has been a hard few months with the home remodel and this was a great way for him to blow off steam.

28 weeks....

I'm at this weird stage in my pregnancy where I am slowly starting to get tired again and worry. I am 28 weeks pregnant, I just can't believe it. I can still remember that ultrasound technician telling me I was pregnant, it feels like only yesterday. I am trying to combat my fears of childbirth, breastfeeding and the care of "shim" by breathing, reading and researching. Kent and I have started a 6 week course that covers the birth process, breastfeeding and bringing home the baby. I'm hoping that having the information will help the "tears of fear" as I refer to them.

Our first class was Monday and it went fairly well. We did see a live birth and it freaked me out. The video was old, and it was pretty obvious to me that there were no drugs happening for the moms. Plus, the live birth and then the birthing of the placenta was enough to kick my senses in overdrive. I swear to God I didn't know about the majority of what was taught, the length of the birth, the part about waiting a decent amount of time before going to the hospital and the complexity of all of it. I feel confident in our hospital, my doctor and I know that Kent is going to be able to help me get through it. I don't think we will have anyone else in the room, I feel like this has been our journey to get pregnant and the birth is our journey as well. Plus, the messiness of birth is my private business.

Kent and I have been busy on the nursery and it is almost done. He still needs to build a bookshelf, my mobile from Etsy has not arrived yet, nor the glider we are having made. I also haven't done the "organizing" of the closet etc, but we still have time for that. We are using Shim's closet anyways right now as we haven't converted our closet yet. We did have the walls painted, and I can't wait to show it.

We will be having 3 baby showers. One shower is sort of a couple's "drinking" shower, a work shower and then finally a small shower with friends and a few relatives who are in town. The whole shower thing frustrates me as my Mother tends to get involved somehow and piss me off. I didn't invite my 88 year old Grandma to the couple's shower as she is coming to the family shower. Apparently that is really rude of me. I give up. In 2 months this crap will be over with and I can focus on the baby coming, not the drama of the showers. I feel pissed right now that I am even having to focus on this last shower. I wanted to have a few friends over, who haven't seen my house, and a few family members who are in town. My sister is going to help me with it, but frankly, it is not on my list of priorities. Now that my mom and Grandma are upset, I'll have to crank up this simple shower into something else. Argh! I'll only be 37 weeks pregnant when it is happening! Hell I might even have had the baby already (-:

I am a bit of an emotional mess, but everything is actually going quite well. Kent was able to get two of our rooms drywalled and primed. Tonight we will start painting them and carpet will be installed on Tuesday. I hate carpet, but it is our only option right now. That will have our guest room completed and Kent's office. I am so excited to get his office cleaned and organized. I love Kent, but holy hell, is he messy with paperwork sometimes. We are also having some landscape done at the end of next week which will really make the front of the house stand out.

This week-end we are going camping and floating outside of Leavenworth. I'm probably crazy for doing this, but I'm tired of doing house stuff and we are going with two other couples. It should be a fun week-end. Happy Thursday!

Why I haven't blogged for so long...

Can you really blame me, looking at this photo of where our home computer is housed? This is the dumpiest level of the house, and one I just bypass as much as possible. The rest of this level is missing electricity, walls, the ceiling and the bathroom will soon have our exposed septic system. It is Ghetto with a capital G and I can't stand being around it. The disorganization makes my skin crawl.

To help alleviate the craziness I told Kent is was time to get started on the baby's room. I ordered our crib and on Father's Day Kent put it together.


I love this crib, I think it looks so cute. We went with a modern style crib, which my mother thinks looks like a prison, but I love it.


The baby's room (Shim's room--our nickname since we don't know if it is a she or a him) has become my new little project. Kent and I both have a passion for art, and we knew right away that we were going to have custom art pieces in the baby's room. Before we were pregnant we had purchased one piece of art that is just perfect.


I told Kent though that this had to be the last art we purchased until we were definitely pregnant. It took some time but now that we are 25 weeks pregnant, I feel better about buying these things for the room. Our latest purchase was a custom piece by a local artist, Matthew Porter, who does these monkey drawings that I love. He does super hero monkeys, artist monkeys, and my favorite, rock and roll monkeys. I knew I needed a Bono Monkey, and I contacted Matthew to make us one. I picked it up last night and here it is (sort of hard to capture due to the flash).


It turned out exactly like I hoped. This week-end I am working on the curtains and the crib skirt arrived today at work. It is all starting to come together, even if the rest of my house is in total shambles. Shim's room is right next door to our bedroom, and every night before I go to bed I walk in here and see nothing but happiness.

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Last night Kent and I were on the sofa, I was lying down, he was sitting there, and we were talking. We seem to always be talking about the house and recently we've been talking more about life; the fact we are going to be first time parents and what that is going to mean. As we are sitting there I could really feel the baby move, this is not new to me though as it is like a little flutter in my belly daily. Last night though the baby was in full force and I grabbed Kent's hand and he felt it too. There was something that became real for both of us last night as the baby kicked or pushed hard enough that Kent could feel it as well. I could tell he was excited, it was obvious by the expression on his face. It was excitement, amazement and probably a little disbelief. 7 months ago, almost to the day, I was in my office sobbing when I was told IVF was going to be our only option for having children. My left ovary was filled with a giant lemon sized cyst and my hopes of conceiving in 2009 were crushed. We moved on though and we celebrated the holidays and the start of 2010. Somehow we conceived on our own and now I am looking at artwork for our babies room instead of our living room. I've been very emotional the last few days, the emotions are bliss. I'm trying to be in this space of time with gratitude for what we have been blessed with and pushing the fear of the unknown away. I thank whoever is watching over me everyday for this chance Kent and I have been given. I wish those who desire as we did that they too will get their wish granted as well.