Happy New Year. We celebrated the New Year by..... well, going to bed around 9pm- woo hoo! You know you're jealous.
We did wake up around midnight to loud, cracking sounds that were coming from outside our window. I honestly thought our compound was under attack. It took me a few seconds to realize it was midnight on New Years Eve/Day and maybe people actually celebrated this day with fireworks. I eventually calmed down and Brooks looked out the window just to check things out and he saw some residents on our compound popping fireworks out near the beach. Whew. Nothing to be worried about. 5 minutes later, Brooks and I were both sleeping.
I had my 35 week doctors appointment New Years Day and Brooks and I laughed at the irony that this time last year we were across the way in the hospital and had just had Miles. Hmmm.. Other then waiting 3 hours to see my doctor, we enjoyed our day trip to Khobar on New Years and brought the boys with us to have some family time. 3 hours in a doctor's office- not fun for everyone, but we were together so whatever. Brooks and I met a princess- her appointment was right before mine and sadly, she had to wait just as long to see the doctor as we did. Random- would have thought she'd have gotten the royal treatment or something. She was very polite and sweet and complemented our kids and how beautiful and well behaved they were. Thanks!
Brooklyn is doing good. She's growing and looks JUST LIKE MILES in the ultrasound pictures. I was surprised to learn that I've only gained 5 pounds in the last 9 weeks. Even with our time in the states.. that was a shock!
We had two small incidents this past week where we thought I was going into labor. On Wednesday I was having contractions every 20 minutes apart for about 5 hours and we were just waiting for them to get closer together before heading to the hospital. I laid down, took a nap and they were gone. Then on Thursday, I started having contractions every 15 minutes apart, but we weren't ready to go to the hospital just yet-- I felt like even though they were painful, they weren't stopping me from doing things (other then talking and walking) so again, we decided to wait it out. 4 hours later.. they stopped. Ugh- I can't trust my body. The contractions are getting annoying and it's really obnoxious to think okay, it's time and then it's not. I'm trusting and praying that Brooklyn comes when she's suppose to and that I will have that mother's instinct or just a strong gut feeling when it really is time to go to the hospital so I'm not stranded, having a baby in a car, or have to have her at our local hospital. God worked everything out last year, I'm confident all will work out this year, too.
I've been extremely busy around the house getting things organized, put together, moved around, and in it's place. Ever since we came back from the states, brought in 8 suitcases, shipped 6 LARGE boxes of toys and gifts, brought back baby girl clothes- I've been on a mission for everything to have it's place in this house. I've moved furniture from Gavin's room down to the playroom and got rid of all the little baskets that were everywhere and put all the boys' toys in one location. We've gone through every piece of clothing that is the boys and washed, folded, organized, and grouped it all together based on size then put them into space saver bags-- I was determined to not have any piece of clothing 9 months and below out since we didn't need it anymore and put away clothes of Gavin's that he hasn't worn since right after we moved here (2T and 3T clothes- the kid is in 4T and just turned 3 a few months ago). We bought a dresser for Brooklyn's clothes to go into, but it's still sitting in the box needing to be put together. I've washed and organized all the clothes we have for her by size and put into separate bins so that when we need a certain size, I'll know where it is and what we have for her in that size. I've purged a ton of toys to donate, threw away every single broken or unused toy that was in bad shape We just don't have room to keep all these things so I had to get over any sentimental value to toys that I had and realize our kids aren't going without and we can bless some other little boy or girl somewhere with our stuff.
Brooks and I went through our clothes and made donation piles, too. We just need room and it was time to get things reorganized. I've semi been psychotic with my nesting and still feel like there are a million more things to do. I've made Brooks his own list, but because of his work schedule, I'm debating on tackling his list, too. The only problem is, some of the tasks I left him require heavy lifting or building things and that might be pushing it for me. I just have such a strong desire to get everything done.
Delia started back this week. Hallelujiah! She is wonderful and takes such a load off of me. It's nice too since I'm really slowing down and my body is just uncomfortable and hurts so with her here I'm physically getting a break.
I've spent the past week weening Miles off his bottles and formula. I REFUSE to have two little ones in formula and bottles. Miles is NOT interested in milk, same as when Gavin was this age, so we tried soy milk and he loves it. I'm going to try very hard to get him onto regular milk quickly and have been adding a little more full fat milk to each sippy cup of soy milk to help make the transition easier. He was willing to give up his bottle- thank you Jesus, so that wasn't even a fight. I actually woke up one morning and decided okay, no more bottles (after spending a week with half formula/ half milk in his bottles). I'm usually more of the quit cold turkey type and decided I'd tackle this with that idea and it worked! So, as of today, I put up all Miles bottles and got down all the 4 oz bottles. Now I just need to get those washed for Miss Brooklyn.
We did wake up around midnight to loud, cracking sounds that were coming from outside our window. I honestly thought our compound was under attack. It took me a few seconds to realize it was midnight on New Years Eve/Day and maybe people actually celebrated this day with fireworks. I eventually calmed down and Brooks looked out the window just to check things out and he saw some residents on our compound popping fireworks out near the beach. Whew. Nothing to be worried about. 5 minutes later, Brooks and I were both sleeping.
Brooklyn is doing good. She's growing and looks JUST LIKE MILES in the ultrasound pictures. I was surprised to learn that I've only gained 5 pounds in the last 9 weeks. Even with our time in the states.. that was a shock!
We had two small incidents this past week where we thought I was going into labor. On Wednesday I was having contractions every 20 minutes apart for about 5 hours and we were just waiting for them to get closer together before heading to the hospital. I laid down, took a nap and they were gone. Then on Thursday, I started having contractions every 15 minutes apart, but we weren't ready to go to the hospital just yet-- I felt like even though they were painful, they weren't stopping me from doing things (other then talking and walking) so again, we decided to wait it out. 4 hours later.. they stopped. Ugh- I can't trust my body. The contractions are getting annoying and it's really obnoxious to think okay, it's time and then it's not. I'm trusting and praying that Brooklyn comes when she's suppose to and that I will have that mother's instinct or just a strong gut feeling when it really is time to go to the hospital so I'm not stranded, having a baby in a car, or have to have her at our local hospital. God worked everything out last year, I'm confident all will work out this year, too.
I've been extremely busy around the house getting things organized, put together, moved around, and in it's place. Ever since we came back from the states, brought in 8 suitcases, shipped 6 LARGE boxes of toys and gifts, brought back baby girl clothes- I've been on a mission for everything to have it's place in this house. I've moved furniture from Gavin's room down to the playroom and got rid of all the little baskets that were everywhere and put all the boys' toys in one location. We've gone through every piece of clothing that is the boys and washed, folded, organized, and grouped it all together based on size then put them into space saver bags-- I was determined to not have any piece of clothing 9 months and below out since we didn't need it anymore and put away clothes of Gavin's that he hasn't worn since right after we moved here (2T and 3T clothes- the kid is in 4T and just turned 3 a few months ago). We bought a dresser for Brooklyn's clothes to go into, but it's still sitting in the box needing to be put together. I've washed and organized all the clothes we have for her by size and put into separate bins so that when we need a certain size, I'll know where it is and what we have for her in that size. I've purged a ton of toys to donate, threw away every single broken or unused toy that was in bad shape We just don't have room to keep all these things so I had to get over any sentimental value to toys that I had and realize our kids aren't going without and we can bless some other little boy or girl somewhere with our stuff.
I moved the toy organization furniture pieces from different rooms to maximize space and let everything have it's place. Plus, we're going to put Miles and his crib into Gavin's room while my parents are here and the crib would not have fit with that big piece still upstairs.
Brooks and I went through our clothes and made donation piles, too. We just need room and it was time to get things reorganized. I've semi been psychotic with my nesting and still feel like there are a million more things to do. I've made Brooks his own list, but because of his work schedule, I'm debating on tackling his list, too. The only problem is, some of the tasks I left him require heavy lifting or building things and that might be pushing it for me. I just have such a strong desire to get everything done.
Delia started back this week. Hallelujiah! She is wonderful and takes such a load off of me. It's nice too since I'm really slowing down and my body is just uncomfortable and hurts so with her here I'm physically getting a break.
I've spent the past week weening Miles off his bottles and formula. I REFUSE to have two little ones in formula and bottles. Miles is NOT interested in milk, same as when Gavin was this age, so we tried soy milk and he loves it. I'm going to try very hard to get him onto regular milk quickly and have been adding a little more full fat milk to each sippy cup of soy milk to help make the transition easier. He was willing to give up his bottle- thank you Jesus, so that wasn't even a fight. I actually woke up one morning and decided okay, no more bottles (after spending a week with half formula/ half milk in his bottles). I'm usually more of the quit cold turkey type and decided I'd tackle this with that idea and it worked! So, as of today, I put up all Miles bottles and got down all the 4 oz bottles. Now I just need to get those washed for Miss Brooklyn.
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