Telling Dan He's a Papa

Sorry it's taken so long to get this video up for you guys to see. I had to buy a few parts for my Laptop to edit. But with out further "Telling Dan".

Week Twenty-Three

* Proportions of the body are now quite similar to a newborn although thinner since he hasn't begun to form body fat.
* Bones located in the middle ear harden.
* Your baby is able to hear. (Dads, did you know: low-frequency sounds mimicking a male voice penetrate the abdomen and uterine wall better than the higher frequencies of the female voice?)
* The eyes are formed, though the iris still lacks pigmentation.
* The pancreas, essential in the production of hormones, is developing steadily. he has begun producing insulin, important for the breakdown of sugars.
* If born now, your baby has a 15% chance of survival, his odds going up with each passing day. .
* The average baby at this stage weighs 1.1 pound (501gm) and is 11.38 inches (28.9cm) long.

Gardening to Labor and Delivery.. OOPS!!

So Saturday I decide I needed to do a few things like register, go plant shopping and well plant the garden. I understand I have limitations. So I took a lot of precautions such as sitting on a piece of plastic and digging the holes carefully. Etc.. I did moderate leaning over as not to make myself pass out from having the blood flow to my brain. LOL! In between gardening I laid on my swing and took a nap. I even went and talked with the new neighbors for about 20 minutes. Resting between each exerting event.

After my day was done, Bean and I decided to take a shower, then maybe go out to eat depending on how we felt when we got out. I was pretty tired But I sure as heck didn't feel like eating a peanut butter sandwich either. I could seriously feel Bean pouring BBQ sauce on my spine and gnawing on my ribs! We were huuungry!

After a liberating shower I sat on the couch to rest my legs. A few moments later I felt my intestines begin to tighten. I realized if I don't get up and get something to eat now I might not feel like eating anything in about 10 minutes. So I grab some grapes and shoved them into my mouth but the pain grew so intense I had to sit on the floor in the kitchen. Why is it that when you are needing food in a hurry everything seems to disapear out of your kitchen. So I crawl over to the pantry and drag out some walnuts. Thank God they were low to the ground.

After about 15 minutes of laying on the floor I decide to try to get a hold of Dan who was working. To my luck he didn't answer! So I called my sister n law who is a nurse. I eek out, I am in sooooo much pain. Immediatly she started me on slow breathing exercises. After talking to her for a bit she calmed me down enough to get basic questions out of me. Her advice was to call my other sister n law to come check on me because she was really worried. OOOH, I hated to do that. You see she had just been in the hospital three weeks before for chest pains. Then then next week she went on family vacation to Disneyland. This of course included her inlaws. When she got back from vacation she spent a week with her sister who is pregnant and has been in the hospital. So she was pretty worn out with taxi cab driving and sick folks. I felt so bad to call her.

So after a few more minutes of trying to pull myself together I give in and call her. All I said was, oh girl I am in so much pain. She said, I am there. She packs up all three of her children in the van and heads over. She was like super woman as soon as she walked into the door. She made an assesment ane went right to work on me. Hot packs and back rubs I seriously felt like I was in a spa. (other than the intense pain) The kids even tried to bring me my walnuts but they ended up all over the floor. Ha!

Finally we both realized that I probably needed to go to the Emergency room. I am not the one to go the emergency room. You see I have only been there like three times in my whole life. I hate to go because you always have to wait forever!!

So she packs up the kids and throws me in the front. The song, wheels on the us go round and round play through my mind as we bounce down the road. Of course every bounce causes me to come out of my seat with pain.

So here I am bouncing down the road and I can't get a hold of Dan I try one more time. His sweet calm voice answers with a hello? I blurt out, Honey I on my way to the ER. I am in lots of pain. The sweet calm voice switches over to Man with a Plan Dan voice. I want you to call the doctor and see what they want you to do. I said, Honey they will say go to the ER. He said, just call. So I called my doctor and she said head strait to Labor and Delivery! SIDE NOTE: OK, When you are in the throws of pain you don't want to hear those two little words. Labor and Delivery. They are like the scariest words to hear. Even when it is time to deliver. Come on folks I am just trying to stay calm here.

After a quick call back to my brother telling them what was up, the phone promptly started ringing. Mom said, Honey everyone at the woman's retreat is praying for you. Call me if I need to come. Then she says in her pretend calm voice, YOU HAVE TO STAY CALM. You know the kind remain calm but under it all we know she is freaking out! I immediatly feel the panic begin to rise up in me and I say, Love you bye. Then promptly hung up the phone.

One thing our family is good at is the prayer phone tree. When one family member is sick, the clan is forewarned and all begin to pray. Lucky Me!

After a few moments of me moaning in pain and agony my nephew makes a obvious observation, Um Mom, we don't have any shoes on and we are still in our pajamas. We can't go inside the hospital looking like this.. I look back and said, It's O.K, you will fit in cause everyone is wearing pajama's at the hospital. We all started laughing. Then he said, Mom will you stand in front of me so no one will see me. After having a really good laugh I realized (praise God) the pain was begining to let up some.

By the time I got to the hospital almost all of the pain was completely gone. Though it did hurt for me to stand. So they had to put me into a wheel chair so that they could get me up to labor and delivery.

After running several test all they came up with was my heart rate was a little high, which she thought was due to stress. This is after laying in bed for about 20 minutes. Basically my vitals were 104/71.. Pulse was 75. Resp was 18 and my temp was 98.5. All with in normal limits. Now I am still sore when I am getting around. Walking causes some discomfort and when I am sitting on the couch leaning slightly forward and then stand up, I hurt pretty good. Course nothing like the bumps in the road on the way to the hospital. That was pretty painful. I am just taking one day at at time and trusting in Jesus. All I can say is Praise God from whom all blessings flow, I still have a baby growing in my womb.

Discovering Bean

We are excited to announce Bean is officially a boy! That's right a son to pass down the family name. Here is short video of just a few ultra sound pictures. We are hoping to have a few more because of the issue I discussed earlier. They are just keeping an eye on that. I believe all will be fine. ((:

I hope you Enjoy the pictures.

Beans Parents

Learning to Slow Down..

In the last couple years the Lord has been dealing with me about my pace. About four years ago I almost completely mentally broke down. I was working almost seven days a week with little to no time for myself. I worked a full time job during the week, then on nights and weekends I was djing. Sunday mornings I would drag myself out of bed and help lead a college and career class. At the end of the day when my head would hit the pillow I wouldn't even remember sleeping. I was getting about 5-6 hours a night of sleep or less.

To be honest I felt completely numb. Who have had I become? Where was I going? Where is the little girl that loved to play in her garden?

I remember beating my chest and screaming, Please God help me feel again. After years of struggles God has helped me in so many ways find my way back. Through years of denial, depression, and anger I finally realized I was hiding. Hiding from God and what he wanted of me. I didn't want to listen so I kept myself busy.

Now God is still teaching me how to slow down and I thank him every day. Here is a really incredible talk about Learning To Slow Down. It will really make you look at life through different eyes. We are all victims of the fast paced society. I hope that some day I will be slow enough to be a great mother to my children like this man is trying to be with his son.
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Boobs and Butts...

As we all know pregnant woman usually have to resort to the old maternity clothes. Though some woman have learned several techniques to avoid ever having to wear them. Either being they just don't get very large, they live in the south and so they can wear overhauls all day long or they just endure.

I have heard some woman use the old rubber bands through the button hole. Then latching it around the button of there jeans to expand them. I actually used that creative idea for a while. Course that only lasted for a time until my jeans began to cut into my belly.

You see I have a strange body shape. I have a very skinny waist but then I have been blessed with the big old booty. So when I bought jeans before Bean I had to buy high waist tops. Now those cute little jeans don't work any more.

One day I was getting ready for church. After going through about 10 different outfits trying to find something that I could fit into, I finally settled on a pair of jeans and long shirt to hide the rubber band. I walked into the bathroom to do my hair as Dan was stepping out of the shower. He took one look at me and said, You're wearing jeans to church? (mind you this was last month when I was going through the throws of hormones/ mid life crisis) I blubber something about, “Yes I am wearing jeans!” “I can't find anything else to wear”. Then I go running out of the bathroom. When I reached the bed I throw myself onto pillows like a teenager and began to sob loudly. I seriously looked like I had just broken up with a two week long boyfriend at 13.

A few moments later Dan cautiously entered the bedroom and said, I didn't mean to upset you dear. All it takes is one evil glare and he scurried off like a scared crab running from a seagull chompers.

After changing my clothes a million more times I finally settled on the jeans with the long shirt again. Ha! Isn't that a girl for ya.


So when I got to church, I felt really silly. Course people who didn't know I was prego came up to me and said, you look so cute! I just love those jeans with that top. I just stood there stunned and shocked! God had answered my teenage prayers and blessed me with confidence. Who would have ever known God actually answers hormone enraged prayers. I had more compliments on how I looked that day than ever. I really felt so cool. Thanks God..

Now my belly isn't the only thing that's growing. The trunk of my body has expanded as well as my bazoongas! Holy Cow! When I look in the mirror my shape has gotten quiet comical. I actually laugh at myself. Though what I think is funny looking seems to be attracting the male crowd even more. (Roll Eyes)

I will be sitting in a chair minding my own business, when I actually will have men lean over to check out my hooters! I have been finding that I have been getting hit on more than ever lately. Do boobs really have this effect on men or is it the PREGANACY GLOW? Gross, is all I can say! I feel like I should break out a berka!!

Anyway off of boobs subject and onto more important things. Shopping! So I went to the clothing store the other day and wandered around looking at all my option for about a hour. Not even making my way to the dreaded maternity section. I don't know why I dread that section. Maybe because I fear if I step in there I will marked as a woman with child and have to endure the, Oh how many weeks along are you. Oh, I just love being pregnant, don't you?? So I saved the maternity section for last.

After realizing I have fallen from the graces of the teen department, I give up and waddle over to the Dead Zone. Trying to make the best out of a fearful moment I start with a simple shirt. I pick one out of the stack and unfold it. Of course the sucker keeps on unfolding and unfolding like a father showing off pictures of his 10 kids from his wallet. OH Shnap and that's a small!

Then I find some pants that aren't to bad. I try them on. I really think they were meant for a whale. Of course they were a size small as well. Dude, where in the world are my size. I nearly cry because I am so frustrated. I finally landed on some work out Capri's in the non pregnant section. They are super comfortable but they aren't quiet work friendly. After paroozing the store for over two and a halve hours, I leave the store with a bra, the pants and some panties. Whoo Hoo!

I felt so vulnerable not to mention annoyed. I am like surely there are clothes out there that don't look like they took a sheet and draped it over a whale.

My friend was telling me she saw this one pregnant lady wearing tights and a little tight shirt. She said, I swear she looked like a snake that had swallowed a elephant. I actually laughed out loud. I guess cause I totally got the picture.

After all this stress about not having anything to wear, God reminded me of the maternity clothes that my girlfriend from church had given me. Then a week later my sister n law gave me two giant boxes of clothes. While another lady at work today gave me bag of her daughters clothes. I nearly cried. How God answers my prayers when I need him the most. Now I just got to fit into all these clothes. Ha!