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Inspiring Mom Quotes

"We are perfect in our imperfections" ~ Megan McCafferty

"A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." ~ Tenneva Jordan

"Remember, you are not managing an inconvenience; you are raising a human being." ~ Kittie Frantz

"The quickest way for a parent to get a child's attention is to sit down and look comfortable." ~ Lane Olinghouse

For when they're driving you nuts: "This, too, shall pass" And for all other times: "It goes way too fast!" ~ Proverb

"We worry about what a child will be tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today." ~ Stacia Tauscher

Damn you Vera Bradley!

I have been looking at diaper bags since I got pregnant. And I just can't seem to find one that I'm excited about. That is until now....Unfortunately it's Vera Bradley, Bowler Baby Bag in Black and it's not cheap :(  But it's absolutely adorable! DAMN YOU!!!

http://www.verabradley.com/product/Category/Mom-and-Baby/Bowler-Baby-Bag/1001460/defaultColor/Black/pc/638/c/0/sc/643/p/1001460.uts

Happy New Year

Interesting fact about today:

One of the biggest days for divorce attorneys is the first business day after New Years’ Day. Probably that holds true year after year because so many people try to keep their families in tact until after the holidays.

30 weeks 1 day

How your baby's growing:

Your baby's about 15.7 inches long now, and she weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds her, but that volume will decrease as she gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. Her eyesight continues to develop, though it's not very keen; even after she's born, she'll keep her eyes closed for a good part of the day. When she does open them, she'll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means she can only make out objects a few inches from her face. (Normal adult vision is 20/20.)

What I'm Loving Wednesday!

29 Weeks 1 Day

How your baby's growing:

Your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 pounds (like a butternut squash) and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel. His muscles and lungs are continuing to mature, and his head is growing bigger to make room for his developing brain. To meet his increasing nutritional demands, you'll need plenty of protein, vitamins C, folic acid, and iron. And because his bones are soaking up lots of calcium, be sure to drink your milk (or find another good source of calcium, such as cheese, yogurt, or enriched orange juice). This trimester, about 250 milligrams of calcium are deposited in your baby's hardening skeleton each day.

3rd trimester appt

Yesterday I had my first 3rd trimester appointment. I officially now go to appointments every 2 weeks instead of every 3 weeks. And my next appointment we will have an ultra sound to check Riley's growth. I'm excited to get another picture of her!

At this appointment I talked about the horrible heartburn I've been getting. And yes, I eat Tums like candy. But I barely sleep at night as it is because I'm getting up to pee every 20 minutes, and even more with horrible heartburn. So I asked if there was anything I could take before bed to help with that. And I was told Zantac was good to take.

And you better bet I took it last night. Too bad this crap isn't cheaper. But it sure does work! I didn't wake up once with heartburn. Still woke up 10 million times to pee, but not with heartburn.

Also, on Saturday I had my 2nd 1 hour glucose test to check for Gestational Diabetes. And if I passed this one I don't have to take anymore. If I failed then I have to do a 3 hour one! And I hear the drink for that once has 2 times as much sugar.

But luckily I passed the test! No more worries. No more of that nasty horrible drink and feeling like I'm gonna pass out!

Too soon

Yesterday I lost a very close friend suddenly. Rest in Peace Ruth. You are loved and already deeply missed.

From today's Republican American:

Mrs. Ruth C. Murray
Graveside service private

THOMASTON — Mrs. Ruth C. (Gesas) Murray, 58, passed away Wednesday, Dec. 21, at the Waterbury Hospital with her family by her side. She was the wife of John W. Murray.

Ruth was born Jan. 31, 1953 in Chicago, Ill., daughter of the late Leonard and June (Stephenson) Gesas.

In addition to her loving husband, she is survived by her only son, Michael L. Costello of West Hartford; her brother, Michael L. Gesas of Chicago, Ill.; her two dachshunds, Vinnie and Oscar and her grandson boxer, Brutus.

Arrangements: A private graveside service will be held at the Edgewood Cemetery in Nashua, N.H. There are no calling hours.

Arrangements are in the care of the Lyons Funeral Home of Thomaston. Notes of sympathy and comfort may be made to Ruth's family by visiting http://www.lyonsfuneralhome.com/.

Mother's Prayer

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle; or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child-care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that rest-room. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I

reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

This blessed gift from God... that of being a Mother.