Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
- The little one's brain is designating specialized areas for smell, taste, hearing, vision, and touch. Some research suggests that he/she may be able to hear my voice, so maybe I should start imparting wisdom now :)
- The tomato-sized bebe weighs about 8.5 oz and measures 6 inches, head to bottom
- The arms and legs are proportional to each other and the rest of the body (always a good sign)
- Hair is growing on that sweet little head (which I can't wait to sniff, by the way)
- I think this is cool: there's a waxy protective coating called the vernix caseosa is forming on the skin to keep the baby from pickling. No pruny kiddos for us!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
- We wouldn't get married until I had graduated
- I wanted to enjoy the engagement with my friends (i.e. preferably not during the summer, when everyone was scattered)
- I had no, no, no preference on the ring, nor did I want to be involved in picking it out
- One day before we were engaged, Andrew asked me to show him one ring that I loved. He promised not to let it influence his decision. He had also already picked out a ring. Risky, eh? And guess which one I picked? The exact.same.one that he did. Great minds, I know.
- The morning of the engagement, I had a wardrobe crisis. So I borrowed a shirt from my roommate without asking. She was out of town and it was early - I didn't have time to ask! That roommate? She was there when I came out of the breakfast room. Surprise! I'm engaged! And I'm wearing your shirt!
- Apparently, the sales clerk paged "The Castrodale Party" (aka the BFFs, who were supposed to be hiding in another room of the store) as Andrew and I were walking up. Andrew heard it, but I sure didn't. Close call.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Some of you have already noticed, but I added a little poll over on the righthand side of the blog, for you to share your thoughts on whether the little one will be wearing pink (or purple) or blue (or green). You have about three weeks left to guess, so get to clickin'!
Those adorable hats are on Etsy, found here and here. If ever you should wonder what sorts of things I'm digging for the baby or might like for, say, my birthday (which is next month) you can check out my favorites on my Etsy page, here. Just sayin'...
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Also? Holy dark circles, batman. Don't say you weren't warned. I work from home, my husband is gone and I only leave the house for errands and church. I just feel good about myself for showering.
Now for the stats (all via babycenter.com):
- The little one is about the size of an avocado, weighing in at about 3.5oz
- Apparently, he'll double in size over the few weeks. I plan on using that as an excuse for not doing the dishes, just so you know. Growing a human is taxing.
- His legs are much more developed and his head is more upright.
- His eyes have moved closer to the front of his head and his ears are close to their final position, too. Yay for not looking like a fish!
- The patterning of his scalp has begun, though his locks aren't recognizable yet.
- He's started growing toenails. Cute little baby toenails!
- And his insides are kicking into gear as well. For example, his heart is now pumping about 25 quarts of blood each day. Good job, little.
Monday, May 2, 2011
But at the same time, you think: should I talk about it? Osama Bin Laden has been declared dead and everyone is sharing their opinion. Making jokes and quoting bible verses about praying for your enemy. Does what I have to say even make sense?
Probably not, but getting it out of me could do some good, right?
I was watching the news last night when the story broke. First, there was buzz about the President making an impromptu statement. Then, buzz that Bin Laden was dead. An hour later, Obama came on to confirm what the world had been celebrating already. And I cried.
I was 15 years old when the 9/11 attacks happened. I was sitting in my biology class when the principal came in and whispered to our teacher to turn on the news. We watched it for the rest of the day and I just remember that it didn't make sense. I didn't understand what the World Trade Center was. I didn't understand why terrorists had intentionally flown into the buildings. I didn't understand what was happening. The adults in my life were sad and scared and somber, but I didn't get it. It didn't make sense to me.
But the thing that made me so emotional last night is the realization that all I remember about our country and our goverment is that we've been at war. For the last ten years, the images have become so commonplace. It's on the news every night because it's been our life for the last decade. And it's all I remember.
When Andrew and I went to NYC for Christmas this past year, we visited the 9/11 Tribute Center. It was one of the most incredible things I've experienced. I walked through the small building, looking at pictures and reading quotes and seeing pieces of the wreckage, with tears just pouring down, because for the first time in my life I was feeling what most adults felt on the day the attack happened. It made sense now. I realized how much we all lost that day.
I read an article this morning that the death of Bin Laden is a "psychological triumph" for Americans. His death doesn't mean that all of the troops can now rush home and we can declare this war over. It certainly doesn't make us any safer, does it? But I have to believe that with the justice that happened yesterday, things can maybe start to change for the better. Maybe? Hope?
So there's that.
And then the other thing that I'm feeling, is confusion over the celebration. I wouldn't consider myself a make-love-not-war kind of girl. I think war, unfortunately, is necessary at times. And (don't judge) but I also agree with what my dad says when he watches the movie Open Range: some people just need killin'. But I can't believe that God is delighting in the fact that he is now permanently separated from one of his children. I just can't think that he's cheering about that outcome. I heard someone say that the only difference between Paul and Bin Laden is the conversion. Truth, right?
And then bundled up in all of that are thoughts of this sweet child that I'm carrying. How do you protect them from the hatred out there, without shielding from the truth so much that they're naive? How do you teach them love, without misleading them to think that the world is good? Because it kind of isn't.
It's heavy stuff, people.
But that's where I'm at.