...couldn't resist posting.
Cora Jihee and I in the hotel room in Korea. Only hours after we had received her.
This one evokes so many emotions for me. I don't think she could be any more precious.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Cora and I in Seoul
I ran across this picture...
...couldn't resist posting.
Cora Jihee and I in the hotel room in Korea. Only hours after we had received her.
This one evokes so many emotions for me. I don't think she could be any more precious.
...couldn't resist posting.
Cora Jihee and I in the hotel room in Korea. Only hours after we had received her.
This one evokes so many emotions for me. I don't think she could be any more precious.
Sometimes...
...the stars align
...and these two get along famously.
Sure didn't hurt that Daddy was taking them to the water park. :)
...and these two get along famously.
Sure didn't hurt that Daddy was taking them to the water park. :)
Monday, February 11, 2013
Ever Increasing...
Oh...to be this small again...
I'm feeling particularily large today.
The good thing about an ever increasing tummy size is knowing that it brings me closer to holding this little bundle in my arms. :)
Here's to being at week 30 today!
...only 10 more to go!
Saturday, February 9, 2013
A Girl After Her Mama's Heart...
Ella has just discovered the joy of knitting. A sentence that, well, makes my heart sing!
Yes, I am a knitting-nerd and I can't tell you how it makes me squeal inside to see Ella seeing the satisfaction of creating something with your own hands out of a pile of yarn.
She wanted to get her kniffty-knitter loom out for one very special reason. She was determined to make her new little baby sister a hat for in the hospital. Ella carefully selected the yarn which had to meet her requirements of soft, cozy, and yet a pretty color. It had to be perfect for the new baby.
Ella sat down on the couch with determination on her face and went to work. Everytime I turned around, she was quietly and intently working on her creation.
The end product turned out beautiful and the pride was evident.
And what do you suppose I saw this morning when I came downstairs?
A sleepy, blurry-eyed Ella who had just woken up. Kniffty Knitter in hand. Creating boot cuffs for herself.
*sigh*
Yes, I am a knitting-nerd and I can't tell you how it makes me squeal inside to see Ella seeing the satisfaction of creating something with your own hands out of a pile of yarn.
She wanted to get her kniffty-knitter loom out for one very special reason. She was determined to make her new little baby sister a hat for in the hospital. Ella carefully selected the yarn which had to meet her requirements of soft, cozy, and yet a pretty color. It had to be perfect for the new baby.
Ella sat down on the couch with determination on her face and went to work. Everytime I turned around, she was quietly and intently working on her creation.
Me: Ella, time to eat.
Ella: Mom, just one more row, then I'll come.
Me: Ella, time to get some school done, put down your yarn.
Ella: Ah, Mom...can't this count as art class?
Me: Ella...Ellla....Elllllaaaa where are you?
Ella: Working on my knitting, Mom!
The end product turned out beautiful and the pride was evident.
And what do you suppose I saw this morning when I came downstairs?
A sleepy, blurry-eyed Ella who had just woken up. Kniffty Knitter in hand. Creating boot cuffs for herself.
*sigh*
Don't Wake the Baby
There isn't anything sweeter than a sleeping baby...
(Disclaimer: I apologize for the weird orientation of this picture, blogger is having a mind of it's own today.)
After refusing to take a nap, she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. She layed down and zonked out in record time...right here...
...in the middle of the living room chaos on Grammie's lap. :)
Monday, February 4, 2013
Baby Profile
Here she is:
Profile picture with her little hand coming up to her mouth...
I may be biased, but I think she is pretty cute!
I may be biased, but I think she is pretty cute!
Ultrasound #3
At 29 weeks along, I had my third ultrasound today. Nothing like being high-risk to get you a ton of these things. I guess it's the silver lining to being so aweful at being pregnant. :) They like to check on baby lots to make sure things are going well...which allows me to see her every 10 weeks or so.
Little bugger is doing great. She's right on target and the doctor's exact words today were: "I don't see anything concerning here...everything looks normal." Music to my ears.
She's 2 pounds and 11 ounces as of today. That puts her in the 41st percentile for weight. We'll see how she changes in the next 11 weeks. She is currently head-down...but since there's still room to groove, that could easily change for a few weeks yet. She's still really good at tumbling and twisting around in there.
The ultrasound techinician was having a grand time trying to secure some of the measurements today as baby was busy moving around. At one point, however, she stopped and was busy fiddling with her toes. It was so sureal to see. She had her little hand curled around her tiny toes, squeezing them. *sigh* My heart grew a size bigger when I saw that. I also got to see her practice her breathing as her abdomen rose and fell. I'm getting very excited to hold this little one and although 11 weeks isn't too long, it still seems far off to me. I'll be glad when April is here!
Another reason to love that month? Because when baby is born: the...nausea...will....END. Yes, 29 weeks and counting and I'm still sick on a daily basis. I just started my third trimester last week and so far this trimester is showing to have lots of relapse days. My mornings (gernerally) are manageable (still sick, but I can function), but by about 2:00-3:00pm it comes back strong. This means that Jason has had to step-up once again and take the lead parenting role once he gets home from work as I am usually stuck on the couch. I won't lie...this is really hard. Both mentally and physically. I had hoped that by this stage of the pregnancy, this constant nausea would be long gone. I guess I'm in it for the long haul. It will make the birth of this little girlie even sweeter.
Although it's tough...I know my God is with me. He'll continue to take care of me and be my source of strength. I'm reminded daily what a blessing health is, how it is such a gift. I'm so thankful that God has allowed me to take this journey one last time. There are so many moments to savor, to treasure, to file away in the depths of my heart. Watching her move, feeling her have the hiccups, seeing my children's expressions as they feel her kicking. Knowing that a miracle is growing inside me...a miracle that has God's fingerprints all over her...a little eternal soul entrusted to my care. The nausea is rough...but it is nothing...nothing compared to the gift of a child.
Little bugger is doing great. She's right on target and the doctor's exact words today were: "I don't see anything concerning here...everything looks normal." Music to my ears.
She's 2 pounds and 11 ounces as of today. That puts her in the 41st percentile for weight. We'll see how she changes in the next 11 weeks. She is currently head-down...but since there's still room to groove, that could easily change for a few weeks yet. She's still really good at tumbling and twisting around in there.
The ultrasound techinician was having a grand time trying to secure some of the measurements today as baby was busy moving around. At one point, however, she stopped and was busy fiddling with her toes. It was so sureal to see. She had her little hand curled around her tiny toes, squeezing them. *sigh* My heart grew a size bigger when I saw that. I also got to see her practice her breathing as her abdomen rose and fell. I'm getting very excited to hold this little one and although 11 weeks isn't too long, it still seems far off to me. I'll be glad when April is here!
Another reason to love that month? Because when baby is born: the...nausea...will....END. Yes, 29 weeks and counting and I'm still sick on a daily basis. I just started my third trimester last week and so far this trimester is showing to have lots of relapse days. My mornings (gernerally) are manageable (still sick, but I can function), but by about 2:00-3:00pm it comes back strong. This means that Jason has had to step-up once again and take the lead parenting role once he gets home from work as I am usually stuck on the couch. I won't lie...this is really hard. Both mentally and physically. I had hoped that by this stage of the pregnancy, this constant nausea would be long gone. I guess I'm in it for the long haul. It will make the birth of this little girlie even sweeter.
Although it's tough...I know my God is with me. He'll continue to take care of me and be my source of strength. I'm reminded daily what a blessing health is, how it is such a gift. I'm so thankful that God has allowed me to take this journey one last time. There are so many moments to savor, to treasure, to file away in the depths of my heart. Watching her move, feeling her have the hiccups, seeing my children's expressions as they feel her kicking. Knowing that a miracle is growing inside me...a miracle that has God's fingerprints all over her...a little eternal soul entrusted to my care. The nausea is rough...but it is nothing...nothing compared to the gift of a child.
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