I wanted to document my belly moving. Our baby
would mostly just move in the evening. Not a strong
kicker, but when things got mellow at night, baby
came to play a bit.
Our baby also liked being up in the
middle of the night or early in the morning...
mmmmm, a little foreshadowing to the birth.
Coming into our neighborhood, love when there is a rainbow!
I forget the occasion, probably just a special breakfast because....
Time for nail...always have a pedicure before birth, its
good to have pretty toes when pushing. Although, that
is the last thing you notice.
My feet...her hands
Selah...maybe a possible name?
Love this beach in a more secluded area.
I wrote in my journal for June 11..."Feeling pregnant, very
pregnant. On the home stretch. I am very much in touch with
the feelings of being pregnant, not having my body (mind) for the
last 9 months. Yet, it is still so strange that I am going to have
a baby, My hearts cry for 5 years. I have been getting
Braxton Hicks since yesterday, it hit me that I will be going
through labor-yikes! Feel fearful but know I will be okay.
I have not taken much time for introspection. I want to be
write more in the pregnancy journal, write our baby letter from
Drew and I, learn about baby development with the kids,
and catch up on the blog."
35 wweks!
My journal..."I hit a low yesterday. I am weary of
my aching falling asleep hands. My expanding belly makes
less room for Bobo and Sissy in my lap. I just have less.
It's tough to not even get through folding a basket of laundry
without needing to stop due to Braxton Hicks. I couldn't
even clear the table yesterday because my legs and feet
were so sore from Kamp Kumalani. I feel "useless"-
limited. Its hard because I feel like a broken record about
my limitations with Dev and Bobo. Of course it's hard for
them to understand- I feel this especially with Dev, maybe
these weeks will be good for her to experience empathy and
to come alongside. I need to be quiet in these weeks,
be still. Pray and get ready by being still.
I need to connect with Jesus.
He knows he is going to move further down the
attention scale.
They came to most of my appiintments.
During the last month, I had to go in twice a week for baby's
heart beat check. It was sometimes taxing as we had to
drive to the other side when the clinic was closed on our side.
But the kids were pretty great and understanding.
Bobo checking the machine. Such a blessing it was to share
in this journey with our kiddos who were old enough to understand
and take it all in. And pray. Pretty much every day, they faithfully
prayed for our baby.
I love when they work together on a project. Dev was
trying to make doll beds out of shelves.
I love when he works on our house...for the third
time, my man is making a space for our baby.
Getting ready for a wedding shower at our house, pretty pregnant
and big...but still fun to decorate with my girl!
Bobo's two friends who told me Bobo taught them how
to surf this day. And here I thought that they were
helping Bobo out.
Bobo loves his ukulele teacher and going to the music store.
His teacher is such a fit for him, it just makes me smile!
The day before I had our baby, I hung out in
Kimberly's pool for about 3 hours with the kids.
It felt so good!
Here we are a Outback celebrating Drew's b-day. We had a full
day of running errands on the other side, a doctor's appointment,
and celebrating Drew. It was so funny, during dinner, Dev dropped
an ice cube on the seat and I thought for a minute that my water broke.
So we were at Costco after Outback where I ran
into our dear friend Cynthia, who we had not seen since
returning to the island. My feet were swollen and my body sore.
I was needing to sit down, I headed for the car.
We left around 9:00, got home and put kiddos down. I had
a little feeling. So I asked Deveraux, as we laid on the bed (I was having
some mild contrations) that whenever the baby comes, if babycame
during the night, would she want me to wake her. She said, no it was
okay and she could wait until morning.. A little while later we were
on the couch watching, "Shark Tank"...To be continued.....
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