If anyone spends any length of time talking to me, they will discover that the thing sitting the heaviest on my mind is babies... other people's babies, my baby, babies in general. You ask any guy, and they get tired of hearing about babies all the time. You ask another expectant/new mother and they smile and say that it is completely natural. Anyone else, something tells me it is annoying for them to hear about nothing but babies.... So if you are tired of hearing about babies then this post isn't for you...... or you should just skip the first half... :-)
I got to go spend the day in Animas yesterday, visiting with my wonderful family, which included Diedre, Ethan, and Erik. They had stopped in Animas on their way to Mississippi for a chance to visit and show off Erik. I only got to hold him for a little while, but I am wrapped around his finger... he is such a cutie patootie!! He is a skinny baby, which makes him look even longer than he is. He has a ton of soft, dark hair. Right now his eyes are a dark smokey blue, and I hope they stay that color. Except for his coloring, I see Diedre when ever I look at his little face. Most of the time he was as stretched out as he could be. But after nursing he curled up in a ball and was quite the little snugler.
Makes me even more excited for my little one to get here. I have two more weeks until my due date. I am hoping he makes an early appearance. Zach wants him to wait until the 27th, since Zach's birthday is 2/27 and mine is 12/27.
Zach has been so good about taking care of me. He makes sure I don't overdo it, that I don't get over heated. Last night he told me that when I do go into labor, if he is not home I am to call him, and then call no one else. He wants to be first on the scene to take care of me. Once he gets home other phone calls/texts could be made. I thought that is super sweet of him. He used say he didn't want to be in the labor delivery room with me, because he didn't think he could handle seeing me in so much pain. But now he is determined to be the first home to take care of me, and that he is going to sit in the labor and delivery room with me (though he is determined that the only place he will be looking the whole time will be at my face, and nothing going on any lower down...). He is such a sweet, wonderful husband! I am so blessed to have him.
Yesterday I was thinking about how the first half of my marriage compares to the second half (I've been married two years and 5 months). I have been noticing more and more over the past several months things that I am surprised I hadn't noticed the first year. How we are starting to compromise more on different issues, that in the past we didn't think too much on. Little things he does that bug me (such as leaving the Otter Pop tops laying on the counter, and not put in the trash...). Things he does that make me smile (songs he sings, how he will randomly dance with me in the kitchen as I make dinner, places he takes me, when he brings me flowers... which I sadly struggle to keep alive... how much he worries and wants to take care of me the further into my pregnancy I get, the list just goes on and on!). Habits that we have formed, some that I wish I hadn't had such a big part in developing (dishing and bringing him his dinner every night, and getting up to dish his seconds for him, instead of making him do it...). We used to fall asleep snuggling, well at least I would... Zach would move as soon as I fall asleep to revive his numb arm... now we'll snuggle at night for a few minutes before moving to our own sides of the bed. It is just amazing how much can, and does, change from year to year in a marriage. My favorite change is that every day I grow more and more in love with Zach. It's kinda funny how his little quirks, even the annoying ones, grow on me, and I come to look forward to them (well most of them).
My oldest sister and her husband just celebrated their 5th anniversary. I hope that when Zach's and mine roll around that we are as happy and in love with each other as they are. They decided to hold a dance to celebrate. Marquette came over the day before to do a photo shoot and get ready for the dance. Cameron wasn't able to show up until the very beginning of the dance. When he walked in to the church gym the smile on Marquette's face grew, and she was so happy to see him that she seemed to glow. It was so fun to watch. Through out the night they moved from group to group visiting with the guests, most of the time they were on opposite sides of the room. Then all of the sudden, they would just look at each other, and with out saying anything to the other they would both move to the dance floor for a song or two. It was a lot of fun to watch them, and see how much they love each other and consider the other as their bestest friend in the world. I used to think that their relationship was rather odd. They didn't seem to mind spending time apart, even up to several days apart. They never have been mushy, not even when they were first married. Now I look at them and see how their relationship was built, from the very beginning on friendship. That long before they even liked each other they were best friends. When I look at them I can see how it has shaped their marriage... how it would bring them closer together, and make their love for each other even deeper. Congrats Marquette and Cameron on your 5 years together!