We’ve taken a few videos in the past 8 months (I know I know!) that I thought I’d share!
Gavin sings the theme song to Two and a Half Men taken in JUNE of 2009!:
Us camping… me suffering through making JiffyPop and a brief glimpse at the dog we only had for 6 weeks!
Oh… and Chris being a CHEESEBALL!
Gav saying his I Love You’s to all the people he loves
I’d put up the video of G rocking out,….. but it’s going to take some editing!
Hope you enjoy!!!
Gav constantly tells me he wants a baby sister. No coaxing from us. Promise.
We get lots of questions (hints, jabs, pleading…) from friends and family as to when we might be adding another little one to our little family.
I know over 20 people who are pregnant right now (CONGRATS!!! If I haven’t already congratulated you, I’m soooo happy and excited for you all!!!)
We’ve known for a little while now that we are ready to have another baby. More than ready, wanting more than anything another little sweet spirit to raise and to nurture. In August we started entertaining the idea and shortly after we started trying for another baby. We thought it would be fairly easy since G was soooo easy for us, too easy in fact… if you know the story, you’re probably laughing right about now.
In December, the Monday two weeks before Christmas, I got a positive pregnancy test. I told Chris and we were so excited.
Tuesday morning I tested again just because I have to have more than one confirmation on good things, and it was negative. Fine. I got a negative test with G the first few tests. I thought I’d wait a day or two to test again, just because I wasn’t that far along.
Wednesday morning I started bleeding and cramping. To the point where I turned on a movie for G, laid down on the couch next to him and I don’t remember the few hours after that.
After a blood test, the nurse confirmed my fears and said that I’d had what they call a blighted ovum, or a failed pregnancy.
January:
We were hopeful, considering everything was happening the right way, just a little bit of a mishap. So about two weeks ago I was excited when I started feeling little hints of pregnancy and a few other things did or didn’t happen. I was sooo anxious to test but Chris made me wait. He only made me wait a couple more days, just to make sure, the meanie.
Monday night, a quick faint positive.
Tuesday morning, another quick faint positive. EEK!
Wednesday night we went and got a digital test, just to get an honest to goodness result, and there it was… one little word….
We were so excited!
Last Sunday we all got colds, nasty mean colds. By Thursday I had a massive migrane, put me out all day long. At 6 I made G dinner, and then I felt it. Ran upstairs, fearing the worst and knew, it was over.
Friday, still bleeding, I called the doctors office and they had me go in to have bloodwork done, with a second set of tests on the following Monday. Today the nurse called, telling me I had had a miscarriage.
The doctor wants us to wait a couple months, keep taking vitamins and to just relax. I have a few things to discuss with her about a previous condition that we think might be causing this and what we think might explain how we got pregnant with G so easy. But all in all, we’re going to take her advice (duh!) and wait a little while longer… much to my dismay.
I’ve cried, I’m mourning. I have prayed to the Lord in both extreme joy and sorrow. I’m putting my faith in Him and I know I’ll be able to give Gavin that little sister OR brother (I’m fine with either, despite what my pink obsession might tell you!) one day. I’ve also blamed myself, as all women do, about the kind of mother I am, about the kind of wife I am… about the kind of daughter I am. That it might make me unworthy to be a mother again. And while no amount of brooding over any of that will help the situation, I’ve still done it. I know I’m doing the best I can. I have my days where I am lazy lazy lazy, but I’m doing what I can. I don’t know that we’ll ever have a big family, I just know that I want to be the best mother to how many ever children the Lord blesses us with.
So hopefully, in the near future, you’ll see an announcement from us, but for now know that we’re doing well, G is the love of our lives and we’re striving to be the best parents we can be. And… if you can stand it you’ll be seeing lots more of his gorgeous eyelashes and histerical one liners!! Thank you for your love, support and understanding. Thank you for your friendship, we couldn’t be more grateful for all of you!
Last Sunday, we headed up to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Idaho again and to bring up a CD of pictures of their new grandson, Brandon, that I took a couple weeks ago. Chris decided that we would take a couple little detours, first one being a trip to the breeder of the dog that Chris wants to one day get. My favorite part of the trip to and from the breeders is this sign:
The next little detour was a different route to the farm….
Not my idea of fun….
But from Chris’ face… you can imagine the joy he was getting out of making me squeal as I watched him turn the wheel to the right about 20 degrees to keep the car moving in a straight line….
See those nice dry roads? Yeah, that’s my idea of a fun detour!
Two weekends ago my sister came to visit a certain guy, and in return Gav got to see his Auntie Chelle in between her visits with said guy! On Saturday we headed up to the Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy. Gav had a blast, he was raring to go the minute we pulled in the parking lot and didn’t stop the entire time.
With map in hand, G was off. He wanted to see everything, FAST!
Gav was fascinated with the stingray pool. You are allowed to touch them but G wouldn’t even put his hand in the water. He’s very adamant about having his sleeves in the right spot, but pushed them up at the thought of petting a stringray, but no amount of coaxing could get him to even put a finger in the water! (top right hand picture shows the way he points to things now… with his full hand. He’s our little Tourguide Barbie…er.. Ken!)
Top Left: The way I think it should be! Middle: I brought something like this home from a trip to the Gulf of Mexico one summer when I was 7 or 8… we brought it home in a ziploc bag and I totally forgot about it… it wasn’t too pleasant when we found it sometime later! Bottom:Gav was staring at the tank with the crocodiles in it and was in awe, until Daddy-O came around the corner and scared him to death. The bottom right-hand corner shows Gav consoling Chris…
Just in case anyone’s curious… and she’s gonna kill me… but this is Ryan… the said “special guy” Chelle came to visit. He was a sweetie! Put up with Chris, G and me, the silly stories and a meal with the 4 of us! He even gave me a hug at the end of the night! That’s a brave boy!
When we dropped Chelle off for the night, Gav cried. He put his cute little face in his hands and said “I love my Chelle!” We then assured him she would be back at our house in the morning and that he’d get to see her again.
For the first time this season, we’re sick. Gav and I caught something awful nasty and I’m hoping it goes away soon.
I have more posts, we had a certain special Auntie come visit this past weekend and a trip to our favorite farm but I have zero energy as of 6am this morning.
Stay Tuned!