A little addiction...

I love fabric- A LOT. Actually, a huge amount. Ok, I lied, kind of like a ginormous amount. And I can justify every purchase. (I sell a lot of them too- so it isn't all for me, I promise!)The truth is when I only get 1/4 of a yard, it isn't too bad. Here's 2 more blankets I made the little man & 4 more burp rags. I can't wait for the spit up, pee, poop,tears, breastmilk and snot these things will soak up pretty soon! At least they are cute right???

9 more weeks...

This time in July I will have a little bundle of joy to hold and I can't wait. Just 2 more months. 9 more weeks. 9 more weeks. 9 more weeks. Yesterday's appointment went well and just like the other's. He sounds great, I'm huge, but he will be here before we know it. The weeks really are flying by, even though some days, I swear take forever to pass. I am tired, things are aching, my back is broken- but I am thankful for this time in my life too. There's nothing like weird old men at yard sales asking you if you know how to prevent it from happening... I swear, one of these days I'm going to get smart and say something back just to throw them off gaurd- like: "No I'm not pregnant, I just have a giant tumor, but thanks for asking when I'm due."

Praying for Ellen...

Trav's only sister, Ellen, is one of the most amazing women I know. She is gentle, she is kind, she is forgiving, she is unbelievably positive, she is selfless, she is calm, she is understanding and she is in need of a lot of prayers right now. She is pregnant with baby # 6 and is in the hospital. Her placenta is detaching, her uterus has a tear in it, she's struggling with bleedeing and blood clots and she's only 24 weeks right now. She is on complete bedrest where she will stay as long as her body can hold this baby. It could be 4 more months of laying in a hospital room, but she doesn't have the best of luck carrying her babies anywhere near full term. (her last was born at 32 weeks which she delivered breech. Seriously, she is amazing.) For the first few days all we could do was pray, and then last night I finally got to talk to her on the phone. She sounded so positive and cheery as always, but my heart is aching so much for her. She told me that if she wouldn't have got in when she did- the Dr. said she could have bled to death. It is such a scary & awful thought. She feels at peace with what ever the outcome is- but she needs your prayers right now. I feel so helpless because they just moved to Florida and there is nothing I can do to help her. Please keep her in your prayers and hope this little girl and her Mama can make it a little bit longer. It's also put things in perspective for me. I dislike being pregnant with all my heart, but I am beyond thankful my body is capable of enduring it, and getting my babies here safely. I can't imagine what Ellen is going through- I love her so much. There's nothing like family craziness to make you thankful for heartburn, hardly any sleep and a huge ginormous belly to carry around. I love you sweet Ellen.