Show Us Your Life...Wedding Party & Flowers/Ceremony

This week at Kelly's Korner, is Show Us Your Wedding Party & Flowers/Ceremony. This is so hard for me to do because I love every single one of my pictures. I nearly died when I got them in the mail to find two cd's with 1,110 pictures on each disc. How is that even possible??!! But I LOVED him. So, needless to say, it was kinda hard to narrow it down. Michael and I were married in October and we got really lucky with the date, day, weather, everything! My flowers were beautiful cala lillies and the colors I chose were a chocolate brown and teal color. (It was supposed to be Tiffany Blue, but we won't go there!haha)

This was the bouquet I carried, which was different the rest of them. I can't tell you for the life of me what kinds of flowers are blended in with the cala lillies, because I have totally forgotten. But, I was so infatuated with this bouquet. I tried to keep it, but that didn't work out too well!


My beautiful wedding party. The two girls on the right are my sisters, which were my maids of honor! Heck no, I couldn't pick between the two of them. They are both my best friends anyway, so it worked out perfect! The other three girls, I've known since before high school. They are so wonderful! I had the best wedding party.

We placed the little balls of flowers along some of the pews as you walk into the church with ribbons with our colors hanging from them. Simple and elegant...atleast I thought so :)

Right before it was time to enter the church, I totally forgot I still had gum in my mouth...leave it to me! My mom put on her mom shoes and told me to spit it out. So, I did! In her hand! I just find it hysterical the photographer actually caught it. Didn't miss a beat.

The big walk! This is one of my absolute favorites. I said one...told you I had problems choosing. Can't help it.

LAST ONE....for now.

Frame Giveaway

Go check out Go, Grahm, Go. Today she is doing a giveaway for one of my frames. This can be either custom ordered, or one that you already see listed!! Good luck, everyone! :)

I Am Still Me

Since being pregnant, I have no idea how many times people have told me how much I have changed. Yes, that's true, I mean come on, I'm pregnant. I have a life growing in my belly. I think, or would hope, that that would change just about anybody. Seriously! It's crazy when you think about it. In a matter of seconds, seeing one little symbol changes your whole life immediately. Well, in my case, my pregnancy test was just blunt with me and said 'pregnant'. No guessing around there! As I've said before, becoming pregnant was a huge debate on when the "right time" was going to be. There never is a "right time". How can you actually plan for having a baby? It's not like saving up for a new car and then you're done. You can't clip coupons for this one! Literally, the night before Michael and I found out we were expecting, we got into a huge fight on when would be a good time to start trying for a baby. Although I know I've always wanted to be a mom, I didn't think the timing was good. Michael's hours at work are insane and he usually puts in 20 hour work days. That doesn't make time for him to be home that often. Michael on the other hand was ready to try and start working on this before we got married. I think he was thinking about the fun part and not the actual work part. So, long story short, we fought about this all night long with my final word being that we will try in a year. Case closed. Or...was it? The very next morning, no joke, I found out that I was pregnant and thought that God was playing a joke on me. Talk about impeccable timing. Wow! I threw the test on Michael's pillow at 6am, saying that we needed to talk. His initial reaction was, "Is this really happening," and went out to buy more tests to be sure. At 6:30 in the morning. In the rain and snow. On the weekend. (Just kidding! It doesn't snow in Texas!)
I was in denial about this whole thing at first and really didn't know what to think or what to do about this situation. Not so much in denial that I went to the bar and threw down shots or anything drastic like that. Becoming a mom was something I've always dreamed and wanted more than anything, but now that it was actually here, I totally freaked out about it. And of course, since I'm being honest, part of me freaked out thinking, "crap, I'm going to blow up like a house!" Me and gaining weight don't get along. I've tried to embrace this as best as I could. Oddly enough, I've actually fallen in love with maternity clothes. I know, strange!
I think some people have plans and goals for themselves and for their life. I also think that God has other plans for you in the meantime. Me getting pregnant was a way of being smacked across the face saying that I needed to wake up and stop being so ignorant. I may have not planned this time out, but somebody else did for me and thought the timing was perfect! So instead, after some time, I didn't argue it, I embraced it. (Time, as in maybe after the first trimester!)
So, yes, I have changed, but I think only for the better. No, I can't go to the bar with you and drink a wonderfully, dirty martini. I can't sit there and talk for hours on end anymore, because right now, I just don't have the energy. I realize I am a lot quieter now than I was before. Some of these things, I can't help. I am also so frugal with my spending now. Before, I would go get my hair done and spend about $200 and not think anything of it. Along with that was getting my nails done as well. Now, my friend cuts my hair and no more nails for me. I am also bravely dying my hair out of the box and so far, it's been working to my advantage. If it looks awful, whatever because it was only $10! I don't go shopping anymore and instead, want to buy clothes and things for my son. Yes, strange. I think of someone other than myself. Funny how these things happen. I feel like Martha Stewart has taken over my body and I totally love baking and doing crafts now. Something I never thought would be possible. I also see my husband in a new light, that was there before, but is now even stronger. Just because I can't hang out like I used to, I'm still in there. I actually like each and every single one of these changes and think that now, the timing was perfect. What was meant to be, happened at the right time. No more arguing. No more doubt. I will have my family soon and that is the only thing that matters anymore. Yes, I've changed, but I am still me.

Show Us Your Life...Wedding Dresses

I am a follower of Kelly's Korner and this week, she is doing Show Us Your Life...Wedding Dresses! I couldn't resist. It wasn't even a year ago that I was able to fit into my most favorite dress ever. That was really the best day of my life. The planning, up until Michael and I left the building. Some of it was a blur, but it was my dream come true.

My Beautiful Dress!!

Love of My Life!!!

My Family! :)

....And we lived Happily Ever After!

Stillllll Growing....Are My Feet Still There?!?

I'm sucking it up and posting pictures of me at 35 weeks! Not much longer to go and I seriously can't wait. Looking at these pictures, I feel huge! My face doesn't even look the same to me anymore, but oh well. What do ya do? It's so crazy to think that in 1 month and 3 days (give or take) Davis could be here!! My insomnia is kicking in full force and I never sleep anymore. Not only am I in massive pain, but my mind just doesn't stop racing about endless thoughts of being a mother. Am I going to be able to wash my hair? Feed him too much? Go to the bathroom?? Leave my house without looking like I'm a homeless person? I know it's all in due time that I'll get a routine down, but there is such much that is nerve wrecking to me. Is everything between Michael and I going to change? Will we have time for ourselves ever again? I'm so spoiled my having all of his attention, (yes, I admit it!) that that in itself is crazy. I'm hoping once I get that little man in my arms, that nothing will matter to me and I'll just be happy being his mom. I feel like I've wanted this for as long as I can remember, now it's going to be here! Michael is over the top excited and talks about things he can't wait to do with Davis. He is going to be such an incredible dad. I'm so lucky to have him in my life. But...I don't know about taking Davis to the gym while Michael bench presses though! Haha.






We also finally got Davis' room all finished. We just have to get some shelves for the walls and that's it! Whhheeeeew! We really like his room so much. That's another thing I never thought I would get so excited about...a kid's room! :) Michael just goes and sits in the glider and actually fell asleep in there not too long ago. I say that I could spend so much time in there right now because it's so relaxing. Then I catch myself and think pretty soon that I'm going to think otherwise! Haha! This saying on the wall is so fitting for him. He's already helped me out with a lot and he's not even here yet!




And of course his mural :)

Wordless Wednesday

One of my favorite pictures of my dad and I on at my 1st birthday party. My #1 favorite man. He's going to be such an amazing grandfather!!

34 weeks ...and rolling along

As of right this second, Davis is staying put. If he's anything like his mother though, he will make up his mind and pop out when he is ready. I swear, I think he is already stubborn and impatient like me. Yes, I admit it! Hopefully having this baby will give me some much deserved patience that has been long awaited by others, I'm sure. Every time we are in the doctor's office, I keep hearing that the baby has already formed his personality. That the way he is in my belly, will be the way that he is when he's out. If that is the case, then I am so in for it. I already have a hyper active child in there! At one of my appointment, my Dr. told me now is the time to start doing kick counts, to gage the babies movement. I actually haven't had to do this one time yet because I swear, I already have an insomniac child. He never stops to rest it seems like. At some points, it's really reassuring knowing that he is okay in there and has good brain activity going on. Then, there are the other times, when I'm praying for sleep as there is a foot in my ribs. If I'm this tired now, how could it get worse?! Yes, I know I have yet to find out. The thought has crossed my mind lately, wondering has a baby ever broken its mother's ribs? Or gotten their foot stuck? Awful thought, I know.
I finally got the stroller put together the other day and was really excited about it. It's so weird, because I never thought I would get excited over a stroller. But it's not just any stroller! It's my Davis' stroller! It took a little bit for me to actually have it assembled. It was actually an ordeal, to be honest. The first day I tried, I somehow managed to fling a vital piece, that of course held the entire thing together, across the living room. I still have yet to find it, as it's in the black hole that is my house. At the same time of dropping this piece, I drop a soda can of the floor, unopened, that manages to spew every last drop straight up in my face. Of course! Needless to say, I put the stroller business on hold for a couple of days and went out and bought a new piece. I will find the missing one when Davis is about one years old.

Is this available now?? Hahaha

Hospital Visit #2...In A Week!

I didn't mention last time, but we ended up having to go to the hospital because my contractions were getting so severe and we were able to time them. The night before last, it happened again. I had no idea what to do and Michael was out of town. Needless to say, I was freaking out a little. Thank goodness I have such an amazing friend, Candice, that came to the rescue to take me to the hospital. (At like 1 a.m. Sorry!) While she was on her way, I standing here just staring at an empty bag, trying to figure out if I should pack one or not. (This time the contractions were every 2 minutes and coming on strong!) Then I forgot what I was doing and almost forgot the bag. Even though Michael was nervous last time, I didn't notice much because he was busy getting everything ready. I had accidentally called my sister, Rachel, and woke her up. I had to ask her probably twice what the heck I was doing and she had to remind me to put clothes in the bag. Haha. She was telling me to keep calm and breathe. I think I was actually holding my breath a couple of times!

After getting to the hospital, again, (I'm going to be on a first name basis with these people before it's all over with) it wasn't false labor. I was being treated for preterm labor but they were trying to stop it since I was only 33 1/2 weeks along. Last time they gave me one shot to stop contractions and it did its job. They are allowed to administer up to three and that's it. I kept asking, "How in the world am I going to know when it's real labor? I'm so confused!!" The nurse told me that unfortunate for me, I may be making a few trips up there because my body is in fact in labor. The frustrating thing is that they could not figure out why I'm having these intense contractions like this. My body isn't dehydrated, I haven't become a bodybuilder overnight and am lifting heavy weights, I'm obviously not walking marathons around the neighborhood. So, Davis is just really impatient like his mama and doing his best to make an early appearance. I ended up having to have all three shots this time and they kept coming. I was told I'm starting to dialate, my cervix is thinning out, and that it could be right around the corner. I was advised to keep my bags packed. If I was 36 or 37 weeks along, they wouldn't have stopped the labor and let him come. Crazy to think I could be at home with a baby right now...or getting ready to come home. I no doubt wouldn't be on the computer! :) Michael said I willed this child out since I was saying I'm so ready! The good news is that his brain activity looks wonderful and he looks really healthy. That's always nice to hear. He's so hyper in there, I don't know what to expect. Hopefully, Davis will get comfortable and settle down and decide to stay a little longer. Mommy and Daddy are ready to meet our little man, but just not yet. Wait a few more weeks!

**OH! I've rubbed off on Michael. I wrote a blog called Laughtears and now Michael does the same thing. I was able to witness it last night and laughed my butt off this time. He said it unfortunately happened a work a couple of times in front of the guys. I think he has some of my pregnancy hormones!!

Taking Notes

Michael and I recently went to a friends birthday party for their little boy, who was turning the big 2. It was so cute to see of the little kids running around in their swimsuits and splashing around in the water. It really got us so excited and couldn't help but start talking about Davis' birthday parties, like we would be planning them soon or something. But it was still fun to talk about. I couldn't help but to notice some of the ways the parents disciplined their children. Or I guess I should say, didn't discipline their children. I was trying very hard to keep my mouth glued shut instead of dropping wide open like it wanted to. The kids had a big beach ball pinata that they broke into towards the end of the party and had a little pail to put their candy in and take home with them. Of course, most of the kids wanted to bust into the candy right away and start eating it...who wouldn't, right!?! MOST of the parents gave their child a few pieces each and said enough, you can have some more later. Mind you, the kids hadn't even had the dessert yet. This one parent there got mannnnnnyy looks from the other parents. I swear, what are some people thinking? She was one of those that would rather give in to the kid to avoid crying no matter the situation than discipline the child. So when Little Johnny wanted more candy and wasn't ready to give it up, he threw a huge fit. And I mean a huge tantrum right in the middle of the floor while the birthday boy was trying to open his presents. All of the other parents were just staring with the look of, 'really? get the kid under control, lady!!' So, she gives Little Johnny the entire pail of candy and calmly says, "here you go, sweetie!" Oh. My. Goodness! Gag me! Instead of having cake, there was a ice cream sunday station set up with all sorts of toppings. Little Johnny didn't get enough gummy worms after he ate his entire bowl of ice cream. He's kicking and screaming, throwing a huge fit all over again. Mom solves the issue by setting the son on the floor, grabbing the huge bowl of gummy worms, and placing them right next to the son. Never mind that some people hadn't gotten ice cream yet and may actually want some gummy worms. I couldn't help but stare in shock at this woman, amazed at how she was handling things. Some people never cease to amaze me. At all! There are a lot of things I know I have yet to learn, but then again, I'm not one to be a complete pushover either. Hopefully it doesn't change after I have a child. For some reason, I think it's pretty safe to say that I won't. If I'm anything like my mother, which I think I've turned into my mother, then I don't think I have anything to worry about. She can give the death stare and you stop whatever you are doing.

I know some people handle situations completely different than others and I don't know yet since I don't have children. My friend had told me about this woman before the party and how her parenting skills are atrocious. Little Johnny apparently doesn't share and hits all of the time, while mom just sits back and watch. I know I'm not going to be a perfect parent by any means, but I'm hoping I won't get the label of THAT PARENT. Of course, I'm sure you can't avoid the situations all the time, as long as they don't happen constantly. Crossing my fingers**

Are We There Yet?

I'm two days shy of being 33 weeks along. How can I possibly gain any more weight? Wow! I think my belly will just be like a balloon and pop with pressure here pretty soon. Belly Butter by Burt's Bees has been my best friend. Even if the stuff doesn't work, I still use it religiously. I just keep telling myself it's doing something. My doctor keeps telling me, as I'm having meltdowns in her office, that my weight gain is fine and I need to stop worrying about it. Me? Stop worrying? Haha...that's funny. It is just so hard for me to jump on the scale and not feel like I'm going to hurt the thing. I'm still working out and eating pretty good, (if Michael would stop bringing those delicious pies home!) but it's hard to not see results like I used to. Okay, yes, I know it will get better all in due time.
I keep saying that if I knew this baby was healthy and at a good weight, please feel free to deliver early. I think by me saying this, I sort of jinxed myself last night. It was very ironic, because Michael and I went to our first child birthing class, which to say the least, was very interesting. I really think I could have gone without seeing someone giving birth to their baby and placenta. OH MY LORD! Okay, I'm calm. We learned about how to time contractions and what labor was going to be like. Well, to my surprise, around 10pm last night, I start having major contractions. This can't be happening! He hasn't even dropped yet! Stay in there, I was just joking! These contractions were not like the Braxton Hicks that I have had before. They kept getting more and more intense. After an hour of having them, Michael started timing them. They lasted for 3 hours and ended up sometimes being 2 minutes apart. Stay, Davis, stay! Bake a little longer, boy! Michael ended up calling labor and delivery to see what we should do while trying to stay calm. They told me to take a warm bath and take Tylenol PM, lay on my left side and see if they get worse. That Tylenol PM knocked me out, and plus it was 2am. I was still having a few contractions, but I was so tired that I just passed out...almost in the bathtub.

So, needless to say, I won't be working out today by doctor's orders and keeping my feet up. I feel like a whale from all of the 4th of July grub. After last night, I'm wondering what the real thing will be like. That was more than likely nothing, so I have a feeling I'm in for it! Plus, to make matters even better, I found out that if I've taken my blood thinner shot that day of delivery, I can not have an epidural. Are you serious? I have no pain tolerance, so that should be interesting. If there is a saint for pain, I need to look it up and start praying to them! :)

I've Been Tagged

I was photo tagged by Jessica from Mommy Needs Coffee. Here are the rules:
1) Go to your photo files…Select the 6th photo folder.


2) Select the 6th photo in that folder.


3) Post that photo along with the story behind it.


4) Then challenge 5 blog friends to do the same!

This picture was taken last October about a week before Michael and I got married. I love it because we'll always be kids at heart. Michael's family was staying at our house for the wedding that week. We took Michael's nephews to a pumpkin patch near our house and they had this out there. There was a huge cornfield maze, that we managed to get completely lost in! Leave it to us! Devon, the oldest nephew, kept getting my mother-in-law and I completely turned around in circles. I think it took us almost an hour to finally get out. (Okay, it seemed like it!) Devon thought this was hysterical, I think Jeannie was about ready to crawl out. We all had a lot of fun that day and Karson (the youngest nephew) even made the news that day! :) Hey now!

I tag:

Lisa

Amy

Eliza

Jineen

Jenn