Monday, February 28, 2011

25 Weeks, and a (kind-of) update.

25 week belly shot

I feel like I've ballooned out over the last week or two. I'm already getting the surprised looks when people ask when I'm due and then I tell them June. Not sure if I've got another big baby in there or if I just need to lay off the ice cream, ha!

Pregnancy Highlights:

How Far Along: 25 weeks

Size of baby: She's 13 1/2 inches long or about the length of an average rutabaga.

Total Weight Gain/Loss: 21 lbs. Waist gain: 11 inches!

Maternity Clothes: A little bit of both.

Gender: Girl :)

Movement: She has been SO active lately and I just love it. Saturday night it was to the point of getting uncomfortable...then I thought about it and realized it was probably because I ate 2 giant (and delicious) chocolate chip smore cookies that Lindsay made. I think she was on a sugar high, ha!

Sleep: I'm still sleeping pretty sound these days. Harrison is too, so that helps.

What I miss: Picking up Harrison as much as I used to be able to and rough-housing with him. And especially our dance sessions. But at least I can still observe him which is always entertaining.

Cravings:  I haven't been having a lot of food cravings. I haven't been feeling any nausea lately so pretty much anything sounds good at anytime, ha. I drink a tall glass of chocolate milk every morning and usually I am not a milk fan, so I guess that counts.

Symptoms: Contractions. More on that in a sec.

Best Moment this week: Her bedding came in and I LOVE it! We also found a cute little charming bookshelf to go in her nursery. It's been a lot of fun seeing it all come together.


Since Friday night I've been having contractions. I didn't really think much of them at first because I know you can get Braxton Hicks contractions all throughout pregnancy and they are completely harmless. I didn't really have them much with Harrison and I actually just joked last week that even though I've given birth I'm not really sure I know what a contraction feels like. I was apparently having them before I got sent to the hospital with him but didn't know it until they hooked me up to the machine. Then my doctor broke my water and started me on pitocin and it became a whole different ballgame. I had intense back labor and it was the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, and I have never been happier to see somebody then when I saw that anesthesiologist walk through the door to give me my epidural, ha! All that to say that I feel like I never experienced the contractions that tell you that labor is about to begin, never had to time them, never had to wonder if it was time to go to the hospital, etc. etc.

But over the weekend they became pretty strong and painful and frequent and I knew right away that they were definitely contractions. I could feel my stomach getting as hard as a rock along with and sharp stabbing pain that I actually had to lie down and rest through. I looked up Braxton Hicks in my book and read that they  are supposed to be painless, so this morning I called my OB and they wanted me to come in for some testing. Since I have complete placenta previa and am on strict pelvic rest, they couldn't perform a cervical exam to see if the contractions are causing me to dilate at all. So they did a fFN test (fetal fibronectin), which is basically a swab test that determines your risks for preterm labor within the immediate future. The results will be back tomorrow and if it's negative it means that I am very unlikely to go into labor within the next 1-2 weeks. If it is positive then I am more at risk for it to happen (but doesn't mean that it will definitely happen).

I am honestly handling all of this way better than I ever expected considering I am a huge worrier by nature. I do feel a peace about the situation, but I can't lie and say that all of this isn't a little scary. I am at that cusp of viability stage where if I were to deliver this early there is at least a chance she could make it, but in no way do we want her to come for several more months.

On top of it all, my poor little Hare-Bear came down with some kind of virus. I took him to the pediatrician  this afternoon and they ruled out an ear infection, so we are assuming it is something viral that will run its course. He woke up with a fever but acted like he felt okay all day. Or at least until I had to hold him down with all my might so the doctor could "violate" him. He screamed and cried like I haven't heard in a long time and I still don't think he's forgiven me yet. :(  It's been a doozy of a day, I'm telling you.

I'm taking tomorrow off from work to give Harrison and me some time to rest. I am praying for a negative test that will give me peace of mind for a couple of weeks at least. I just wish I knew what was going to happen and how all of this was going to play out so I could at least mentally and emotionally prepare for it. I'm such a planner (read: control freak) and the not-knowing part is so difficult for me. But like my ever wise sis-in-law told me recently, knowing how it is all going to play out wouldn't take faith. And she's exactly right...

Friday, February 25, 2011

Chicken Spaghetti

I've been craving chicken spaghetti lately so I finally decided to make it for dinner a couple of weeks ago. The only time I've ever had it before was probably 10 years ago when Ashley made it for us. It's crazy to think back to that time in my life and even crazier that it was over TEN years ago! Anyway, I had mentioned it to her on the phone a while back and we were talking about the ingredients, and from there I just googled a couple of recipes that sounded similar and improvised the rest. When I found it on the Pioneer Woman's website I knew it was probably as good as I remembered.

Here are the ingredients:

Spaghetti (I used about 1/4 of a pkg)
Chicken (I used 1 chicken breast or about a cup)
Bell Pepper - finely chopped (I used about 1/4 C)
Onion - finely chopped (I used about 1/4 C)
1 Can of Cream of Mushroom or Cream of Chicken if you're not a mushroom fan (I used Cream of Chicken AND Mushroom - didn't even know it existed!)
Diced Pimentos (I used about 1/2 of a 4oz jar)
Velveeta or Shredded Cheddar Cheese, whatever you're feeling (I was feeling Velveeta and it was delicious - I used about a cup or so cubed)
Seasoned Salt, Ground Red Pepper, Salt, and Pepper (to taste)

Obviously I didn't use exact I said, I improvised. It made about 2-4 servings and I think next time I'll double the recipe because leftovers would be pretty good in my opinion. Also, I think it would be just as good with a can of Rotel if you didn't have fresh veggies on hand.


Cook the chicken and tear it or cut it into chunks. Cook the pasta and drain. Then just mix all of the ingredients in a bowl. It really doesn't get much easier than that.

Pour into a baking dish, cover with foil, and bake for 45 minutes at 350 degrees.

It is seriously SO good. Way better than it looks. 

If you don't believe me, just ask Harrison. He apparently agrees!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Where's Waldo? And other randomness.

Except we're not naming her Waldo.

Harrison loves to find his baby sister. Or maybe he just loves to find my bellybutton, whatever. (Which is getting pretty easy these days because it's starting to poke out already.) I cannot STAND the feeling of having my bellybutton poked, but I just can't seem to resist those baby giggles!

Over the weekend my mom painted the baby's nursery. I LOVE it! I'm so excited to see it come together. The bedding should be here in a couple of weeks and then I have a few more finishing touches to make, and then I'll share the pictures.

We're also in the process of organizing the play room. We moved our TV armoire in there to house the overflow of toys -- it seriously lowers my blood pressure to have them put up and out of sight. They don't stay put up and out of sight for long but I feel better to know that everything has a place at least!

We bought a new-to-us TV armoire for our living room off of Craigslist. They are now virtually impossible to find in stores since the trend is to have huge flatscreen TVs with the large wall units, but our living room has a niche and it was either find an armoire or switch to a TV stand. I'm all for things that close -- especially since a certain little somebody loves to touch and break everything in sight -- so I kept an eye out for the listings on Craigslist. I have to admit it can be slightly addicting! I've never been a huge Craigslist shopper but now that I've found the baby's crib, dresser, and now TV armoire on there I'm a pretty big fan. We got a really great deal, which is good because we had a pretty small budget.

I am also trying to get everything else around the house organized. I don't know if it's the nesting instinct kicking in a little early since in the back of my mind I know bedrest might be in my future, but I'm glad the motivation is coming from somewhere. It obviously didn't come from my New Year resolutions since it's almost March - ha! I started to tackle the closets last night and emptied probably 3/4 of my stuff out. It was full of business suits and dressier stuff and pumps that I haven't even touched in almost a year and a half. I don't know if I should donate them or store them up in the attic? I hate to get rid of my entire work wardrobe since it was not cheap, but I hate that somebody else could be getting use out of it when I may not ever again. By the time I go back to work will it even be in style (or even fit...)? I also realized that my wardrobe is in serious need of some help. I haven't shopped for non-maternity, non-career stuff in a reeeeally long time and I feel completely at a loss for having any type of fashion sense. I'm at that age where I don't want to dress too old but it's also becoming pretty obvious that the Hollister short shorts and tank tops need to be retired, ha!

Friday, February 18, 2011


It was late, flirting with Harrison's bedtime, and he was very cranky because of it. I got him unbuckled from his seat and out of the car and pointed up and said, "Look, Harrison! That's the moon."

In an instant, his tears gave way to a wide-eyed, open-mouthed smile as he looked up in wonder at the moon and stars for the first time in his short little life. You could tell that he was awe-struck by this new dimension that he had never discovered before. I sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and he happily clapped along and then snuggled into my neck, all the while staring at the beauty of the clear night sky.

As I lay in bed that night, I reflected on that special moment I shared with him. Getting to see life through his eyes is truly a wonderful blessing and it tickled me that he had never thought to look up at the sky before. But in toddler logic, why would he? How would he know anything existed outside of what he's already been introduced to before?

And then it struck me.

Am I looking up as often as I should be?

To what I believe -- to what I know -- exists without a shadow of doubt?

To the One who loves, to the One who saves, to the One who redeems?

Or do I get caught up in the busyness of life and only focus on the ground in front of me?

Am I trusting His promises and placing all my faith in Him, or am I carefully watching and planning my every step as each foot hits the pavement?

Am I intentionally and faithfully looking up to His kingdom, or am I blinded by my own finite world?

Do I seek to serve Him, or do I seek to serve myself?

Do I take enough time to adore, admire and worship Him and stop to relish in the splendor of His creation, or am I consumed with trivial things like stuff and stress and worry? And a clean house and crossed-off to-do list?

As much as I wish I could answer yes to these questions, I have to say that it's a struggle to keep God as my number one priority all of the time. It hurts to admit that, because I so want to have unwaivering passion and wonder and awe for my Lord. I want to be wholly captivated by Him. But I'm selfish. And I'm ashamed. I'm broken. Aren't we all?

But the beauty of it is that even as undeserving as I am of His grace and love and mercy, He still covers me in His grace and love and mercy. I could never measure up to giving Him the perfect love and respect He deserves because I am far, far, far from perfect. But Jesus was. And because of Him, I have been rescued. I have been reconciled. I am perfect in His eyes, through His son. There is such peace in that truth.

I love that He chose my one year old son to gently remind me to steer my focus upward. And I am comforted to know that even when I fail to look up as often as I should, He will still always be there, waiting for me patiently and loving me unconditionally.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The case of the missing keys.

Monday was just one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. One of those days where we could have made enough figurative lemonade to last us a really long time...

It started off stressful when Rick couldn't find his car keys. He was really needing to go into work early and so at 4:30 am we were turning the house upside down searching high and low for them. He's usually not one to misplace things, so we narrowed the cause down to 2 things: our mischievous son, or they were lost at the grocery store. Sunday night we had all gone to HEB together and he had his keys with him so he could lock the front door while my keys were already in the ignition. We thought maybe they somehow fell out in the parking lot, so after we couldn't find them anywhere at the house Rick headed back to the grocery store to see if anybody had turned them in. They didn't open until 6am, so he had to wait in the parking lot for 20 minutes just to find out that no, nobody had turned them and they were still nowhere to be found.

I continued searching while he came home to take my car to work. By this time it was almost 7 and he got stuck in rush hour traffic. He went to turn on a CD, but Monday was unfortunately the day that the CD player in my car decided to quit working. Yay.

I got Harrison up and turned on the TV so I could get my 2 minutes of snuggle time in with him. (Is it sad I use the TV to bribe cuddles out of my kid? Ha.) I started flipping channels and every channel was black. I tried to turn the TV off but it was frozen. Apparently Monday was also the day that the TV decided to quit working, too. Double yay.

The rest of the day kind of went like that. The locksmith was supposed to show up at 1pm, and of course didn't. We learned that our Honda has an anti-theft chip in the key that makes it to where only our key can start our car, and to get a replacement key was not going to be as simple or as cheap as we were hoping. Rick had to rush home to come get me for my doctor appointment since I had no transportation, and I already told you the not-so-great news we heard while we were there. The locksmith finally showed up around 5:30, and $310 later we had a new key.

Yes. You read that right.

Not a typo.


Kind of makes me want to vomit.

We were so thankful for Jeff & Katie who offered (insisted) to keep Harrison for us so we could go out to eat for Valentine's Day. After our terrible day, we were desperately in need of some decompression time alone together. Of course we joked that maybe we should have just decided to stay home for Hot Dog Night as originally planned and not chance the risk of getting t-boned in traffic and be left with zero transportation, ha! Luckily the rest of the night was fairly uneventful in the drama department and I happily devoured chips and queso and my favorite burrito dinner from one of my favorite Mexican restaurants. Great end to a bad day if you ask me.


Last night I was filing our taxes and needed to ask Rick a printer question, so he came into our bedroom to help me out. Through the monitor we heard Harrison's lullaby music start playing, so we knew he was in his bedroom touching things he isn't supposed to touch (go figure!). Rick went to check on him, and I heard him scream,

 "OH. MY. GOSH!!!!!! Kelsey, COME HERE!"

Obviously I ran in there as fast as I could because Rick rarely gets worked up about things. My stomach was in knots about what I was going to be walking in to.

And this is what I walked in to:

Hey, Mom & Dad!

This toy is a lot of fun.

What? You've been looking for these?

I seriously have NO idea where he had them stashed. Rick and I both tore our house apart looking for them, and I checked all of Harrison's hiding places multiple times. Obviously I don't know about all of Harrison's hiding places...

Rick kept saying, "I want to cry right now."

I just honestly had to laugh. I think maybe I'm going a little nuts.

We'll just have to take it out of his future allowance. Which when you consider the time value of money I think he's really going to regret being such a little thief. I think as far as his Dad is concerned, it means he'll never, ever, EVER be getting an allowance. Ha!

And who says girls are more expensive??

Wordless Wednesday

{Don't judge makes the perfect shelf!}

Monday, February 14, 2011

FDP take 2, and a ute drama update.

Saturday was our second Fancy Dinner Party and it was our turn to host. I've gotta say that Amy brings the pressure. After tasting what she prepared last month and seeing how beautifully she presented it all, I was a little intimidated. I'm glad to report that everything was a yummy success and we all had a lot of fun!

I finally decided on filet mignon with a wine reduction sauce for the main course. I also served salad, garlic mashed potatoes, fresh sauteed green beans, carrots, and dinner rolls. Amy made a de-lish red velvet cake from scratch. And then we all got our eat on!

Breakfast table set...for dinner.  *sigh*

The Real Deal right here, folks.


and more sides.

Amy's not-so-pretty but oh-so-scrumptious red velvet cake

The crew. I had to take a picture from behind Steven because he's wearing a disgusting OU shirt again.

My lively co-host. Ha!


I had a follow-up appointment with my OB today. I had another ultrasound and I just love getting to sneak a peek at my beautiful baby girl! We saw her moving around and even saw her yawn -- soooo precious. Everything looks great with her, but unfortunately my darn placenta is incredibly stubborn and not at all cooperating with my plans. Pretty rude, right? It hasn't budged at all since my last scan 4 weeks ago and so I am still classified as having complete placenta previa, which is the least favorable scenario of the condition. The technician and my doctor aren't very optimistic that it will correct itself at this point. When I asked Dr. Klein for the percentage chance (you know me!) that it could still be a non-issue he would only say, "'s not zero...". Obviously not the news we were hoping for.

The easiest, simplified explanation is this: picture the uterus as a balloon. Before the balloon is inflated, you draw a small circle on the end with a marker. This represents the placenta - once it attaches to the uterus it doesn't "move" per se, but as the balloon inflates, the location of the circle can change depending on how the balloon expands. At this point, my uterus is already fairly "inflated", so the chance of the placenta "moving" enough to make a difference is pretty slim.


I go back to see him in 4 weeks and to do my diabetes test, but I won't have another scan until week 30 (about 7 weeks away) unless I have any bleeding. So I guess until then I will continue to try to take it easy and pray that I fall in the "slightly greater than zero" statistic group with the obliging placentas that migrate on up and out of the way. As much as I do not want a c-section, I will gladly take one if it means getting Miss H here safely. I fully trust my doctor and know I'm in great hands. I am much more worried about the other risks which include things like hemorrhaging and pre-term delivery, which no doctor can prevent. Of course I fully trust my God and know I'm in the BEST of hands, but it is still very scary when things like "survival rates" are discussed. Obviously your prayers are so very much appreciated!

My Baby Valentine

Does it make me a bad mom that I didn't buy Harrison anything for Valentine's Day? I thought about it, but honestly he's too young to understand the concept and I didn't feel like wasting money on yet another toy or stuffed animal. So instead I gave him what he loves most:

A "ca-ca"! That's by far his most favorite word, and he uses it to describe not only crackers (which are like baby crack to him) but also any other food he really likes. Heart-shaped chocolate chip pancakes included.

Oh, and I guess I did get him a little something. He's also got a love for straws, so I picked up a cheap package of heart-twirly ones.

A ca-ca and a straw. Simple, but the key to my baby's heart.

I cooked myself a nice little breakfast too. And I got syrup. I'm special like that. Or maybe it's just because I wouldn't immediately rub it in my hair like a certain little someone?

I'm looking forward to celebrating with the Hubster when he gets home from work. You know -- Hot Dog Night! :)

Hope you all have a great Valentine's Day!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Sorry ladies, he's already taken.

Rick: So what do you want to eat for dinner on Valentine's Day?

Me: I don't know. What do you have in mind?

Rick: I'm gonna cook you dinner. Anything you'd like.

Me: Really?!

Rick: Yeah. I was thinking hot dogs. Maybe even chili dogs, if you're lucky. You know what they say: every girl likes a good weiner.

Me: ::giant eye-roll::

Apparently I'm married to an 8th grade boy. But you know what? I wouldn't trade him for anything. :)

Friday, February 11, 2011

I'm not sure he owns enough toys.

So, remember when I said I was compromising with the playroom concept under the condition that I wouldn't have copious amounts of toys flooding through my house?


The Sea of Toys

Joke's on me.

Hey Mom, wanna go swimming?

I had just cleaned up all of his millions of toys during his nap party-in-the-crib this morning. After lunch, he went in there and happily got out a couple of toys and was having a good ol' time playing away. Two minutes later from the across the house in my bathroom, I heard a reeeally loud CRASH. I winced, but was relieved when I didn't hear any baby screams follow. I was afraid of what I was going to walk into, but once I made it out of my bedroom I realized he was in the playroom and he must have dumped out his blocks, which is his new favorite activity. He's upped it up a notch lately, and likes to drag them into the kitchen before he dumps them. It apparently makes a much cooler sound on the tile. Yay for me.

I didn't do it, I swear!

Okay, maybe I did. Hehehe!


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Apparently he digs Peggy Sue.

I've been meaning to post this for a while but haven't had the chance. In other words, I've been too lazy to upload the video off of my camera, ha! Harrison cracks us up pretty much on a daily basis with his killer dance moves. The kid LOVES music and we get lots and lots of entertainment watching him love it. Sometimes, though, it gets the best of him. The poor boy has real passion for dancing but his coordination and balance can't quite keep up...

Monday, February 7, 2011

A heartfelt note.


I would appreciate it very much if you didn't send me emails titled "What Happened To Your Body?".  What happened to my body,, is that it created, grew, and birthed a full-sized human being, thankyouverymuch. Something tells me that the women who have gone through this process don't really need to be reminded that our bodies will never quite be the same level of firmness and perkiness that they once were. We also certainly don't need you to ask if we're having trouble shedding all of that baby weight. I would also like to point out that the state and condition of my lady parts is not one I need you to educate me about, mmkay? I actually do not wonder if said parts will "ever get back to normal" and I don't know who you've been talking to, but I can in fact still "tell when I need to go pee." I sincerely hope that you didn't send this email out to any first-time-moms-to-be, because I'm pretty sure after reading it they would all wonder why in the heck they ever decided to get pregnant in the first place. I think these poor ladies have enough to worry about without your PSA on the not-so-glamorous aspects of childbirth. I appreciate your willingness to educate, but sometimes too much information is, well, too much information. Especially the picture slide show of "real post-baby bellies." Nobody wants to see that. Just saying.

Thank you for your concern, but I am A-OK with my post-baby body. Or at least I'm in denial about it. Either way, mind your own business.

Thanks, and have a nice day!

Yours truly,


Thursday, February 3, 2011

A snow day...without the snow.

Some of my very favorite childhood memories were when my mom would wake me up for school and tell me to go look out the front door. I would stumble to the living room and through my sleepy eyes I would see the most spectacular thing a girl could wish for: a thick layer of gorgeous snow covering everything in sight! It meant staying home and playing in the yard and building snowmen and sledding down hills and of course, best of all: NO SCHOOL. Score!

Obviously I didn't grow up in south Texas.

Since moving here, it has only snowed a handful of times and only stuck to the ground once. When there is even a slight chance of a winter storm (or as the local media has been reporting: BREAKING NEWS: ARCTIC BLAST! BRACE YOURSELVES, HOUSTONIANS, BECAUSE WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!) people tend to get themselves into a little bit of a frenzy. Many businesses and schools have already shut down and not one single drop of precipitation has fallen out of the sky. Grocery stores are a nightmare. It's kind of hilarious.

Well, it was kind of hilarious. Up until our power went out yesterday for the majority of the morning. I woke up confused, because there wasn't any snow or rain falling. So why on earth did we have no electricity? I thought maybe it was because of the wind, but nope. Apparently the "rolling blackouts" were an intentional effort to conserve energy in preparation for the storm to come and for those in north Dallas who had already been hit. Wow. How nice of me to give away my electricity so selflessly. Ha!

I'm not going to lie -- I was NOT a happy camper. I was actually battling a stomach virus (round 3 in this pregnancy, for those of you keeping count) and dealing with feeling like death while having to take care of Harrison (he didn't seem to care that Momma was sick) all with no electricity was definitely not an easy feat. I had forgotten just how dependent I am on power (Embarrassingly enough, I actually tried to turn on the TV to check the news about the power outage...I'm just going to blame that one on pregnant brain, ha!). I did feel a twinge of relief that I couldn't cook anything for breakfast since I couldn't even stomach the thought of cooking anything for breakfast. But then I realized I couldn't even pop a Eggo into the toaster. So Harrison got what he dreams of for every meal:  A couple of cereal bars, some goldfish, and a bunch of crackers...all while he roamed free dropping his crumbs throughout the house. He was in heaven (and so was Sydney). Of course I just blamed it on the power outage and not at all on my inability to take proper care of my child. Mommy guilt eradicated! :) Luckily, Rick was also dealing with no electricity at work and was able to come home to rescue me. I didn't leave the couch for the rest of the day. SO glad to say I'm feeling a million times better now!

Today Harrison and I are just hanging out at the house and enjoying the cold, snuggly weather. I do have to admit that I'm pretty excited at the prospect of snow. Harrison has never experienced it and I think he would have a great time chunking some snowballs. There's a chance for sleet and snow this afternoon and an even better chance tomorrow morning, so we're keeping our fingers crossed.

Pretty crazy that it was 80 degrees one day and 30 degrees the next. Here are a few bunch of pictures of our trip to the park on Monday. Shorts and sandals in January? Only in Texas.

Look at how fast I can run!

Sorry, Mommy. I can't stay.

I have much more important things to do.

Like hit the slides...

And play with rocks...

And my VERY favorite -- swinging!


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