20 Weeks Picture Delayed

Who knew pregnant women were so picky? haha

Miranda and I wanted to put a 20 week picture on the blog tonight since she's 20 wks today. But, she apparently chose the wrong outfit and after the pictures were taken she didn't want me to use any of them.

She didn't like her hair...
She didn't like her bra lines...
She didn't like this...
She didn't like that...  HAHA

Bless her heart. Pregnancy hasn't changed her a bit. :) She's just as picky now as she was 5 months ago.

I guess I could look on he bright side - she picked me. Why? God only knows.

I'll try to get her to choose a better outfit in the next day or two so we can let all you anxious folks see her 20-weeks-and-growing belly.

For now, I'm gonna drop it like its hot. (aka, The End)

Peace




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Graduation and the Weekend

Well, graduation came and went. I received my diploma on Friday night and the ceremony went off without a hitch. Took about as long as I thought it would. Around 2 1/2 hours.

It was actually bitter-sweet. I'm going to miss all my friends. We spent 2 years together and we all got pretty close.

This weekend was pretty great. My wife's family came down. Her mom, sister, brother-in-law and their two munchkins. This weekend was the first time one of my nieces let me get within 5 feet of her without whining. She actually let me hold her a few times and she almost fell asleep in my lap.

I can't wait to have our little ones. *sigh*

I'll update again tomorrow. Stay tuned...




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Miracles

As of today, Miranda is 19 weeks. But, as the title says, I'm posting an 18 Weeks picture. 

Although it is a weeks late it still sums up the love we both have for our boys.

Lately I've been pondering (seriously this time) the word 'miracle.'

Websters defines the word 'miracle' as:

"An effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human or natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause; such an effect or event manifesting or considered as a work of god; a wonder or marvel." 

This definition is spot on. Not only is this pregnancy a miracle... its a miracle x2! To be expecting one child is a miracle. But to expect two at once is absolutely awe inspiring. Just to think about how these babies are conceived... how two cells multiply so rapidly to make and embryo, then a fetus, and ultimately a baby... how they don't even have to use their lungs while en utero... how their circulatory system basically runs backwards until they take their first breath then switches gears, does an about-face and goes the other way - closing valves that were open to bypass the lungs while in mommy's tummy... how squeezing through the birth canal compresses their little torsos and the recoil of exiting makes most of them breathe... and SO much more...

We have a good God. We have a great God. We have an all knowing God who is perfect in everything He's ever done and who made our reproductive process - from sperm and eggs to birth - so miraculous.

Think about it. Get a medical book on the A-Z's of reproduction. Read it and then, yes, let your mind ponder the thousands of miracles that take place with just ONE baby from start to finish. Get all that in your head and then multiply it by TWO and that's what He saw fit to bestow upon Miranda and I. Who are we to deserve these gifts? I don't know, but I'm suuure glad they're on their way!

On my knees in utter un-repayable thanks...

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Just Pondering...

Have you ever caught yourself pondering? I don't mean the 'quickie' ponder. And I don't really mean the ponder where you think about the same subject throughout the entire ponder session.

No, I'm talking about the type of pondering where you start out pondering something ordinary like "if I go make some pancakes, will I have any butter to put on them?" And from there you ponder "How did peanut butter get its name? I mean, 'butter'?...really?" And from there you ponder "how much butter did it take to coat the slip-n-slide when I watched that competition to see how far people could slide... I remember a little midget won." And from there you ponder "why it is that midgets heads are never in proportion to their bodies." And from there you ponder (or wonder) "if there are any midget truck drivers." And from there you ponder "the chances of the UPS truck delivering the baby stuff we ordered today."

Then, out of nowhere, you catch yourself. You realize you have been staring out into space for an unknown amount of time and you ponder what your original thought was - so you try to backtrack. You attempt to go backwards from Ponder 'Z' back to Ponder 'A' to get back to what you were originally pondering.

Eventually you succeed (sometimes). I just did. And I've come to the conclusion that I'm not even hungry anymore. Dang! And I really wanted those pancakes... 

Oh well. C'est la vie...

(Note: I've got nothing against midgets. They're all so cute.) 
 

Mother's Day 2010

Happy Mother's Day to All Mothers & Mothers-to-Be!

My gorgeous wife is a mommy-2-be so Mother's Day (MD) starts this year for us. She's begun her journey of motherhood and although our babies aren't here as of yet, why not celebrate?

She does have children...
She is (solely at this point) in charge of two lives other than her own...
She IS a mother.

So Happy Mother's Day, Miranda! I love you. :)


Also, I'd like to say Happy Mother's Day to MY mother. This is a woman that I'm proud to call 'mom.'
She gave me life back in March of  '77 and hasn't stopped mothering yet. No matter how old she or I get, I'll always be her boy and she'll always be my mother so I guess her continued mothering is to be expected. I'm 33 years old and she still calls on cold nights and asks if I've wrapped my outdoor water valves and left my water dripping. :)

She shielded my brother and I from a man that was initially called 'dad' but is now called Don, or simply a$$hole.

She struggled to work as a single mom for a few years to try and raise us and provide what we needed. She cried semi-regularly (not knowing that I heard her - or even sometimes witnessed) because the stress of it all was overwhelming. But she never gave up and we had everything we needed. We, including her, rarely got what we just simply wanted, but our needs were always met.

She then married a nice guy who we still call by his first name, Terry - but who is also our dad and one of my best friends. I think that's one of the best decisions she could have ever made.

She is a grandmother like no other and is about to be made a granny again x2.

She's constantly giving us things from her cabinets and home. We can't go to her home without leaving with something - from left-over spaghetti to curtains, from magazines to anything else she wants us to have.

We love you, mom. Thanks for all you've done to raise us. Thanks for all you're still doing to 'raise' us. And thanks for all you'll do tomorrow to 'raise' us. :)

I want to thank Miranda too... Thanks for feeding our babies. I wish I could help. You're doing a wonderful job. I love you.

Happy Mother's Day to ALL mothers and moms-2-be!