So this little man will be joining us shortly, and I must say I'm very excited to meet him. He likes to have a dance party every evening in my belly around 9:30, and he really enjoys the move where he burrows into what's left of my bladder. I think he's going to be an awesome and easy going little fellow, but again, is that me just hoping? I'm not certain I can take any more strong willed personalities in this family between Ella and her father (and my father), although I love it and admire it and know it will take my oldest far in life. And Amelia, everyone loves her. She's my social butterfly. I'm learning that now that I'm home with just her and Ella is gone. She wants someone to play with her all the time. She prefers people over things. Her smile and that dimple... they still melt my heart. I can't believe she just turned 4 (more to come on that too in a later post). We're all ready to meet this addition to our family. The poor little guy, I am so excited to dress him in bow ties and little man hats. I figure I better dress him like that while I can, before he gets a say in the matter.
The photos above are of his nursery. Shaun did a wonderful job on the board and batten wall treatment. I'm hoping to do that in some of the other rooms in the house too, but for now we will stick with this as a start. And we're going with a vintage aviation theme, hence the airplane art you see on the walls. And you may also have noticed we have his name on the wall art too. The girls are already calling him baby Alex, and Shaun is so very proud to be carrying on the Calderwood name using the name of his great grandfather x4 who joined the church and came to America from Scotland. His name was Alexander Earl, and he has left quite a legacy of Calderwoods. Shaun's dad was the oldest, and Shaun is the only son in his family, so he really feels like it's an honor to carry on this family name. As much as I dislike the name Earl, I suppose there is something pretty special about coming from a long line of family members with that middle name (though I won't hold it against Alex if he wants to put an end to that family tradition). I have always loved the name Alex, and so I'm fine with it. Alex is a good strong name, and I've never met an Alex I didn't like. I would love to have another son and name him Grayson Williams (Williams being my maiden name), but alas, I do not see that in the cards for us. I'm about 99.3% sure this is all she wrote, but I'm leaving a window (a very very tiny window) open for whatever God has in store. Pretty sure He'll be okay if we're done though... I'll check with him later on that subject.
So before I close, just a few reminders to my future self in case I decide I want to do this pregnancy thing again:
1. I do not make a very attractive pregnant lady. I swell EVERYWHERE. I can't seem to find a way to sit, stand, sleep or do anything comfortably.
2. I have never been to the bathroom so many times in my life. Seriously, it's like once an hour, maybe more.
3. Even though I've only gained 25 pounds during this pregnancy (vs. 40 with both of my others), I still feel larger than life, quite literally. There are so many awkward and uncomfortable things about having a belly this large. I'll spare you all the details and you should be thanking me profusely for that.
4. People think they can say whatever they want to you when you're pregnant: like, "Wow, you're huge!" Or, "Hey, are you sure that's not twins?" I get this later remark at least once a week. You'd think some type of filter might come in handy for these individuals, but apparently they were not blessed with a gift of filtering their comments. Inside voice... I want to smack the next person that asks if it's twins, or look at them and say, "Ya' know, I should probably go to the doctor and check. Maybe they missed that in the first 20 appointments I had." I know people don't mean anything by it, but it's extremely annoying (depressing if I'm in one of those moods). Some people are kind and say you "glow" but I think those are just the wise women who have been through it before and know that's really the only nice thing you can say.
5. I am always tired, and yet a 6 and 4 year old don't really understand or take sympathy with that. Because I have a blood disorder that makes me anemic all the time anyway, it just brings my blood count down even lower than it usually is, and exhaustion is a constant.
So remember future me, even though it's a wonderful blessing and something I will forever be grateful to have experienced, it's not that fun, especially at this point. But with all that being said, I am truly grateful to be a mother. I look forward to meeting our little boy in just two short weeks! I have grand hopes of bouncing back and being ready to run my first half marathon in just a short nine months. I may be crazy, but it's that hope and that goal that keeps me sane sometimes.
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