Pregnancy #2 {30 Weeks}

Time is tricky. I'm always wishing it away and yet I can't believe how quickly it eludes me.  It never fails to  amaze me when I look back over a stretch of time and realize how short a duration it really seems. This is especially true of momentous events in my life. My wedding day, seriously a blink of an eye. My 4 year stent at USU while I earned my degree. My pregnancy with Miles and his subsequent birth. All of which now seem like mere minutes in the scheme of things.

And now here we are, nearing the finish line of this second pregnancy and I can't seem to account for the time. Where has it gone? How is it possible that we are already only 10 short weeks away from enjoying the snuggles of our sweet new bundle?

From where I sit right now 10 weeks feels a long way off. Especially since this time around my body feels a little less than up to the task of expanding any more. But I know when those weeks have past I will once again question the warp speed at which time seems to pass. 

I've never thought of myself as old and when I look around I still assume many people my age are actually older than I am. I'm not sure why?  Anyway, right now I sure feel old. My body feels broken down and exhausted a lot of the time.  Overall I probably shouldn't complain as much as I do, but there are some days that I'm not sure  the human body was really meant to be pushed so far.  I think the biggest culprit is this time I have the additional requirement/blessing of chasing a 3 year around.  Not to mention I probably didn't do enough crunches in before getting prego again.  

In other news. My doctor up and decided that she wanted to switch hospitals.  Yea, terribly inconvenient.  Right now she works with St. Mark's and that is where we have been gearing up to deliver. Then a few weeks ago she informed us that she will now be working with Salt Lake Regional.  I have been given the option to follow her and deliver at Salt Lake Regional or choose another doc at the clinic I currently go to and still deliver at St. Mark's. Hmmm...decisions, decisions.  

Let's break it down. St Mark's is a larger hospital, has a Level III NICU, but is farther from our house (takes us about 40 minutes to get there). Salt Lake Regional is closer (by about 20 minutes), is a much smaller facility, is a much older facility, and has NO NICU (which totally freaks me out).  I've been mulling it over for a few weeks and have had a hard time deciding. You see, the problem is I really like my doctor. She's kinda awesome, but I just couldn't get on board with Salt Lake Regional. 

I've been praying about it. No clear answer. Prayed some more. Had a few Dove Dark Chocolates (insert Homer Simpson moan) all of which the wrapper informed me that "I am exactly where I'm supposed to be." Hmmm...coincidence? Then my mom called me and said she was talking to someone who does work at Salt Lake Regional and He said if it was his family he wouldn't deliver there. His wife has delivered at St. Mark's and had an awesome experience(s). Score. Just what I'd been looking for, some one with first hand experience with both facilities.  Long story short. I get to have an uncomfortable chat with my doc and tell her I have decided to stay and deliver at St. Mark's. Phew, glad that's decided.

I guess it would have just been easier to deliver at the U. I mean I work there so it has a major convenience factor, but I couldn't wrap my head around having 5ish med students (probably male) taking a peak in order to learn a few things. No, I think I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

Bird Houses and Sandboxes

Summer has been in full swing around these parts. It went from mid-50's and raining to sun shiny skies and 88 degree temperatures.  We have been spending some serious time outside enjoying our awesome (well at least it will be one day) back yard.  

Since I have to work this whole week Aunt Morgan was nice enough to make the hour trip to watch Miles for a few days so he wouldn't have to live at daycare all week. She stopped at Grandma's house before she headed our way and was sent with a "project" for Miles.  He has loved helping me paint around the house, which is both adorable and frustrating, so he was very excited to get to paint his own house all by his big-boy self.

 He initially thought a blue bird house would be best, but then decided that the birds might like a red one too.

So after touching up all sides of his first house with blue paint he moved on to the next house.

He also decided that the first brush he tried was not completing the job to his standards and insisted on trying another.

I actually managed to catch his cuteness on video.

When we bought our house we inherited a sandbox. It was kind of a mess at first; full of leaves from the fall and then the sand was all packed together thanks to snow and rain. But after a good weeding, de-leafing, and raking (not to mention a fresh bag of sand from G-ma) it was looking pretty good.  

Having a sandbox, in some form or another, is almost a right of passage in childhood and Miles has thoroughly enjoyed his time out there.  It is without a doubt one of his favorite things to do when we are outside. The kid loves to get his dig on.  

Unfortunately, sand is a very good hitch-hiker and always seems to find it's way into my house.

I cannot for the life of me keep my floor free of the gritty stuff. No matter how many times I sweep I still feel it's ill effects on the bottom of me feet; what can I say I'm a barefoot kinda gal when it comes to walking around my house. 

Since I can't ban sandbox play, I mean what kind of mother would I be? I must tip my hat to that pesky sand and say, "well played sand - you've won this battle, but I will find a way to beat you."

Our House {Bathroom Sneak Peek}

.:Motherhood:.

I saw this quote on Pinterest and thought it was too good not to share here too.

How To Really LOVE Motherhood

Remember to breathe deepley & often. Name those feelings as they fly through your heart.

When your children are beastly & scream I HATE YOU (&they will) think of the warm sweetness of their tiney bodies when they were just new.  THIS TOO SHALL PASS & far too quickly.  Let the dishes pil up & have a party instead. Laugh A LOT.  Go puddle jumping and cloud busting.  Build forts & climb trees. Spend rainy days in bed snuggling and sunny days outside adventuring.  Sing loudly & off-key. Dance like maniacs! Butterfly kissess & bear hugs cure broken hearts. Tell them they can do anything. Tell yourself too. Now believe it.

And don't forget to breathe...

I'm ashamed to admit that I often forget what a blessing it is to be a mother.

Those tiny arms around my neck, little lips on my cheeck and a sweet little voice

proclaiming "I love you, Mom".  It will be gone before I know it, it will be over before I can catch my breath

and I will be sad for the days that I didn't spend making memories. 

I have been trusted with these sweet spirits, these angelic children of God.

Why worry about dishes when I can play with angels?