After watching several blogs undergo beautiful transformations, I started hunting for a fresh, updated look for this blog. While I did find a sweet template, quite a few of my photos were thrown off. And I still want to make a header with multiple photos...can anyone enlighten me because Googl.e hasn't. :)
In the Baby News Department, Baby Girl continues to grow and kick. She is definitely dancing inside! To my disbelief, I have officially entered the final trimester. My nerves continue to grow. The baby's room is finally getting organized. One of the stressful details has been sorting the clothes. I found a wonderful do-it-yourself idea on a blog, speedily went to Michael's, and copied and used it to separate Baby Girl's ever growing wardrobe. Ah, much better...
In the Random Useless News department, my dear hubby took me to our state fair on Saturday. Having gone many times to the Calif.ornia Stat.e Fair, I wanted to see how Ken.tucky compared. Unfortunately, I have to cast the vote for my home state. But the Ken.tucky fair had its share of weirdness. The "big food" item this year is a Krisp.y Kre.me Bur.ger. Ugh. The photo below probably doesn't do it justice: think of a regular cheeseburger, except instead of buns, there are 2 Krisp.y Kr.eme Doughnuts holding the heart attack (I mean burger) together. There was quite a line in front of the stand!
Today is also my birthday. The past few years have felt bittersweet due to infertility. Strangely enough, while my heart feels joy at the new life inside, relief seems to overshadow everything. Last year I thought my first birthday as a mother would feel more complete, more right, etc. Instead, there is relief that the IF chapter has been solved (for now) mixed with a bit of apprehension of what next year's birthday will be like ("come on, hubby, we need another diaper before we go out for my birthday drink at Star.bucks!"). As always, every birthday reminds me to thank God for another year of life. We have known friends and even family who have died young, so I try to look at that side of the coin rather than my wrinkles.
To see just how old I really am, check out the hidden clubhouse at Disney.land that I must see before kicking the bucket someday. RyanAnn and Jeremiah should know what this is right away:
