Yum - Peas and Noodles!..... (and a cheesie grin)

So good for my heart...

Elvis spotted in Lakewood, Ohio!!!!

He did not try to hide himself! No songs were performed (rumors that the youth pills he has been taking have ruined his voice must be true). But there were spontaneous hip gyrations on occasion when he let his guard down.

His burly body guard kept a close eye on him and seemed to have to help him stand quite often. But even in his weakened state - he looked marvelous! It was a magical night that ended way too soon!

Melts my heart....

YOU
by Fisher

It’s late now
Time to sleep
Close your eyes
Go to dreams

Clouds on walls
And blue skies
Mommy’s sun,
her moon, her stars

And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live

Your smiles
Well they make my day
You don’t know it yet
But you’re everything

This little song – well
It’s for you
These lovely years
here with you

And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live


And you
You make me run
And you
You make me want to live
For you

Getting so big...

I am just amazed at how much he has grown.

Four weeks

Sixteen weeks

Thirty two weeks

What a joy he is in our lives. We are truly blessed!

Six months already!!!

He's getting soooo big!!!!! I still can not believe he is ours. I had joked at the hospital, "Are you sure we get to take the pretty, calm baby home?" He is so good for my heart!

he's very ticklish

quick to laugh

gabby in the morning and when he gets picked up from the sitter's

makes this "Goy, goy, goy" sound when you put his bink in his mouth (not sure if he is saying Oy, Oy, Oy or Oink, Oink, Oink - either way - it's cute)

and if he gets remotely fussy (which is close to never) - just sing "3 Little Birds" to him - and he calms right down

Oh - I so love this little boy!

I promise...

Someday you'll like solid food. I just can't feed you pizza now - you have to start slow. And yes - when I say slow - I mean bland.

Found my feet!!!

So good for our hearts....

I don't think there is a day that goes by where Jeremey or I don't tell Marshal how good he is for our hearts. His smiles, his boo boo lip, the way he stretches his neck up when he's falling asleep, how impatient he gets for his milk, how he loves his tubby time, how he holds his hands as if he's praying...

Photo shoot.....

I always laughed at my sister for the gazillion pictures she takes of her boys. Amazed that they don't see permanent spots! But - now that Marshal is here - I understand her sickness. I love trying to capture his smile, his yawns, his fussy face... I love my little boy!

He's Here!!!!

I have been so bad about not coming here and posting throughout my pregnancy. It was so hard to just live day to day without losing my mind. The closer we got - the worse my fears became.

BUT I'M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE - MARSHAL HAS ARRIVED! Born 12/31/2008 at 10:05am, 9 pounds 15.5 ounces, 21.5 inches long. That first gurgle will be held in my heart forever. He's perfect!

This kid is going to be grounded!!!!

So - we went in on Monday for a normal check-up. Doc pokes to make sure everything is where it belongs - and then goes for the doppler. After about 5 minutes with no heartbeat - the doppler's batteries die. So - he grabs another one. Ten minutes later - and after feeling like I've been hit by a bat in my gut - still - no luck. "Let's go to ultrasound" Of course - I'm am praying - but not really the right way...."You better not do this to me again... You better not do this to me again..." It takes 5 minutes for the ultrasound machine to power up - another 5 minutes to find the gel. Then there is Peapod - hanging out - heart fluttering away. I think Jeremey and I aged about 20 years in that half hour of time.

Dear Peapod - You little booger! You scared the b-goodness out of me and your father! I'm sure you'll do this through-out your life. Let's just do it AFTER you get here. We love you!

It's not my imagination....

-there is a baby in there! Our first official appointment for Peapod went great. Got to see the little "shrimp" and hear the heartbeat - strong at 164 beats. We go back on June 23rd - or sooner - if WE need it. Dr. R has made it clear that he's going to do whatever it takes to help us get through the next 7 months with our sanity. If he could just make the time go faster....

A day in the life...

of me at 5 weeks, 5 days...... It's 5:30am already? Uh oh - gotta puke again. Please - don't even say the word "eggs". It's only 10am? I soooo need a nap. Lunch? Uh oh - gotta puke again. Please tell me it's 5pm! Finally home - try to cook dinner - what is that smell? Uh oh - gotta puke again. Yes - I know it's only 7:30pm - and yes - I know I just got home an hour and a half ago - but I am going to sleep.


Wouldn't trade this for the world!


Dear Peapod,
You must be getting bigger - cause Mommy's getting sicker! I really don't care. You keep getting bigger and stronger! Mommy and Daddy are so excited you are here. The next 7 1/2 months are going to go by so slow! We love you! Love, Mommy

Don't look, don't look, don't look...

On May 2nd - I turned 35. The "evil" age for a woman trying to conceive. It puts you into the group "Advanced Maternal Age". I woke up that morning - knowing it was test day. I spent most of the night before convincing myself that there was no way I was pregnant - I was late due to stress - and getting my hopes up was just going to bring another cut on my heart. So - I begrudgingly went ahead and POAS [peed on a stick]. I forced myself to look away... Don't look, don't look, don't look... A quick glance at one minute.... Is that a faint second line? Don't look, don't look, don't look.... Three minutes can sometimes feel like an eternity. Once those three minutes were done - I picked up the stick....

TWO LINES = TWO SOULS.

Dear Peapod - We are so happy that you are here. I know Jack told you all about us. I will do everything I can to help you grow big and strong. We love you!
Love, Mommy