Baby 2 - Gender Reveal

I don't really have a lot to update on but I did want to share our gender reveal for anyone that doesn't follow my Instagram page and already know. So like all 7 people, this is for you.

Our ultrasound tech double sealed the gender results envelope for us, but then I realized I had to get the information to my sister somehow because she was the one putting together our reveal. Since we were in different cities and wouldn't get together until the weekend we couldn't figure out how to do that without ruining the surprise for someone. I ended up blindfolded, face-timing her the results. Blindly I opened both envelopes, flashed the paper in the general direction I thought my phone camera was in, and then sealed them back up again. And no, I wasn't tempted to peak! I enjoy making these memories and while I'll admit it was a little difficult not to leave the doctor's appointment knowing the gender it was definitely more fun this way.

With Mackenzie we did a balloon reveal and it was such a fun experience! A week later we gave our family the news by eating cupcakes with pink icing in the middle. I never thought that I would be planning two gender reveals in a six month time span so I had to scramble for ideas pretty quickly. This time we went with silly string cans (with the label covered) so it shoots out pink or blue silly string for us, and then popping balloons filled with colored confetti for our family. If anyone wants to see what a confetti reveal is there is a video on my IG.

Ironically enough, I went through the exact same guesses as I did with Mackenzie. I was convinced it was a girl at first, then I had a feeling it was a boy, then back to girl again. Just because this bean was actually growing in my tummy didn't mean I had any special super powers or vibes that I missed before. I really had no idea.

So, the reveal! My sister came over that afternoon with the goods. We ended up using our backyard because it was easier to let Mackenzie play in the house while we ran outside to do it. Last time, Allen and I were so nervous we definitely took our sweet time opening the balloon box. This time though I just kept thinking okay lets hurry this up, I have a weebee inside who could explode any second now! It was still very special but it definitely didn't have my full attention. I remember this making me feel a little sad, like the second baby is already getting jipped. I know tons of parents have more than one child and I'm sure they all have a freak out moment when they realize their attention will suddenly have to be split between the two of them. Anyway, once Mackenzie was content playing on her piano play mat (she's a future musical genius) we rushed outside to shoot silly string.

The wind carried my silly string so that's why Allen is so covered in pink. That, and maybe just because he realized he's now the dad of two girls and his life will forever be Barbies and baby dolls. We're both very excited though and are glad that our girls get to grow up together and be the best of sisters. I'm close to my sister and I couldn't imagine going through life without her.

For months we had been discussing possible name choices. Discussing actually means disagreeing, though. With Mackenzie, we had her name picked out and at the top of our name list for years. When we found out that she was a girl I think it took all of a day to agree that she would be named Mackenzie Marie. Marie is my middle name and for some reason we were drawn to naming her after me. Maybe it has to do with our struggle with infertility and the fact that we didn't even know if we would even be blessed with a baby. I don't know but it was an easy decision. Since Mackenzie was named after me I thought it would be nice to name the next child after Allen somehow. If it was a boy we thought giving him Allen's middle name/family name (Russell) would be cute. Since we're having a girl that obviously didn't work out so my next idea was using the same initials, ART. It took a little while for him to get on board with that idea but after awhile I think we're actually decided on Addison Rose. I think it matches Mackenzie Marie pretty well, too. Mackenzie means "son of a wise ruler" and Addison means "Adam's son". For some reason I just absolutely love the fact that both names were traditionally masculine names way back when. Then paired with an extra girly middle name and I'm in love! For some reason everyone always asks about possible nicknames. I don't get it, but I've also never had a nickname. Heather. Heat? No. Anyway we call Mackenzie Kenzie sometimes and I figure Addison can be Addie.

Okay, that's all for now. I leave you with a few recent pictures. It's weird, I have two different countdown (countups?) going on. Mackenzie is 12 weeks now and I am 23 weeks pregnant.

Alright.

Love love.

Heather

Double Blessed (and double stressed)

Oops! I can't believe so much time has passed since I've posted anything.

Mackenzie is two and a half months old now and doing great. She is still itty bitty, but is growing and starting to fill out so adorably. At her two month check up she grew 4 inches and weighed 9 lbs 7 oz. Her little tummy has definitely plumped up and she is beginning to get a little bit of baby fat on her thighs! I love it. She is showing more personality everyday and constantly makes us laugh. Waking up after a long nights sleep and evening bath time are her most favorite parts of the day. She is all smiles then! We're currently working on nap sleep training and sleep associations because even though she'll fall fast asleep in our laps the moment she gets moved to her bed she wakes up crying even though she is clearly exhausted. I'd love to hold her and cuddle her all day long while she naps but unfortunately that just isn't possible. It's obvious that she is much happier on days when she gets some nap time in as opposed to those when she fights sleep and turns super cranky. It's even more important to teach her how to nap on her own because… baby number two is on the way! When Mackenzie was born I was actually 11 weeks pregnant. There was so much going on at the time that we wanted to wait until after her birth to announce the news publicly. We also didn't want to take away any excitement from Mackenzie's homecoming. Now everyone knows the news, I was just being a slacker with blogging. Well, that and I also kind of didn't know what to write.

I've actually struggled for months with my thoughts and feelings on being pregnant. I've had some great highs, like feeling the baby kick, seeing the bean on the ultrasound for the first time, and thinking about how amazing it will be to have two kids that can grow up together as best friends. I've also had some extremely tough times, though. I was sick everyday for the entire first trimester, with the worst of my pregnancy sickness kicking in the very week that Mackenzie was born and we got to bring her home. I struggled a lot when we first discovered the news. I was really upset because for years we had tried to conceive and I never once got a positive test. I used to cry each time I received a negative pregnancy test and I knew that once I finally saw a positive test that I would cry then, too. They would be tears of joy for once, though. However, that wasn't how it happened. On Friday the 13th in September (I remember the date because, you know, it figures) I was sitting on the couch watching TV and just randomly started feeling a little nauseous. We had stopped trying to conceive after our last failed IUI months prior but for whatever reason I decided to use my last home pregnancy test. Maybe it's because it was just taking up room in the bathroom cabinet or maybe some intuition took over, I honestly have no idea why I decided to take a test but I did. Within just a few seconds two super dark lines appeared in the results window. I was in the middle of replacing the toilet paper roll when I glanced down and saw the lines appear. I remember literally dropping what I was doing and zombie walking straight into the office where Allen was working on the computer. I just busted the door open and held out the test to him. We were both in total shock. He laughed out of pure bewilderment. And... I cried. I couldn't believe that after all that time (and money) now was when I got my positive. We already had our baby on the way. Adopting Mackenzie was on our hearts and minds everyday and we were so excited and looking forward to her birth. We had been trying for two years to have a baby. A. As in, one baby. I suddenly felt completely overwhelmed and unequipped for the road ahead. After rushing out to the store to buy more tests to confirm (all unmistakably positive) I remember crying myself to sleep that night. Why couldn't I have any kind of normal path to mommy hood? Why did we have to go through all of those crappy fertility tests and medications if I was going to go on to get pregnant naturally? Why did this happen after we already decided on adopting? What are people going to think? How are we going to manage two babies only six months apart? We were already committed to Mackenzie and the thought of backing out of her adoption never crossed our minds. We were already in love with her and nothing was going to change that. I was upset that I couldn't enjoy (or at least manage) one baby experience at a time. I know getting pregnant after adopting has happened to people before but I didn't even get that. We got pregnant at the same time as adopting. I felt jipped. Instead of making the hubs run out at 3AM for an ice cream craving we were sleep deprived and figuring out middle of the night feedings. Instead of being pampered with foot massages or back rubs I just appreciated when I got some extra sleep. And a perk of adopting, instead of walking around with a newborn and absolutely no baby bump leftover afterwards I had a newborn plus an actual baby bump. I was being spit up on and throwing up my dinner all at the same time. 

Thankfully over time I did a lot of thinking and gained a bit of perspective on the situation. As I was very familiar, lots of couples struggle to have baby for much longer than we did. I realized that many of them would probably switch places with us in a heartbeat if they could. When we decided on adoption we heard the ever dreaded "once you adopt then you'll get pregnant" many times and just laughed it off telling them that at least two babies are better than no babies, of course never thinking that it was actually a possibility. After all, we were diagnosed with "unexplained infertility". If tons of medicines and fancy procedures didn't work for us then why would we possibly think that it would happen naturally just a few months later? We went on to assume that when it came time to think about a second baby we would have to revisit IUIs. We even acknowledged the possibility that we may never conceive and Mackenzie could actually be an only child. Fortunately that isn't the case anymore. We've been double blessed. Double blessed and double stressed! I only hope that we can manage to survive 2014. Babies can be difficult and two so close in age will no doubtably be a challenge. Whenever I start to panic I have to remind myself that people have twins or even triplets all the time and they manage to survive just fine. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones but even still, when Mackenzie is inconsolably fussy or screaming in my ear because she is so overtired I can't help but feel like I am probably going to go totally crazy. I felt guilty for a long time because I was more stressed out than excited for this pregnancy but I'm glad to be feeling better about things now. The further along this pregnancy gets the more exciting it is. Learning the gender tomorrow and beginning to decorate another nursery is exciting. Like we said when we first found out, if the worst of our troubles is that we have two babies so close together then we're doing pretty good. I've even accepted the fact that I will probably never leave the house ever again! I haven't even mastered taking Mackenzie out yet so I have no idea how managing two infants supposed to work. Like everything else, we'll figure it out and before no time it'll begin to feel natural. We're finally in the groove with Mackenzie and have successfully passed the six week survival period. Allen even commented recently that things are beginning to feel easier (easier, not to be confused with actually being easy) than when she was a newborn and that her adorable smiles make it that much more rewarding.

It's kind of humorous, actually. I really have to laugh at our situation sometimes. I was getting blood drawn at the doctor's office recently and the nurse asked if this was my first pregnancy. I said yes, but not my first baby. She just looked at me with a blank expression until I explained. Another time Allen and I were at one of Mackenzie's pediatrician checkups and we were discussing the fact that she has to get one of her ears re-tested. Before we told her that she was adopted the doctor asked us if we had any type of hearing loss in our family and Allen starts pondering his own family medical history. That type of thing seems to happen fairly often and generally doesn't bother me. It's usually comical. At Target the other day I could feel the checkout girl eyeing little Mackenzie and then checking out my bump. I wanted to shout that no, this isn't just post baby weight! At least not yet, lol. But yes, I try not to let the weird encounters like that bug me. That is until they say something stupid. Like how it's nice that we get to experience adoption as well as "having our own". Those words make me cringe. I know I've ranted about that before but it's incredibly annoying to hear. All of our children will be "our own" and they will be raised and treated like such. Just because we had one baby by adoption and one by pregnancy doesn't mean anything should be different. I've read that a lot of families with some adopted and some biological children hardly even remember which ones we're adopted and which weren't. They are all the same to them. I can already see that, too. Most days it doesn't even feel like Mackenzie isn't biological. She is just our little girl. Everyone is incredibly excited and supportive of us but I did get my first Instagram hater the other day. It was just some random nobody who thought it was necessary to track down my page and comment on a picture of Mackenzie and I. It was pretty upsetting to me but I feel like I dealt with it gracefully. And by gracefully I mean I deleted her rude comment, private messaged her a picture flipping her off, and then blocked her page.

The timing of this surprise pregnancy is actually rather fitting. Around the time we found out the news our church was doing a message series called Multiply. The notes said "sometimes it's good if things don't add up. When God is in the equation, we can end up with way more than we expected. Learn what can happen in our lives when we shift our thinking and start to Multiply." Apparently this wasn't talking about children but I still thought it was ironic. Even more ironic, one of the messages discussed how in order to multiply it must be blessed first. They were talking about tithing, but again it felt more personal. I got to thinking about my recent baptism. I couldn't remember when that happened so I started going back through my calendar. As it turns out, I was baptized on August 4th and we got pregnant at the very next opportunity. Just like they said, in order to multiply it must be blessed!

Currently I am almost 22 weeks and we're excited to find out the gender this weekend. The ultrasound was a few days ago but we're just waiting to open the results on Saturday. Seeing how big the little bean has grown was incredible and everything at the appointment went well so that was a relief. The tech spent a lot of time with us and she did an amazing job of pointing out all the awesome details for us to see. It was a great experience! Just a few months ago we were watching Mackenzie's ultrasound, only that time I was in the spectator chair. It was certainly interesting to be the one on the table with the warm gel on my stomach. I did get a call from the doctor afterwards though and apparently I have a low lying placenta and will need a follow up ultrasound in six weeks to make sure that it has moved up correctly. Until then I'm on "restriction" which means no lifting anything over 20 lbs, no exercising (no issue here, heh) or strenuous activity, and no sexy time. I did a little bit of research on the topic but it sounds like we'll just have to wait and see what it looks like at the next appointment to see if it's going to be a problem or not. Hopefully everything will turn out just fine.


A few quick notes about pregnancy so far...

Feeling the bean move is an amazing feeling. I started to feel it around 18 weeks and since then it's gotten stronger and more frequent. When Mackenzie is laying on my legs with her feet on my stomach the babies like to have a kicking war. This is the easiest way to feed her right now but pretty soon there won't be enough room. Speaking of feeding, formula feeding her has absolutely spoiled me.

Everyone says that my bump is tiny but I feel so full and fluffy. It's so round that I can't sleep (in my favorite sleeping position) on my stomach anymore.

Maternity jeans are fantastic. All pants should have a stretchy belly. I haven't actually even worn maternity clothes yet, this weekend will probably be the first time. My regular jeans are too snug to feel comfortable so I've been wearing leggings out and Victoria's Secret boyfriend pants at home.

I've never had a food craving this strong. I NEED FUNNEL CAKE. It's essential for my survival. I've been looking up recipes and even though I despise cooking I plan to make an attempt.

And labor still absolutely terrifies me.

Anyway, that's all for now. 

Love love.

Heather

Miss Mackenzie

Whew, it's been pretty crazy lately. I'm attempting to write this in 20 minute intervals between naps and feeding so if it's jumpy and random oh well. Right now I am actually two blog posts/updates behind so today I'm talking about the birth of our beautiful daughter, Mackenzie Marie.

Mackenzie's due date was November 13th. Around mid-October I had worked pretty hard to finish everything that needed to be done before her arrival "just in case" she came early. I figured with my luck she would make her appearance on Halloween or something. Thankfully she just missed Halloween and was born on October 27th. Even with all my prep work, there were some last minute things that needed to be done and general house cleaning that can easily fall behind.

That Sunday, Allen and I were out eating pizza for lunch and running a few errands together when we got the message that labor had started. Just minutes before we were actually joking about how she could be here any day now and if we were really totally ready for parenthood (is anyone, really though?). I don't even remember what went through my mind at that moment. Probably just shock that the time had finally come. We calmly and casually finished our lunch, Allen got a haircut, and we went shopping at Target. Then, when we got home the pandemonium began. We spent the next few hours frantically cleaning, vacuuming, working on laundry, windexing (because babies care about clean mirrors) and washing bottles and pacifiers.

A few hours later we packed up our "What to Expect the First Year" book (because I hadn't even started reading it yet and figured I should at least study the first chapter) and headed to the hospital for her delivery. This particular hospital always makes me feel a little uneasy to begin with. My mom has worked there for decades, my brother was born there, I volunteered there as a teenager, and my Dad had cancer treatments and surgeries there. There are just so many memories over the years at that place.

As far as Mackenzie's birth, our hospital experience was not an especially pleasant one. They claimed that they've done "lots of adoptions" but it sure seemed like the hospital was inexperienced and clueless. I even called ahead of time and confirmed that I needed to bring our temporary custody papers and made sure to drop them off and explain the situation to the front desk before even making our way to the room. Unfortunately that was the extent of the staff's interaction with us for the entire first and second day. My advice to anyone else adopting a newborn is to nag. I know it sounds annoying, but if your experience is anything like ours they will forget about you if you don't make your presence known as the adoptive parents (not just visitors) and your expectations clear.

I won't dwell on it too much but here are just a few things that contributed to the frustration with the hospital... We never received armbands until the very last day when we questioned the nurse about the discharge procedure for adoptions. Only then did they realize that the baby was going home with us and that someone on day 1 dropped the ball. And by questioned, I really mean nagged. We only received Mackenzie's APGAR score, hospital papers, newborn information, feeding tips, etc. after pestering the front desk at least three times. The birth family received her footprints but I had to request a one for us after realizing that they only made one copy. After requesting it, the nurse decided to simply give us the one already filled out with the birth mother's fingerprint by just adding Allen and my fingerprint next to it. When I put up a fuss and said that I wanted a sheet with the footprints and our fingerprints she looked at me like I was being crazy because she would "just add ours right next to it and that'll be good enough". Instead of making a commotion in the room I marched out to the front desk and found a more helpful nurse who apologized and said the new prints would be ready the following morning by discharge time. Although she was much more understanding, the prints were not ready and we had to do them ourselves at home. There was no newborn hospital photo taken, either. I know the photos always kind of suck but it's still a memory that is fun to take home. The nurse said that the photographer must have known that this was an adoption situation and skipped us. Um, hello? They could have at least asked. The staff never asked for our names, contact information, or address. When I made it clear that I wanted to be notified of updates they said that would be no problem. Even then though we only received once call letting us know she was ready to go home. They finally wrote our name and phone number down at the end of day 2 only after I let them know that they don't even have our contact info. The social security card is being mailed to birth family's address instead of ours for this reason. In any other situation that could be a problem but since we know the family it's not a big issue. Anyway there was much more but those are just some of the irritations that I remember. Overall I think their attitude and unhelpfulness was the most disappointing part. Our nagging seemed to have paid off at the end because the nurse who discharged us was super nice and helpful and I think felt sorry for us and sent us home with loads of goodies. We were still missing papers and information that our pediatrician asked about at the first visit, though.

On a positive note, our experience with the birth family was much nicer and we were thankful to be so involved. We arrived at the hospital just a few hours before Mackenzie was born. During that time we really just tried to stay out of the way as much as possible. We just migrated between the delivery room and the waiting room until the time came. Once labor started progressing quickly Allen waited in the hallway with the guys in the family while I was in the room with the girls. I can honestly say that childbirth is the most emotional, beautiful, traumatizing thing that I've seen. And I didn't even see much. Her sisters (who are braver than I) were standing front and center with a view of everything going on while I opted to hold down a chair in the corner where it was safe. I don't totally know (because the doctor never told me anything) but it seemed a pretty intense delivery. They had to use the suction cup things to help her out and the cord was wrapped around her neck at one point. Either way, she was born absolutely perfect at 6 pounds 4 ounces at 9:41 PM and has a head full of silky dark hair. She was measured at 18 inches long but it turns out she was actually 19 inches. I held the tears back as much as possible but when she was finally born I couldn't help but cry my heart out. I was the 2nd person to hold her and it seemed like an eternity between that moment and the moment when she finally came home with us. We tried to be as patient as possible and only visited for a few hours each day to give the birth family their time with her. It was an emotional roller coaster but oh so worth it. To anyone else adopting, no matter what kind of adoption it may be, you're in for a hell of a ride and an incredible blessing!

Mackenzie is now 3 weeks old and at her 2 week appointment the doctor said she grew half an inch and gained 11 ounces. I'm thankful for all the tiny newborn clothes we have because size 0-3 just hangs off her! The tiniest outfit we have, one that I wasn't even sure she would ever be able to fit because it is so small, actually fits her perfectly. It's a white onesie with silver sparkly angel wings on the back that I just couldn't resist buying. So fitting.

The first day home with baby Mackenzie was a breeze. The the next day she found her lungs, though. I've never heard a newborn shriek so loudly before. It's a bit of an adjustment settling into parenthood but overall we're all doing wonderfully. I'm learning that my house can be dirty, and that's okay. I have a to-do list a mile long but that's also okay. A happy healthy baby is all that matters.

I have to brag on my husband for a minute, now. I seriously don't know how single parents survive. He has been absolutely amazing! He's been so involved and hands on with everything and I am just beyond thankful. Thanks bee, you're the absolute best!

Alright, that's all for now! I'm sure I missed something but little pants is waking up. I have another update that is long overdue but that's a post for another day.

Love love.

Heather

Bay-Bee Shower

There are few things more irritating than having all the pieces to the world’s most beautiful crib laid out across the floor, realizing it didn’t come with instructions, and then discovering that the bag is actually missing the right size screws, washers, etc. It looks like a trip to Home Depot is in order before we can continue. Once I set my mind to a project I hate leaving it unfinished so I was definitely pretty disappointed. And thanks to a few duplicate gifts from the baby shower I rushed out to Babies R Us the very next day to swap some things for a crib mattress because I am just so antsy to get the crib together and start decorating. Soon! 

The same day I decided to try to tackle the glider chair and ottoman. I was pleasantly surprised to open the ottoman box and discover that it came fully assembled. Wohoo! Score. The chair, on the other hand, came with about 13 million pieces and like 20 pages of instructions. Yeaaa, we just put everything right back in the box and closed it up. That is a project for another time. Besides, Lizzie the cat enjoys sleeping on the giant box in the middle of the living room.

Other than the two big items getting assembled, almost everything else is good to go. We finished painting the room (14 sample quarts later we went with beige with glittery shimmer) and I think Miss Mackenzie is pretty set in the style department. There are just a few necessities left to get and then it’s go time.

Our bee baby shower was last weekend and it was wonderful! So many loving people came to celebrate with us. The hubs and I feel so blessed by everyone’s support and are so thankful for the amazing gifts. Here are some pics from the day. I’m sad I didn’t get a picture of the chocolate fountain, though.

Baby shower # two is coming up now and I can't wait! And then after that... baby time. I can't believe it's coming up so quickly. Perhaps the best piece of advice we've received so far is to read Baby Wise to help with sleep training. A fellow mommy that I talked to said that she used it for her girls and they both were sleeping through the night by 6 weeks (8 weeks maybe?). This shall be my bible for awhile. Sleep = Gooooood.

That's all for now.

Love love.

Heather

A little movie humor :D

Update: The crib has now been assembled. It has also been thoroughly tested and approved by the furry  children.

The Double Digit Dance

Wahoo! We're officially in the 3rd trimester. I can't believe that we'll be parents before the holidays this year. I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself! Our home is quickly filling up with baby clothes and tiny shoes and of course a lot of pink. Every evening I like to wander into the nursery-in-progress, open the double closet doors, and just stare at what's inside. Even though the rest of the room isn't put together and ready to go yet Mackenzie's closet is nearly stuffed full with adorable little outfits, baby blankets, and all kinds of lovely things that give me warm fuzzy feelings.

It's truly amazing. As soon as I was willing to let go of all control and trust in whatever was meant to happen a refreshing calmness took over. I can't even put the words together to explain how satisfying it is to have moved past infertility struggles and have such a wonderful and perfectly timed blessing to look forward to. The daily charting and testing and living life by my hormones schedule has been gone for months now and I feel normal again. I'm so at peace and confident with our decisions. Along those same lines, I was finally baptized at our church a few weeks ago. It was something that I've been thinking about doing for years but just hadn't been ready until recently. I felt that same calmness afterwards, like a million weights have been lifted off of my shoulders. Even though things are changing quickly for our little family I feel so refreshed, so calm, and so happy for the journey ahead.

With adoption it requires you to let go of control. For a super planner like myself that can be a hard concept to grasp. Baby Mackenzie isn't with me right now, she is growing with her other mother. Sometimes I get asked if I feel less connected emotionally since I'm not carrying the baby. My answer is of course, but not by choice. That's just natural. Obviously there is a instinctive bond between any birth-mommy and baby that I just don't have yet and I have to respect that. I'm more than happy that the birth mother gets to cherish these 9 months. I know that my time to step in will come. Until then though, I relinquish control and continue to trust. I feel like we have a great relationship with the birth family so it's that much easier for me to rest assured. I'll admit I still have to stop myself from sending those obsessive texts "are you getting enough rest?" "drive save!" and "don't carry heavy things!" though. Adoption requires such a high level of faith that really all you can do is sit back and trust what happens. I literally have my entire heart in someone else's hands. Or belly, I should say. And the same goes for the birth mommy, too. Her heart will be in our hands. It's really a beautiful thing to have one wiggly little jellybean bring so many people together. I just hope that I'm doing a good job of being respectful and (somewhat) patient until baby gets here!

So anyway, slowly but surely we're marching onward. The fingerprinting process was completed a few weeks ago. I expected to show up at some dark police station and get inked like a criminal by a mean cop in a cold interrogation room. Well, maybe it didn't have to be a cold room but still something like that. It turns out that we just had to stop by the sheriff's office inside the mall. It's (kind of) all digital now so there wasn't even any ink required. They just press and roll your fingerprint into this machine electronically. Apparently it didn't like my prints very much because I had to try several times for it to actually read. While mine took a good 15 minutes of the machine frantically beeping at me to re-try every single finger, Allen's was done in less than 5 minutes. So, since it was all scanned into this machine I'm thinking that's cool because they must just "click" and send everything automatically. Apparently not, though. They still print the prints (print the prints...ha) for us to mail in manually. Either way, it's done! We're in the system now. No bank hold-ups here. Ha, we had a good laugh about that. And by laugh I mean a silly sarcastic conversation that would probably freak out strangers if overheard.

Our home study is this weekend and even though I'm already running around like a crazy person making sure everything is perfect for the social worker I actually don't think it's that intense. Even still though, I know I'll be dusting the baseboards, scrubbing the tile, and sweeping the porch obsessively until it's over. Completing the home study will be a major step forward and aside from the rights termination it's probably the most important and involved step in adoptions.

I'm also nesting like crazy. I cut back from work a little bit so that I can spend more time preparing for baby. I consider our home really tidy and neat, but it's amazing how much disorganization you can encounter when you have to empty out an entire bedroom and closet and make space for those things elsewhere. We're making major progress, though, and the only thing left to do is have our new desk delivered and then move on to the baby room! I'm in the process of picking the nursery paint color right now. After trying half a dozen different pink samples I think I've decided to go with a beige instead. I bought some glitter additive to add to the paint to give it an awesome shimmer, too. I figure pink and sparkly would just be too much. I'm trying not to give my husband a heart attack from girliness overload here.

Along with nesting comes the ever dreaded... cooking. If I'm going to become a stay at home mommy I have got to learn how to throw a meal together. I don't like recipes that don't show a picture of the meal so Pinterest has been pretty awesome at helping. I also have a cookbook (with pictures) from the fam that has been helpful. "30 Minute Meals" or something. I'm pleased to announce that I've made a few "real" dinners now and that all but one has turned out well. Last night grilled chicken was attempted and failed, though. The entire house filled with thick smoke from the oil and Allen had to make a dash to Target to grab some precooked chicken for the main entree. Other than that it's going well, though. I just wish I had a passion for cooking like some people do. I despise it. It's not enjoyable, it's messy, and it takes too long. I never know how to sync everything so that it's all done around the same time. Or, what if you need two things in the oven but they both call for different temperatures? I have no idea.

Aight.

Love love.

Heather