75%, three-quarters, or in this case 30/40

Our Cake from a little "shower" in Denver.

Yep, we're having a "blue" baby Cloud!  This week marks the end 30 weeks, which means about 10 to go.  We, well mainly I, have wanted to keep this joyful news to ourselves, but alas we'll have to tell the world sooner or later. (People might think we stole a baby when we suddenly have one!)

We found out we were expecting on National Chocolate Cake Day (yes, there is such a day, January 27).  For date night we had gotten chocolate cake from the cheesecake factory to celebrate the holiday, but after finding out we were having a baby, I sobbed . . . for 2 hours and couldn't eat my cake . .  very unlike me.  Even though this sweet baby was totally planned and very much wanted, I felt this total rush of real grown-up responsibility and an overwhelming feeling my life was never going to be the same.  Have I ever mentioned I don't do well with big life changes?

The first trimester was pretty much a breeze.  Heck, we even went to Hawaii!  I only felt ill a few times, usually at 1 a.m..  But it was nothing a few pretzels didn't fix.  (Note:  At first I was opening little bags of pretzels at 1 a.m., waking the whole neighborhood with the package crinkle.  It was soon decided the pretzels would best be served by being opened prior to bed and put in a bowl on my nightstand, LOL). 

The second trimester was much the same.  The main change happened with our running routine - it became a walking routine at best.  We didn't tell people we saw regularly until I was about 4 months, I wanted to make sure we were progressing normally.  My favorite story of this time of the pregnancy was with my first pair of maternity pants.  Really all of my clothes fit up to this point, but waistbands became a little dicey.  I wore a pair of new dark grey pants to work and the teacher across the hall complemented me on how slimming my new pants were.  I graciously thanked her, but was dying laughing inside, if she only knew!

End of week 30 - and it was 106 outside - yuck!

Now that the third trimester is in full swing, the panic of getting everything complete in time has set in.  Our nursery furniture came this weekend (don't worry, I'll post about it, it is going to be so cute)!  As I feel these senses of panic and anxiety, which I have been assured are completely normal, I always get this sweet assurance from my Heavenly Father that His angels will be near to help me be a top notch mom and do everything I'm called to do.  My relationship with my Heavenly Father and His son, Jesus Christ, has been very real through this pregnancy, I know being parents at this time is part of His plan for our family.

One of those sweet angels I've been blessed with is my sweet husband.  I hope every man treats his wife as well as I'm treated and respected.  C is amazing!  He is so excited to to be a dad - I think he was way more excited than I was for the first little bit.  When I would feel kind of yucky in the night he would rub my back and make sure I was okay.  He often says to me, "Honey, thank you for doing this (carrying our child) for us, I appreciate it."  Yeah, the man totally has and melts my heart!  When we read our little man could first hear things, C started talking to him one night, and the baby jumped, we just laughed!  C everyday wants to know how his son is doing - I may not be able to separate these two!  He often talks to him about playing soccer and football and going camping, which is followed up by a "and maybe we'll see if mom wants to come."  Oh, and because we're having a baby, naturally dad thinks he needs a bigger tent, of course, why didn't I think of that?!?!

Not that there is a question this is C's kid, but at our 16 week ultrasound the sonologist had me cough to get the baby to move positions.  As our little man turned he raised his little hand up like, "seriously, I'm sleeping, leave me alone" - so his father's son when it comes to sleep!  I could not do this with out C, he is my stable force, my assurer that everything is going to be just fine.  I love that he not only brings home Dominoes garlic-cheese bread or Dr. Pepper slurpees by surprise, but that he is so excited to be a dad.  He is always saying, "Can't you wait to meet him?  He's gonna be so cute!"  I love it!

I truly feel blessed my Heavenly Father is entrusting us with this little man.  I recognize many are never able to experience the miracle of pregnancy so I try to relish each day - good or uncomfortable.  We continue to pray we are are fit for the task.

Until next time, we're definately on Cloud 9!
B + C