Wednesday, June 25, 2008


Today marks a huge milestone in my pregnancy. I am 24 weeks, which means that this baby is viable outside of the womb. While we want him to continue to cook in there, it's a nice feeling knowing that we have made it this far.

On Monday, I was at home, enjoying a day off, and my stomach started to feel a little funny. It felt like he was kicking me like he hadn't kicked before. They were very consistent kicks, and you could watch my stomach move up and down as it happened. After a few minutes of this, it finally dawned on me that these were not kicks I was feeling. These were my baby's first hiccups! What a weird sensation. I am feeling them again this morning as I am sitting here at my desk enjoying my morning water (I am not a coffee drinker. Instead, I drink water :) Weird, but so neat.

He is kicking like a crazy man now. He makes his presence known at all times of the day. They say that you can start to read their patterns about this time, and I am definitely noticing some! The 3:30 am kicks are the most annoying, and I am certain once he is here, they won't stop!! But, each time I feel him move, I know that he is thriving in there. It's a little bit of reassurance for this spaz of a mom-to-be. I describe it to Curtis like someone has taken a brick and dropped it in my tummy. And then it goes "thud." Sometimes I feel his kicks in my throat. Weird, right?? It's like they vibrate through my body.

Each day that goes by, is one that I cherish. Because I know in only a few short months, I will not have this little one all to myself anymore. He will be out there for the world to see and to love. I am excited and anxious for the day we get to meet him. But for now, I am enjoying the bonding that we get to do as mother and son...before the whirlwind of his entrance into the world. For now, it's just you and me, kid. And I am loving every second of it.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Music to his ears

We went to see Robert Randolph and the Family Band last night at FMG. It was a great show, and the 4th time we have seen them!! WHOA.

We learned something new about our son last night. He loves steel guitar and Twizzlers. The licorice kind. Just like his mom. That, or he wanted nothing to do with either and he was trying to break out and make a run for it. Either way, he was going crazy last night!! And the second we left the concert, he went right back to sleep.

Friday, June 13, 2008


Yesterday, we had a follow-up ultrasound to get some of the pictures that were missed at the first anatomy scan.

We were able to go to another doctor's office instead of returning to the hospital, which turned out to be a real blessing. The ultrasound tech at that office was awesome. She talked us through every body part and detail. It was a fantastic experience and it was far better than our hospital experience. We were also able to confirm that this baby does not have cleft lip/palate, and that he is absolutely perfect in every single way.

He currently weighs 1lb 4oz. and is 11.5 inches long. I am also measuring about 6 days ahead of my original due date, but no due date change will be made as a result. He is growing "like a weed" according to the doctor, and everything looks great. What an absolute relief!! My blood pressure was also totally normal, (108/62), and it has been high at every single one of my other appointments. She took it manually at this appointment, and at my regular office they have an electric cuff. I think I need to ask to have them take it manually from now on!!

Here are some pictures:

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Speak for the Trees

Does anyone remember that Dr. Seuss book called The Lorax?? I was reminded of that book last night.

We had a city planning commission meeting to attend last night. There is a wetlands area, behind our house, and in between the highway. It's currently zoned as RC-1 Residential. There is a local developer who was seeking to have it re-zoned to I-1 Light Industrial so that he could put a light duty storage facility back there. When we bought our house, we did so, because that area was zoned as RC-1. We were very against the re-zoning proposal and so we attended the meeting to voice our concerns. So did about 20 of our neighbors.

Everyone stood up to voice their opinions on why this proposal should be denied. Most of the complaints had to do with the Master Plan of the city, and property values, and so on and so forth. One of the neighbors, who lives on Burton St., was a young kid who just bought a house there. Part of the proposal was to build a berm with trees to hide the view to this unsightly storage facility. He stood up and started speaking, but instead of the usual property value spiel, he went on about the trees. He said that he opposed the proposal, because there were plenty of beautiful pines that ran along the property already. Why would you need to cut them all down, just to replace them with 20 foot trees?? They are beautiful 50 foot pines, he said. And he opposed it for this reason alone.

When we left the meeting, we both laughed a little bit at his speech, and then we realized the point he had made. It's a very valid one, and one that I totally agree with. Those that know me, know that I have become a little crunchy in these past few months. We are really trying to reduce our footprint on this earth. We have already made some pretty intense strides that I hope to discuss more here as time goes on. But, what I really loved was thinking about this kid as the Lorax. He really was speaking for the trees. Something I think we all need to do a little more of.


The proposal was denied at last night's meeting. However, it goes to the board on July 1, so we have another meeting to attend. All in all, I think it was very important that we were there to voice our opinion. There were three commissioners that were ready to approve it, but denied it due to the lack in support by the local residents.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Glad Dad

I bought this (edit: The site is down right now. It worked great this a.m. and I think we crashed their server or something!) t-shirt, and stashed it away, in hopes that I would be able to give it to Curtis on the day we found out we were going to be parents. It had been sitting in the closet, until last night. He came downstairs and he was wearing his neat-o shirt. And he had the biggest grin on his face.

There is something very magical about watching the father of your child, morph into just that. A Dad. I knew when I married him that he would make a great father, and he is proving me right with every day that passes. When I was in the throws of morning sickness, he would make me toast and rub my back and tell me it would be okay. He would help me clean up around the house. Folding laundry and emptying the dishwasher became his thing. And he never said a word about it. He is still making my breakfasts in the morning and he makes my sandwiches for lunch. He's such a great caregiver and I am so fortunate to have him to venture through these unchartered waters with me.

As our little boy has become more active in my belly, I have been yearning for Curtis to feel it too. And over the weekend, he placed his hand on my stomach, and he felt his son kick. I told him that I wouldn't tell him when it happened; that he would have to tell me if he felt it or not. When he looked over at me, right after I was swiftly kicked in the belly button, I knew he felt it. And the grin on his face was there to prove it. Each night, before we go to bed, he puts his head on my stomach, as if he knows that his son is somehow talking back to him. He listens, intently, like someone eaves dropping through a wall. Hoping perhaps that he might get a swift kick in the ear, I don't know. But it is one of the most humbling and precious things that this man has ever done. He will then pick his ear up off of my stomach, and say "Hi, peanut, I am your Dad. Can you hear me?" It's enough to melt a girls heart.

I feel so very blessed today, and each and every day, that we get to do this together. We are now partners in so many more ways than we were before. We get to raise a child together. And that is something truly amazing and so absolutely beautiful. And a little scary, too. But, lucky for me, I have the gladdest Dad on the planet to help me through it.


On a side note: We were at my brother's lacrosse game in Detroit on Saturday, and this Glad Dad is also a competitive one. He likes sports, and he doesn't like referees who make unfair calls. He was getting into it, and everyone around us had a good laugh when I told them that we were going to be having a boy in a few months. I think this peanut might have his Dad as his soccer coach someday. Or maybe he will be the referee. Letting the kids play, like he so desperately wanted the ref to do on Saturday. :o)

Monday, June 9, 2008

Life is Too Short

My Dad used to always say this to me as I was growing up, but now it feels like more than ever, I understand it's meaning.

I frequent a few internet chat boards, and one local baby board. It's a nice way to connect with moms and moms-to-be and it helps to pass the time during my breaks at work.

Lately, I am constantly reminded of how fortunate I am to be carrying this baby. I have been thrown my fair share of hurdles in my 29 years, but I cannot imagine what it would be like to lose the life growing inside of me. Today, one of my internet friends reminded me of how fortunate I really am. And another one, full of faith and grace, going through something similar, is being thrown a whole new round of pain and grief. I feel for them, because I know what it's like to be in that pit of despair. It might not be in the same manner, but I know. All too well.

In some way you just want to reach out and grab these people and hug them. To be the one to tell them it will be okay. I can't help but weep for them, even though I do not know them. Life is a real bitch sometimes, and God doesn't always allow things to go our way. But, how do you explain that to someone that has endured such tragedy and loss??

My Grammy had this quote on her refrigerator. It was written by a great pastor of the church we attended growing up. He is no longer there, but his wisdom all too often hits the nail on the head. I now have this posted on my fridge. Right under the first pictures of our darling little boy. At any time, life can go bad on us. And we aren't always prepared. But, I am so glad that I have this ongoing faith within me. Without that, I am not sure I would be here today.

"The Will of God will not take you, where the Grace of God cannot keep you." ---Robert Bedingfield

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

One More Game

My brother's lacrosse team is headed to the State Finals. Tonight, they won their semi-final game, with a score of 12-8. I am proud to say that the 5th child in our family, made us all jump for joy as he scored HIS goal. He played a rockin' game. Winning the face-offs, and again, scoring that awesome goal. He's fast as lightning. Always has been. I can still see him with his blonde, bowl-ish looking haircut, tearing threw the yard with a stick in his hand. Likely playing some sort of Indian game with his older brother, Nate. It's pretty wild that this one is going off to college already. Where does the time go?

Way to go, dude. We are so excited for you and we think your team is full of something special. The kind of special that dreams are made of.

The final game is Saturday, at Troy Athens High School. Go Rangers!

Here are some pictures that I captured of this awesome victory:

The "Nick Stance" as we so affectionately call it.

Taking a five for the goal he just scored.

Dad playing team doctor for a minute.

How cute are these two????

Monday, June 2, 2008

Concert Season

Friday night, we had our first concert of the season. Most of you know how much we love music, and for as long as we have been together, we have made it to a concert at least 3x a summer. Friday's kickoff was not only the beginning of the season for us, but it was also the first concert on this tour. We saw Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers with Steve Winwood.

This is the second time that Petty has kicked off his tour here in GR. The paper went on and on about how our arena is a perfect venue to kickoff a tour without the pressure of a high-profile venue like NY or Chicago. We have the awesome arena, where they can test out all of their equipment, but we also have the small town crowd, which always makes for a great show.

It was AWESOME. Such a high energy crowd, and the band did not let us down. He played all of his amazing hits, one after the other, and the crowd just sang along. When we left, we commented on how much of a "sing along" this concert was over the many others that we have seen. It was mind-blowing and just so fun!!

Steve Winwood also didn't disappoint. Curtis is a HUGE Traffic/Blind Faith/Spencer Davis Band fan and Steve came out playing all of his favorites. He didn't play a single Traffic song, but that is okay, because we saw him play a few last summer at Crossroads.

Overall, it was a great night. Even without a few beers to make it interesting. :o) Oh, and on that note, it was super fun being sober and watching everyone get crazy. It kind of made me realize that you really do look like a fool when you have had one too many!!

Here is the awesome set list and a video I found on You Tube.


You wreck Me
You Don’t Know How it Feels
I Wont Back Down
Even the Losers
Free Fallin'
Saving Grace
Mary Jane
Sweet William
End of the Line

Band intros

The Waiting
Straight into Darkness
Face in the Crowd
Learning to Fly
Don’t Come Round Here no More
Running Down a Dream


Mystic Eyes
American Girl