Sunday, December 25, 2011

How Great Our Joy!

While by the sheep we watched at night,
glad tidings brought an angel bright.
There shall be born, so he did say,
in Bethlehem a Child today.
There shall the Child lie in a stall,
this Child who shall redeem us all.
This gift of God we'll cherish well,
that ever joy our hearts shall fill.

Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 23, 2011

I just want to feel better.

And that pretty much sums up the last two weeks!

I haven't been able to blog because my computer died. Yes. Died. Thank goodness I had just barely completed our family Christmas card. I was a lot later than usual getting them out this year because I wanted to include the baby's sonogram picture on our card. But, unfortunately, I hadn't finished my monogram orders. My software is on my computer, and there was nothing I could do. So I had to return several Christmas orders with huge apologies. Not to mention I hadn't done any of my OWN monogramming! But all is well now, and I have time to at least finish my stuff.

Having said that, you haven't missed much. I vividly remember why I said when I was pregnant with Hannah Kate that I could not go through that again. It. is. MISERABLE. It will be worth it in the end. I know that. But right now I'm just ready to feel better! If I were not convinced that this baby is a gift, a blessing from our Lord, I think I would just sit down and cry.

I have so many unfinished Christmas projects, so many things I wanted to do that I just haven't been able to do. I wanted to spend a day baking goodies for our neighbors and friends. I've hardly been able to look at my kitchen during the past five weeks. The garland I bought to decorate the stair rail with is still laying in my foyer. The toppers for the Christmas trees never got done. There are decorations still in the attic that never came down. And some that did are still sitting in the garage where they were put when they were brought down. I wanted to take a trip to New Orleans one evening to see the fabulous lights display in City Park. I wanted to go for a ride on Christmas Eve night to see the bonfires burning along the levee to light the way for Papa Noel. There were several crafts I wanted to do with Mason and Hannah Kate. I never found Christmas pj's for them. Oh well. I guess the good news is that I can just save all those ideas for next year.

We have our girl name picked out but not the boy name. Seth had the bright idea that we should let Mason choose the boy name (with a little guidance, of course). So Seth and I made a list of three or four names that we really like, and we asked Mason about them. He didn't like any of them! And when we asked for his ideas, he didn't have any. The next day he told me that he wants to name the baby Mason. So I explained that we can not have two Masons. He said, "That's okay. We can call him Little Mason and me Big Mason." He was serious.

And Hannah Kate has decided that she wants a BROTHER. I really think she has very seriously thought this through. She has realized that there just might be something in it for her if she is the only girl. She's a smart one.

But now we are celebrating the birth of another baby. But this wasn't just any ordinary baby.

There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God's angel stood among them and God's glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for EVERYBODY, worldwide: A SAVIOR has been born in David's town, a Savior who is MESSIAH and MASTER. This is what you're to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger. At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God's praises: Glory to God in the heavenly heights, peace to all men and women on earth who please him. ~Luke 2:8-14, The Message

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Baby's First Picture

Here (s)he is! Cute, huh?!?

(S)he is sort of upside down in this picture. The head is at the bottom right. The dark spot in the middle of the head is the baby's brain. And, moving diagonally up to the left, you can see the little arms sticking out and then the feet, which are on the top left. At 8 weeks, we have a perfect little "teddy graham."

The heart rate was 174 BPM. And the little thing was squirming all around. (S)he is about the size of a kidney bean right now.

I actually lost four pounds since my appointment just two weeks ago. I was a little surprised. I didn't really expect to have gained anything, especially since I've been sick, but I didn't expect to lose that much. But it's okay. I'm certain I'll gain that back and a whole lot more without any problem!

Monday, December 12, 2011


Well. I've felt better today than I have in three weeks! I have to say that Mason, Hannah Kate and Seth have been so patient with me and this new baby. They've not had a home-cooked meal in a couple of weeks now, and Seth comes home from work to find a kitchen that needs to be cleaned and two little ones who need baths and bedtime stories. But no one has complained, and everyone is excited.

At eight weeks pregnant, this baby already has lots of stories to tell. There were three times during the first year after we moved into our new house that I thought I was pregnant. But I was not. The fourth time came in September. I was 11 days "late." But I was not excited. I was nervous.

First of all, even though I hadn't yet taken a test, I knew I wasn't pregnant. I just knew. And I was concerned because I've never been that "late" before. And second of all, even though I knew we both wanted another baby, we hadn't really talked about it in awhile, and I was (for some strange reason) nervous about telling Seth. Crazy, I know.

It was a Tuesday. Seth was working in Texas that week. So I'd decided I was going to tell him that night. I'd also purchased a pregnancy test that morning but hadn't taken it. I was surprised that evening when he called me earlier than usual. I knew something must be wrong. I could tell when I answered the phone. He'd been in an accident. It really wasn't a big deal at all . . . except he was in his company truck so that made it a big deal. He was yielding at an intersection, and the car behind him rear-ended him. The damage (he thought) was minor, and the lady who ran into him begged him not to call the police. She called her husband, and he talked to Seth, requesting the same thing. But . . . company policy . . . he had no choice. And . . . company policy . . . he'd have to go the next day for a drug test. So he was really bummed about the whole thing.

After we talked through the situation, I shared my secret with him. His reaction wasn't quite what I was expecting. He was so excited and wanted me to take the pregnancy test right then. Even though I explained that I just really didn't think I was pregnant, he was convinced there was no other explanation. So we spent the next hour talking about "the new baby," and I promised him I'd take the test the next morning.

Wednesday morning came, and I was nervous! I managed to get Mason off to school. It was also the first day of my new Bible study so I was trying to get Hannah Kate and myself ready to go. The first time I tried to take the test, of course she walked in on me. So I had to find an excuse to keep her occupied for five minutes. I took the test. It took a couple of minutes before I thought I saw a negative sign in the window. But I wasn't sure. So I waited as long as I could before going to Bible study, and it still looked negative. I was sad and also a little concerned.

When I got to the church, I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes before going inside. I decided to text Seth to let him know the test result. Now, yall know how difficult it is for me to get a text out on my antique phone. But Seth likes text, and it seemed like the easiest thing to do. Besides, I wasn't ready to talk about it yet.

Now. Another thing you need to know about me is that I love grammar. I like punctuation marks. I like capital letters and complete sentences. And commas HAVE to be in the right spot (thank you, Mrs. Mangham!). So when it comes to this texting language . . . well, let's just say I don't always get it. Seth sent me a text on our anniversary, and I had absolutely no idea what in the world it said! I had to ask him about it later. So I was trying to decide what to text him . . . since negative is such a long word, I figured I'd just do short-hand as best I could instead of texting a complete sentence. And do you know how uncomfortable that was?! So my text to him said Test Negative (meaning, of course, that my pregnancy test was negative).

I waited a minute for a response. He always responds quickly. But I got nothing. I couldn't wait any longer so I went to Bible study. Two hours later, I still hadn't gotten a response from him. And then as I was pulling out of the parking lot, it came. And can I just tell you what his response was? He said still waiting.

Still waiting?!? Now what in the world did that have to do with anything?! And then I realized . . . he thought I was sending him a text telling him to "test negative" on his drug test! And he was telling me he hadn't taken it yet. REALLY?!? Had he totally forgetten about our conversation the night before? I wasn't sure yet what I was going to do. But I finally decided to text him back. I said Waiting on what? MY text was negative.

But before he got that text, my phone rang. When I answered, the first thing he told me was that he was still driving around trying to find the place and that they wouldn't tell him anyway that the test was negative. So when he finally finished that dialogue, I calmly told him that MY test was negative. And then there was silence.

When I got home, I checked the test again, and it still looked negative. So I called my friend, a nurse at Woman's Hospital. I'm not sure what I was expecting her to tell me. But she was honest. She said the test was most likely very accurate, especially since I was so late. I wanted another explanation, but, of course, there was none.

Two months later . . . the test was POSITIVE! This time I didn't bother with a text. I put the test beside Seth's sink so he could see it when he brushed his teeth!

Friday, December 09, 2011

Baby Talk

So if you haven't already figured it out, we're EXPECTING! It goes a little something like this.

Baby Bayham 3 is due July 20. But I will have another scheduled c-section. My doctor, Dr. W, initially targeted July 13 as the date; however, I told her that doesn't work for me. You can imagine her surprise. And then I explained that July 13 is Mason's birthday, and I do not want to schedule the 13th. So I suggested the 16th. But she's not crazy about waiting that long so it might be the 12th. I have my first ultrasound scheduled this Tuesday, and Dr. W said she would know more then.

Most were surprised by our announcement, and that's the way we like it! We've been trying to get this baby here for many months now, which was a much different experience for us. I mean, we just looked at each other, and Hannah Kate came along! I'm just 8 weeks along. Usually we would've waited a few more weeks before sharing our news, but the timing was just right since it was Hannah Kate's birthday, and my parents were in town from Georgia. So this is the first time we've been able to tell both sets of parents together. Besides, imagine the shock in the room when Hannah Kate pulled out her shirt saying, "big sis!" I'll have to see if I can figure out how to upload the video.

We will not be finding out the gender of this baby until he/she is born. But, if you really must know, the Chinese pregnancy calendar says we're having a boy.

Having said all of that . . . I've looked forward for many months to being pregnant again, but I was also hoping to escape the extreme nausea and sickness that accompanied my pregnancy with Hannah Kate. Let's just say that Zofran is my best friend right now, and even he is not doing the trick. I feel absolutely horrid, and it gets increasingly difficult as each day goes on to take care of Mason and Hannah Kate. But the good news is that the nausea doesn't set in until lunch time so I'm at least able to get Mason off to school without any problems. Besides, next week is his last week of school before Christmas break so we're all looking forward to that. But right now I'd just like to lay in my bed and fall asleep until the second trimester! The sickness subsided around 16 weeks with Hannah Kate and then at 20 weeks I repainted our entire house (except the bedrooms and bathrooms) so I'm hoping I'll pick up that same burst of energy this time around, too.

In the meantime, no matter how bad I feel . . . it's such a blessing to be carrying this child, especially when I thought I might never again be with child. July seems like such a long time away, and we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of this little one with more anticipation as each day goes by.

Sunday, December 04, 2011

Happy 4th Birthday, Hannah Kate!

Dear Hannah Kate,

I can not believe you are FOUR years old today! It seems like just yesterday we brought you home, and you changed our world. You have been such a blessing, such a joy. And you have always been my girl ever since!
I have enjoyed everyday we've spent together! You add so much spunk and laughter to each new day. You've always had such a playful spirit, such a sweet spirit, too.
You are such a good sister, and Mason adores you. You are so smart! Your favorite cartoon is Dora the Explorer. I don't mind that too much because you can count to 10 in Spanish. Your favorite color has always been pink, but now you really like purple, too. You love to read. And you love to take care of your baby dolls, especially changing their clothes and brushing their hair. Your favorite food is spaghetti and meatballs. You love to help me in the kitchen and often ask to bake lemon maringue pie. You know all of your letters and letter sounds; you can count to 30; and you love rhyming words. You can write your name (even though the N's are still backwards). And you color the most beautiful pictures, always staying in between the lines. I love watching you color because you always make sure the girls have on some color eyeshadow and lipstick! I've watched you grow into a sweet little lady. You have such a soft and tender heart. You love Jesus, and I love listening to your prayers each night. He has big plans for you!And now you're going to be a big sister! Happy Birthday, baby girl. You've been asking for a baby to come live with us for a long time. It won't be much longer now. I look forward to sharing that journey with you, too. Our new baby is so blessed to have such a wonderful big brother in Mason and a wonderful big sister in you!
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." ~Jeremiah 29:11-13

Saturday, December 03, 2011

A picture is worth a thousand words.