:: in the nest ::

n. nest
v. nest·ed, nest·ing, nests
1) To create and settle into a warm and secure refuge.

2) A place in which young are reared; a lair
3) A place affording snug refuge or lodging; a home.

4) A place or environment that fosters rapid growth or development
5) A cluster of similar things

...all of the above seems quite like the explanation of the diagnosis I have been blessed with...
No medication could be prescribed for such an ailment. Doctor says all is well and keep up the good work :)



It's as though we are programmed to prepare everything around us so our newest addition is comfortable to the "nest"; able to "fit" in neatly with the rest of the "V" formation this family flies in. It soothes us to know everything is neatly in order and it's surprising to witness all the wonderful things around us that have been designed with this exact idea in mind. Whetherbeit design for furniture

(which strangely enough looks like a family portrait I've been trying to achieve for years)

...or knick-knacks placed on a wooden shelf and forgotten about until the dust is thick enough to make anyone embarassed...
(Now: prepare yourself. This looks like an exact replica of my family)

Crazy huh? Although I am certain we'd argue about who is whom. I am positive that I am biggest (currently that is not far fetched) because I carry the whole clan inside of me at all times. That's what a mother is and what a mother does. It's another subconscious ailment that is just as normal as the blood flowing through us. We want only the best for our entire family and we bend over backwards to accomodate them all so they are all happy and healthy.

It's funny to know all the exact things that your children want/need/prefer. Even grocery shopping with my husband is a hurdle we have to jump over weekly. I KNOW what the kids will and will not eat. I KNOW what they prefer to be packed in their lunches or what I can try to "sneak" into the bags and KNOW it will get tossed away without being touched. I KNOW what will bring smiles to their faces. My husband (although his intentions are always in the right place) hasn't a clue frankly. Bless his heart :) xoxo



It's the last trimester of this pregnancy. Not only the last trimester but we are dwindling down and have exactly 2 weeks until the scheduled appointment. If the little girl decides to grace us with her presence in the meantime; we are ready, willing, and able; however, it's a piece of mind knowing that we are placed into the hospital database to show up at 11am on a Friday morning and getting all prepared for the procedure at 1pm.
What technology?! What a fabulous country to live in...

Approximately 6 years at the end of December, I went into labor with my son. It was nothing like they portray on the big silver screen. There was no rushing around frantically, not knowing what to grab, screaming and folding in half from the pain that was taking place due to contractions. It was calm, relaxed, I took a nice shower and prepared the car to head to the hospital.

After pushing for 2 hours, my body was completely drained. No food or drink with the epidural and the medication made me so very sick I couldn't have kept anything down had I wanted to. I could feel that Jaxon wasn't capable of being brought into this world by guiding himself down the tunnel, following the "light". ((lol)) I was NOT in good shape and my closest family witnessed this firsthand and knew it was only a matter of time before I would fade and my infant would give up the struggle. My body was just not prepared for what I had in "store".

After requesting a spot in the OR immediately, I delivered a very healthy and hefty 10lb 15oz baby boy approximately 20 minutes later that was anything but ready to come into this world. He was quite content where he was, I am certain of that.

I'll make this next point short, simple, to the point: had I not been blessed to live in this country, in this era, I wouldn't have made it. It's not so uncommon for a woman to struggle during childbirth and not make it through. I am very blessed to have made it through because it was not a pleasant experience with little complications. But it turned out fine in the end and I love my son more than I thought imaginable.

This pregnancy has been absolutely sensational compared to the first. They aren't kidding when you they tell you that every pregnancy is different, just as though every child is. It's been such an improvement and overall a joyous experience.

Moving from one apartment---to the next (Don't ask please...it's a long drawn out story that would be blog worthy when I have enough time, patience, and emotional stability to explain it all) in god awful heat during these summer months, during the last months of my pregnancy was NOT my first choice on how to go about doing this. However, it all worked out absolutely perfectly and again, we transitioned just fine and feel completely blessed with the progress.

Now...it's days filled with cleaning, unpacking, setting up a home, and lots of lots of baking :)
I haven't completely tackled the task of unpacking all the clothes for the bedroom. It's an emotional thing. As I reach into these boxes to pull out clothes to place into the closet, they appear so small and petitie for a woman of my current size. It saddens me. Will I ever fit into these cute ensembles again or will it be a whole new endeavor to find a new wardrobe to fit over my post-baby body? I'm thinking with having a 10lb 15oz baby, and getting my body back in about a year, I have good genes to rely on. However, after the second child, it can't be that easy. This baby shall be much smaller and we must remember that it takes 9 whole months for our bodies to transform completely to be able to give birth, it will take that long (or a bit more) to get it back to where it started. I have faith.

Meanwhile, I am consuming all that I must bake. Yesterday was Snickerdoodle cookies


which were enjoyed thouroughly by all of us.

Tonight: Chocolate Crinkle cookies (which I remember fondly from my childhood)


Now: If I could invest time and concentration into the clothes closet as I do the baking...I'd really be on a roll.
In the meantime, I'll enjoy my cookies and THINK about attempting the closet feat.