As the baby is getting HUGE…(emphasis on HUGE)…I’ve been getting some major kicks. Now, I had been telling Mike about these kicks and how they move my entire belly and sometimes even move my clothes. Well, he didn’t buy it, especially since, as Murphy’s law would have it, every time I’d try and get him to watch, Sprout would take an insta-nap and provide no further activity until Dad looked away.

So, I busted out the digital camcorder and waited. I waited several days for some good footage. Obviously, I can’t take the camcorder with me everywhere, so I was at the mercy of Sprout to provide some good footage while I cozied up in the living room. Finally, the wait paid off.

Now, I swear to you…this isn’t a hiccup or something I did. This is my GIANT baby kicking, punching, moving or something. You can actually see two bursts of movement…one immediately following the other.

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GIANT Sprout Kicks

As my baby spends a good portion of the day and night reminding me that he/she is there with kicks, punches and nudges, I can’t help but recall a day that I shared with you just about 8 months ago. It was a post that was full of some very serious emotions. It was both happy and sad. It was the day my husband and I seriously considered the fact that I may never be able to get pregnant.

My husband has always had faith that everything would happen, when and how it was supposed to. I didn’t share that faith. I do now. We’ve been blessed. In fact, we are even better than blessed….we have been given a miracle. I truly believe, with all of my heart, that this baby is our miracle. A gift from God. Maybe even a lesson wrapped up in a beautiful package handed to me from God. A lesson to show me that I don’t have control over everything…That my life isn’t JUST what I make it…That it is okay to have faith and hand things over to God sometimes.

Thank you God, for giving me this gift. Thank you Mike, for showing me how to have faith.

We finally have a functional crib that hubby and I put together yesterday. The nursery is really coming along.

Here is the crib w/ the Pooh bedding:

The glider rocker:

The Pooh Bouncer Seat:

We’ve been fortunate enough to have some items handed down to us…the walker & basinette:

And per the advice of a wise cousin, we started purchasing diapers a while ago!

Silly Fizgig!

I’m always so very tired these days. I went back to work Monday after the whole Pneumonia incident. It is just as crazy as ever there and by the end of the day I’m done. It is almost difficult to function. The past two nights we’ve had visitors in the evening and I must apologize in advance for being terrible company.

Scott stopped by Tuesday night. It was so nice to see him and I’m so happy for him. I feel kind of bad though because there is just a point when I hit a wall and literally can’t function anymore. I don’t know if it is just because of the pregnancy or the extra weight or what, but regardless, Mr. Scott, I’m sorry!

Even now, I must go. It is 9:30 and that is 30 minutes past my shut-down point.

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I yoinked this from over at Electric Bugaloo and I had fun. I feel pretty good about my results. While I wasn’t the speediest (I did it during the “down” scenes on ER). I got a 90% in 702 seconds. I got 45 perfect out of 50. I must admit…the five that I missed…I WAY missed.

What a crazy week. I spent the entire week feeling more tired than usual and then Thursday, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I came home feeling like I was at the beginning of a chest cold. I was a little tired, feverish and heavy in the chest. Then by 7:30 pm I laid down and I struggled to breath. I felt like my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. As I debated going to the ER, I recalled a few of my past ER experiences where they just sent me home with little or no diagnosis after a couple of hours of waiting, so I decided to just wait and see if it passed.

I thought it did. I woke in the morning and my fever was gone. I was still a little tight in the chest, but I could breathe and my heart wasn’t racing. I even went to work. I called my doctor first thing. She wasn’t in the office but one of her partners asked me to come in right away. After listening to my account and listening to my chest he deduced that I had a viral infection in my lungs that was triggering a severe asthmatic reaction. I’ve had asthma for a while but it only acts up when I have a lung infection or I get very, very upset. So the doc prescribed an inhaler and a Z-Pack. I dropped the prescription off at the pharmacy, they said it would be 45 minutes before it would be ready so I headed back to work.

By noon though, I was starting to feel a little worse and by 1:30, I was having some difficulty breathing. I called Mike and asked him to pick me up because I wasn’t sure if I should drive. By the time Mike arrived about 30 minutes later, I had nearly lost my breath entirely and vomited 3 times on the patio. I had taken a turn for the worst and fast. I was terrified and even thought I might be dying. When Mike arrived, I felt like I couldn’t move from spot. I mouthed at him that I needed his help and he got out and helped me to the car. We went straight to the ER.

Ended up what started out as a lung infection, rapidly turned into pneumonia. I spent the rest of the weekend in the hospital. I was on oxygen for about 20 hours and then on IV antibiotics and breathing treatments. Released today and I’m so glad to be home. I’m feeling much better, but the doc has said no work for a week. I’m sure they’ll survive, but I’m a little scared to think of what I’ll be going back to. Oh, well. I suppose I shouldn’t think about that. The baby and I are home and well and getting better by the day.