Ignorance

While waiting in line to check out at Albertson's last night, I witnessed a scene that broke my heart. A precious little blonde girl of about 8 and her father were in line in front of me. The little girl was repeatedly trying to get her fathers attention and he was ignoring her.

"Daddy, daddy, DADDY, look!" she said while holding up a bag of Valentine's conversation hearts. She tugged on his shirt as he just stared ahead.

"Daddy, look at the purple heart at the bottom." She kept pointing at it and tugging at his sleeve as he did anything but acknowledge her.

I read it and it said, "Kiss Me."

The little girl was puckering and smacking her lips to kiss her daddy and he wouldn't even look down.

Hopefully the man was simply having a bad day and this wasn't his normal treatment of his daughter. If he is a rotten father, this poor little girl may eventually and unfortunately turn to boys and other men for the acceptance that she so desires from her dad.

Met My Match

After church on Sunday, we went out to lunch with a couple who recently introduced themselves to us. They are a young married couple with no kids (similar to where we are at now at least for a few more weeks:). He's an electrical engineer like Mike and she is a graphic designer. What's most amazing to me is that she is a hardcore runner, too, and has run in a marathon and competed in various triathalons. Her marathon time beat mine by an hour. So cool. Maybe we can train together once my belly comes off.

Bodily Changes

Pregancy has does very strange things to my body. Not just the growing and stretching that I expected either. Weird stuff, like giving me random hiccups and making me spit when I talk and drool when I sleep. I feel so attractive.

Mama Massage

This week I had a special treat. It was a 75 minute prenatal or "mama" massage. It included a relaxing foot soak in a candlelit, aroma theorapy room while sitting in a vibrating massage chair. And then on to the actual massage where I got to lay on my tummy for the first time in months on a special table cut out to fit the growing belly. What bliss!

Christa and I treated each other for Christmas. It is a treat that I think every pregnant woman should indulge in near the uncomfortable end.

I was so relaxed and mellow that driving home was quite a challenge.

That night I hardly slept though, and woke up with a huge crick in my back and neck. Guess that I need to go in for another.

So Tired!

I think that it is from lugging this enormous and still growing body around. And the fact that the baby likes to wake up and kick me when I lay down to sleep at night and gives me heartburn, too. Once it's born, it's grounded for a week;-). Tonight I will be in bed by 9 pm.

Big Day for Dads

Yesterday, January 16th was my father's birthday. Unfortunately, I live on the other side of the country from him, so I couldn't be there with my family to celebrate his day. Instead, we had our good friends Rob and Lina from Orlando over for lunch. Our mutual friend that Lina introduced us to, Tammy, popped over, too.

Turns out, Rob and Lina had to get home for dinner because it was his father's birthday. I told him to wish his dad a good one from me, and he said to tell my dad the same. Tammy said, Oh my gosh, I have to get home and call my dad before he goes to bed to wish him a happy birthday.

I think that my friend Karin's dad shares January 16th as a birthday, as well. There is definitely something special about that day. It produced a lot of wonderful dads!

Not Ready Yet

A day shy of 8 weeks to go. Less than 2 months from now is B-day. The day that will forever change our lives and will go down in history...at least in our family's books. All of a sudden, we will be the caregivers of another person. A little, delicate person, who will rely on us entirely to provide for it's every need. Can I do this?!

I feel so unprepared. We seem to have a fraction of what we need to support this little thing. Heck, I don't even have any diapers or many clothes yet. The house is not completely moved after 4 months of being here. There are still boxes in the babies room that need to be sorted and placed in a home. The nursery needs to be set up. There are blankets and booties and baby powder to buy. Little clothing to wash in Dreft. I still need to learn how to give birth. We start that class next week. And Mike's car is up on jacks and being worked on in the garage. SO much still to do. And I am so tired. I am feeling overwhelmed.

Maybe we should reconsider this parenthood thing. HA! Not a chance. Either way, ready or not, little Lomonaco is coming soon and we will just figure this whole thing out as we go. Just like our parents did. And we're not too messed up...right?

Baby Face

As it is getting closer, I am just dying to see this little baby that I feel moving around in my belly. What is it going to look like? I imagine it will be a brunette with large brown eyes. Will it favor me or Mike? Or will it be a good mix? Is it a boy or girl? I can hardly stand the waiting anymore!! Not much longer now.

Clean Womb

My favorite place to be is in my morning shower. I miss running because I would sometimes get to visit it twice per day.

This morning I was thinking about why I love showering so much and I realized that it is like being in a womb. It is a comfortable, safe place, where everyday life doesn't bother you. It's warm and clean and feels so good. Now if only the water would always stay warm and I might never get out.

My baby's got it good for about 9 more weeks.