Chronicling The Comerfords

Thursday, June 25, 2009

30 Weeks

I went to the doctor for my 30 week appointment on Thursday and everything looks great. He doesn't think Amelia has turned where her head is facing down yet, but he's not worried about it at this point. My thought is, "Would you want to stand on your head for the next 2 months?" Not me. Anyway, if she still feels like she isn't head down at 34 weeks he will do an ultrasound to see where she is. Honestly, I would love for you all to pray that she will not turn down until say, 35 weeks! I would love to see what she looks like in the womb at 34 weeks. We'll see...

This picture was taken on the way to my friend Kendra's surprise 30th birthday. Her sweet husband got everyone together and she had no idea. Happy Birthday Kendra! You are a wonderful person and the hottest almost-30 year old I know! ;)

It's always so good to see the girls. I hate that we've moved so far away, but I love them just the same. I hope that all of you have that handful of girls that are 100% completely irreplaceable. Husbands are great and fantastic in their own way, but just not the same. I'm not sure how we have all managed to grow up so fast. These 30th birthdays have been much different than the 20th ones. My oh my, our daughters are going to give us everything we deserve! :)
I leave for Atlanta Friday afternoon and I am so excited that I couldn't sleep past about 3am Thursday night/Friday morning. I kept wanting the time to fly by and the alarm to go off. Mom and I are having a slumber party. Maybe we will be rebels and sneak Kitty in to sleep with us while Grandpa is off with the boys. Grandpa and Kitty do not co-exist very well so she has been demoted to the garage for a little while. Saturday two of the girls in my above mentioned handful are throwing me and little Amelia a shower. Honestly, I think I am more excited about spending time with the girls than any other gift I could receive. I really need a helicopter so I can just zoom to town when I get ready to see them. I wonder if anyone got Amelia a helicopter??...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Unconventional Fathers are even more special

This past Sunday I spent the day with Mama and 3 amazing men. I don't ever remember us doing really big elaborate dinners for holidays (mainly because there aren't that many of us), but that doesn't make it any less special. The 3 men we celebrated Sunday over waffles and bacon for breakfast then chicken and dumplings with peas and cornbread for supper are 3 of the most amazing men I have ever met. I am so glad Mom can cook because if I tried to honor anyone with food, they would not be quite as excited! haha

In the yellow shirt is my Grandpa. Mom and I moved in with him and my Gaga when I was very young and stayed until I was 12. He let me waste gas driving the riding lawn mower all over the yard, he watched cartoons and Wheel of Fortune with me and some mornings we "accidentally" missed the bus and he drove me to school. He always shared his oatmeal cream pies, but never his flu shots! He and I have never really sat down and had long conversations or many short ones for that matter (that was my Gaga's job) but he said a ton cuddling up with you on his place on the couch and giving you a million kisses.

This is my Sonny. Mama "fell for him" when I was 13-ish. Literally, she fell down... on him... and they kissed... and lived happily ever after but that is a whole other post. So, you have heard about Mom, seen pictures and those of you who have met her understand that she is a complete mess and irresistibly cute all wrapped up in this little fireball of a package. However, she had a teenage daughter! I mean, come on, I would have said, "Bert, you are fantastic, let's meet back up in about 10 years." If you have ever been a teenage girl or have had one, you understand exactly what I am talking about. We are terrible creatures for a good many years and Sonny just took it all in stride (along with a little lip biting, fussing and cussing). You know when you birth a child you kind of have to love them, there really isn't an option. I'm sure Sonny thought Mom was cute and their love grew like other traditional relationships. I was just part of the package and I was a choice of love and not an easy one at times. I think that makes our father/daughter relationship even more special than most. In about 2 months my Sonny will be Amelia's Grandpa and that is going to be awesome!

This is Amelia's Daddy. I know to most of the world he's not technically a Father yet, but really he is. He has done such a great job of caring for us since I have gotten pregnant.
For almost 4 years he has done an amazing job taking care of me and loving me. He brings so much joy, laughter and peace to my life. I have no idea what in the world I would do without him. We have no idea how to be parents or what in the world we are supposed to go with this sweet little girl that has been camping out in my belly the past few months. One thing is sure, we will figure it out together. This man will give her more love than she could never need and that is the most important part. He is going to be a great Daddy!

Georgia Football, his first love... we are slowly taking over! :)
I am sure Amelia will learn the majority of her math skills by football statistics or something, but that's ok too.

These are his Father's Day Gifts from Amelia. Her gameday attire.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

29 weeks and 3 days

Before you read this blog know from the beginning that it is now 29 weeks and 5 days and Amelia and I are both doing great! This is just the story of our Wednesday night. I had to add this in because I just scared a sweet friend as she was reading. Sorry Paige!! :)

At 29 weeks and 3 days we admitted me into labor and delivery. I had not been feeling great pretty much since I woke up but about 3:00 it took a turn for the worse. I had terrible stomach pains and pressure that would not let up. I didn't think it was contractions because the pressure never released. After reading online to see what Braxton Hicks contractions were, I ruled that out. It was about that time that I realized I had not felt little Amelia all day. There was a coke in the fridge so I drank half, still nothing. Ben got home and we had dinner and I drank the other half, still nothing. I called the doctor to get reassurance and he told me I needed to go to the hospital and get hooked up to a monitor just to be safe. That was not the reassurance I was thinking of.

So, at 8:30 we changed out of pajamas and headed to the hospital. They had a room waiting for us along with a really fancy gown for yours truly. The nurse found Amelia's heartbeat right away (sigh of relief!) She then went through all of these checks and questions and had me hooked up in 4 or 5 different ways. Turns out I was not having contractions and Amelia is just fine. They wanted us to stay on the monitor for a while so the Hubby climbed up in the hospital bed with me and we watched Deadliest Catch. Amelia's little heartbeat was just beating along as background noise until all of a sudden there was this long beep, similar to the noise the machine makes right before they call for a crash cart on Grey's Anatomy. I think my heart stopped beating at the same time. The sweet nurse came in and in a very no big deal kind of way said "Paper jam." Seriously, are you kidding?! 1. heart monitors should be equipped to never have paper jams. 2. Can you please find a different noise to make for a paper jam other than the flat line soundtrack? I mean, what about the sexy lady on the GPS things. Can we hire her for the job to say, "Paper Jam, please repair"? That was just cruel.

Anyway, after an hour or so of cuddling in the hospital bed we came back home. I still don't know what my problem was, but we are both fine and still growing. Hopefully, we won't see the hospital for another 10 weeks or so.

Today was much better. Since the heat index is breaking 100 degrees everyday I decided to get a haircut. It's still awfully hot, but I feel better. Tonight we are taking a boat ride down to the marina for dinner. I think a jump in the lake is in order!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Who is this Overly Emotional Pregnant Lady?

As I sit here and blog I am eating a coffee cup of Rainbow Sherbet. I actually love sherbet more than ice cream, crazy huh?! I'll finish you off with telling you that I really am not a big chocolate eater and could pass it up at anytime. I'm weird, but love me anyway, I will share my chocolate with you... :) Back to the point... every time I pull my favorite frozen treat out of the freezer I think it should be spelled sherbert, everyone says it that way. Don't they?? Maybe they don't. I remember someone telling me one time that what I am eating is Sherbet and Ernie tells Bert "Sure Bert" aka sherbert. For some reason I always look at the label just to make sure and they are right.

Speaking of Sure Bert... my Mom, Bert, is taking care of my Grandpa right now. If we are truthful he's always been a little gruff and cranky (in the sweetest, best Grandpa ever kind of way) but these days, depending on which side of the bed he wakes up on, he is bringing out the Grumpy Old Men mentality. Mama was waiting on Sonny to get home this afternoon and they were going to have a talk with Grandpa. Do you remember those afternoons when you knew as soon as your Dad came home they were going to give you "a talk"? I bet it's weird giving one of those talks to your parent though. Grandpa gets a little looney but I wonder if he ever laughs a little and thinks he is giving her back just a little taste of what she gave?! Just kidding Mama, kind of.. haha :) Some days you have to find laughter in something. I'm thankful for a lot of reasons that my Mom is young. Maybe when she is at the point where she can no longer live on her on we'll just get a double bed room at the beachfront retirement home and play bingo and Yahtzee all day.

Just so you know, those two paragraphs have nothing at all to do with my post other than maybe scatter-brained is another pregnancy symptom I am dealing with. Isn't it so humbling when you realize how judgemental you are to people until you walk in their shoes? At 29 1/2 weeks I am becoming that hormonal overly emotional pregnant person. I have been in a funk since Sunday night and can not get out of it. I have had a few things that weigh on my mind everyday (nothing worth mentioning, seriously, silly things) and they all hit Sunday. I was reading a blog Sunday night that was genuinely a sad story, but it opened the flood gates for everything bundled up in my little mind. I left the guest bedroom and went to take a bath and wash my face and I just sat in the bathtub crying wondering "Why am I crying over this?" But couldn't stop. I have had the moments before where you just need a cleansing cry and then you feel better, but I don't feel better. What's the deal? Disclaimer: There is nothing wrong with me, nothing major going on (aside from a little girl growing in my belly). My husband is at a Cattlemen's meeting tonight and I miss him. I have found myself becoming really clingy lately. I don't know if it is as obvious to him as it is to me. Honestly, I am getting a little nervous about the separation Amelia is going to put between us. I don't know if I have mentioned how much I love my marriage and my husband. We have had some speed bumps in our marriage (housing market, job market, etc) but we just loved harder, prayed harder and pulled through. Everyone keeps talking about how we need to treasure time now and live it up because times are about to change. Well, I'm not so sure I'm ready for that. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to see Amelia and she if she has those Comerford cheeks and blue eyes like her Daddy and I can't wait to see him look at her the way I know he will. I guess I just want to spend as much time with him as possible before the little bundle of cuteness comes in and turns our world upside down. Unfortunately we have almost every single weekend full until the middle of August. It's weird, as much as I am counting down the days until I can finally meet my baby girl, it also makes me a little sad that this chapter is coming to an end. Am I nuts? Have you been there and understand what I mean?

Tonight I thought I would go get a pedicure to pass the Cattleman's time by faster and then I saw my part time pay check. It was the first time I'd seen those numbers with my own eyes. Ouch! We really feel blessed that I have a position where I only have to be in he office from 9 to 1 and will have more time with Amelia. It's just a little hard not to be a little scared in this economy when your husband is a real estate broker and your paycheck is... well... a part time figure. My solution was to just do my toes myself. I filled up the jacuzzi tub with bubbles, turned the jets on, put on a lovely face mask then foot mask and had an evening at the spa. Then I got out of the tub and took pride in the fact that into my 7th month of pregnancy I can still paint all 10 toes by myself. After a little self pampering and some rainbow sherbert I'm feeling a lot better. Now where is that hubby of mine???

Amelia Update: I went to my 28 week appointment and I'm doing great. I am only 10 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight which made me happy. Actually, 16lbs if you include the fact that I lost 6 the first trimester and so I got them back and added 10 more, but who's counting?! :) The baby is measuring 30 weeks and apparently that means nothing. Whatever, she's ok, I'm ok, that's all that matters. I am down to appointments every 2 weeks now. She is kicking up a storm except when her Daddy gets home; It is the weirdest thing. He has yet to feel her kick even once!

Here are some fun pictures from the farm. Ignore the hair. It's Georgia humidity at it's best!

Having a chat with one of the cows

I think she thinks my belly looks like hers!

Cat Naps

You learn a lot about what goes on at your house when you only work outside the home until 1:00. Apparently Molly Brown has found a new place to nap as I have found her in this very spot more than once.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

St Simons Island

Me and the Hubby just got back from a much needed week in St. Simons. I absolutely love that place! When we were getting life insurance policies Hubby asked how much I thought we should get. I thought it was very simple, "Enough to buy me a place in St. Simons." Now, I would rather live in Alaska with my husband than be without him for a second, but when the Good Lord decides to takes him home y'all know where I'll be.

My first trip to St. Simons was with the Baptist Student Union and included foot washing in the gazebo at the light house. The 2nd experience was Georgia/Florida weekend. Two very religious experiences at opposite ends of the spectrum! I grew up going to the gulf coast and had never seen the ocean or the GA coast until college. My first thought was it was dirty and ugly. I soon learned that real non-processed sand is not sugar white. It only took one good weekend on St Simons to win me over for life. There are so many memories on that little island, most of which I would never put in writing. I was actually looking through old pictures to tell this story and there weren't many I wanted circling the internet. So, we'll start with the beginning of my favorite part of life so far, our wedding...

My bridal luncheon was at the Beach Inn Bed and Breakfast. It was a sweet little tea party and just perfect. See the Georgia flag behind me? Everyone on St. Simons is a Georgia fan (if not, you better not tell anyone! lol)

We got married at The Lovely Lane Chapel and had our reception at the King and Prince Hotel. The ballroom overlooked the ocean and at sunset we walked down to the beach for some more pictures. Can you see the glow? I was such a happy girl... still am. Truthfully, the "glow" is me freezing because it was in December and the windchill was 19 degrees.

Don't you love this picture?! We really aren't this attractive, we just had the best photographer ever! Fine Photography in Athens. Barry did my friend Heather's wedding and I loved him so I booked him too. He'll travel anywhere and is fantastic!

Another amazing Fine Photography photo

My, how times have changed. There is not one single photo of us from this week, sad, I know... I had great intentions of taking a cute picture of us on the steps of the chapel where we were married and all of that greatness, but never followed through. I did visit for the first time the Bailey Boys outlet. I had no idea what Bailey Boys was until March. I can tell you every great restaurant, clothing store and bar on the island, but I had no idea they made trendy children's clothes there. Truthfully, I had no idea children had name brand popular clothes. I have SO much to learn. We did make one drive through the drive-thru liquor store for the Hubby some beach beer, but all my spending money went to Bailey Boys on the cute little outfits below.

As we were crossing the causeway coming home we talked about how different things will be the next time we cross that bridge. Life sure has changed since the first time I crossed the Torras Causeway, but I have a feeling it's about to get a lot more exciting. I can't wait to introduce Amelia to my most favorite place and have her grow up loving it as much as I do. Hopefully, she'll do her Daddy proud and be there that last weekend in October in about 19 years as a GA Bulldog. And there will still be many fun grown-up weekends on St Simons in our future as well. So far life has just gotten better and better as I go, why stop now... this next step is going to be blast!

6 months

The hubby affectionately calls me a Japanese tourist when it comes to snapping the camera. I take pictures of EVERYTHING! So why is it that during one of the most important times of our lives (expecting our first child) have I decided to stop taking pictures?! I am feeling pretty darn good so I don't know what the deal is. I will work on it; I promise!

Thankfully, Jamie brought her camera out for Angie's 30th birthday dinner so I have a picture of 6 months. You know, I really thought I looked pretty cute in this dress but it looks like a moo-moo. Oh well, here it is anyway...

Happy, Happy Birthday Angie!

April Showers bring May Showers

It has been forever since I have posted but we have been busy and I have been tired! This spring we have moved, been to weddings and baby showers and all sorts of other fun things that have completely worn me out. Plus, it has rained here for about 4 months in a row. That may be an exaggeration but not much of one. It has seriously rained day after day after day. The weather seriously effects my mood. So far, it's been a dreary spring for me and the weather. After a week at the beach I've decided to get on the stick and update with a few blogs.

I had my first baby shower in May and it was so much fun. Everyone made it really special and I felt so blessed for such sweet friends.

These are some of the gifts we received...
Me and the sweet friends who hosted my shower. Thanks girls! Love you all!

Here they are on kitchen duty before the above photo.

This is pretty much my expression for every single gift. Amelia got some of the most adorable things I have ever seen.

Isn't Amelia going to have the cutest Grandma?! She is going to spoil her rotten and I'm going to let her. We are going to have so much fun!

Opening Amelia's coming home dress from my Mom. The spoiling has already started! ;)

This party took place during the busiest time of the year so far and it rained that day (go figure). I felt like a walking zombie that weekend, but the afternoon was perfect. What a special first party for little Amelia. I know I say it over and over, but Ben and I feel so blessed to have such amazing friends and family.