Thursday, March 29, 2012


So, two days ago, I had an experience with the Lord. I'll try to explain, but words probably won't do it justice, so here goes. Wish I had a picture (well, maybe not!).

On Tuesday morning, I was out for a run. I was feeling pretty good - almost 2 miles in when whammo, I hit the pavement. Y'all. I'm talking about flat on my face spitting rocks out of my mouth, blood on my scraped hands and knees (and shoulder???), flat out on the sidewalk hitting the pavement. Of course, I quickly jumped up hoping and praying no one saw me. Which is impossible since I was downtown at 8th and Main. You know what??? No one even rolled down their windows to say, "hey crazy lady... are you okay?" Nope, not one. But anyway, I digress. So, I looked at my little hands and winced when I saw on my watch that it was 11:42. I had exactly 18 minutes to get home, drive to church and pick up the boys from preschool. Which, normally, would be totally possible, since I was only a little more than a mile from home. So, I started running again. I was hurting and embarrassed and then it hit me. HOLY CRAP... what if I just hurt my baby? My little baby in my tummy? I started sobbing hysterically and was trying to run, but then feeling the need to stop and pray for my baby. So, I did... for a brief moment. Then, looking at my clock - 11:47. Oh no. 13 minutes. So I kicked it into high gear - sprinted home, with some breaks to catch my breath and try to not throw up since I was crying so home at 11:59 and jumped in the van.

On the way to church, I called my OB and left a message and tried to call my hubby who was in a meeting at the Capital -yeah, with legislators and stuff. So I didn't want to bother him, but I needed some reassurance, so I did what every wife would do. I called 3 times and texted him. Of course he called me right back and was calm as a cucumber. Then I started to breathe normally as I pulled into the church parking lot. I pulled it together and went and picked up my sweeties (only 3 minutes late, mind you!)

After a while, I was calm. I was fairly certain nothing was wrong with my baby. My belly wasn't hurting at all - I had no bleeding or cramping and I was reminded of the miracle of pregnancy and how protected that little bean is in my womb. I did get a call back from my OB, who was also very reassuring and told me not to worry unless I started cramping or bleeding, which she seriously doubted would happen.

Then, the most amazing thing of my day happened. I had a moment with my precious sweet unborn baby. I immediately felt protective and like a real mommy to this sweet child. I hate to even admit this, but prior to this, I've felt so crummy and zombie like the last 11 weeks, that I haven't really taken time to marvel at the miracle of new life and praise God with my whole being for this opportunity to yet again, be "mommy" to a little person. Of course, we are excited and have been since that positive pregnancy test, but honestly, I've been more overwhelmed than anything else. I've prayed for this baby, but honestly, it felt like I was praying for someone else's child. Until two days ago... now, I'm starting to imagine what he or she will look like and sound like and how he or she will fit into our little family. I'm grateful for this experience. As weird as that sounds. I'm grateful I didn't get hurt worse. I'm grateful no one who knew me saw me. :-) I'm grateful that God works in mysterious ways. Seriously, I am. And I'm grateful that I'm 100% in love with the babe in my belly!

Thursday, March 15, 2012


Stover Baby #3! :-) Can you freakin' believe it? We are thrilled. I feel slightly guilty that I'm almost 10 weeks preggo and this is the first picture I've taken. I'll try to do belly shots each week, but let's face it, I don't have as much time as before. :-)

So here's the rundown:

No, it wasn't exactly planned, but not exactly unplanned either, if you know what I mean. We are some fertile folks, and for that I'm so grateful. I know many of my friends struggle with infertility and it just breaks my heart to watch their pain. If that's you, and you are reading this, I am praying for you!

The boys' reactions have been absolutely precious. I kind of thought they'd be indifferent, but they are so excited. They talk to the baby all the time. They want to see how he/she is growing by looking at my pregnancy book and on the internet. They sing to the baby and pray for it. It is really really sweet! And they have been so kind to me, saying things like, "mommy, since you have a baby in your tummy, we pulled some of your weeds in your garden." I'

I, for some reason, feel a little like a first time mom. I feel like I've forgotten everything, which if I'm honest, completely freaks me out!I get so excited when I read my weekly updates from BabyCenter telling me how the baby is growing and developing.

I'm not throwing up, for which I am grateful. I do, however feel like I got hit by a Mack truck most days. I've never felt exhaustion like this. Although, the last three days have been slightly better - perhaps I'm coming out of the fog! I do gag when I brush my teeth. Seriously...can hardly do it. But of course I do because I have to.

We went for our first appointment last week and everything looks amazing. We even got an ultrasound, which I wasn't expecting, but was so glad. There's just nothing better than seeing that. No matter if it's the first time, third time or 10th time. Amazing. Simply Amazing!

We have no baby stuff. None. Nada. Crazy, huh? We donated, gave away loaned much of our stuff. We do have an extra crib that's at my parents house somewhere... I don't have one item of maternity clothing, so I was so glad when Katie brought me some. Oh gosh, that too also freaks me out.

I don't need maternity clothes just yet. My tummy is looking pudgy. Lovely...A lady at exercise class said she was going to start calling me pudgy. Girls, I tell you what if she ever (OR ANYONE ELSE) calls me pudgy, I might just go all crazy and punch a nose or two. Just sayin'. I haven't gained any weight yet. Confession time... when I think about this precious baby, the weight gain is what I dread the most. I have worked my butt off to get back to a manageable weight. So, hopefully, my weight gain and subsequent loss experience won't be too traumatic.

I don't remember this from last time, but pregnancy peeing is weird! Yes, of course I have to potty often. But when I do, it takes sweet forever. And it's a really little trickle. (TOO MUCH INFORMATION, i know... sorry.) Even Billy comments and says things like, "dang - didn't know anyone could pee that long." Oh the joys!

Oh, and guess what else???? I get to share this pregnancy with my sweet sister in law! :-) Hooray! She and I are due literally the same day or so. That is super special! Speaking of due date, our ultrasound indicates 10/13/2012. :)

And the best part of being preggo??? The thought that I get to see my sweet hubby be a daddy again. Y'all, I'm convinced that's the reason God chose for us to be parents again... so another person can look up to and idealize their daddy. These three babies have no idea how blessed they are that Billy is their daddy. Really...