Class Time

Last night, as I was lounging in my usual spot on the couch while Bryan and I were watching a movie, an ornery fly kept buzzing around me, seemingly intent on driving me to the point of jumping up for a flyswatter (which it eventually did).  I was flapping my arms around wildly trying to shoo it away, and Bryan asked me what was wrong.  I told him there was a stupid fly that would not leave me alone.  He looked over and said, "Well, he's probably looking for something that hasn't moved in a few days and might be dead."  VERY FUNNY.

Well, thank God for the humor he can find in the situation.  On Day 8, I admit I am getting a little anxious for this class to be over.  And I'm sure it is a class, with a number of lessons that I am supposed to learn.  I hope I can ace the final exam so I don't have to re-take the class.  Of course, I cannot and will not complain.  It is a very short class, and many others have to take this particular class over a much longer period of time.  Plus, the reward at the end is going to be so adorably cute!

Speaking of adorably cute, I think we've pretty much settled on names, except for a girl's middle name.  According to babynamegenie.com, the perfect name if we are having a girl would be Kendra Nicole.  And for a boy?  Colton Wayne.  I don't think we'll be using those names, though they are somewhat more tempting than Kyla's suggestions of "puppy," "baby," "toys," and "house."  So on to another one of the 18,300,000 websites that are generated when I Google "cutest middle names for girls."

One of the things I've realized during this class has been how blessed we are to have such kind people in our lives.  We had four different people bring us meals last week, even after I tried to tell people that we really didn't need anything.  And that was on top of the food Mom cooked while she was here and left for us.  It was such a huge help for me not to have to think about meals for my family.  So, Lesson #1:  Accept what's given graciously, and appreciate it!  I don't like to have to accept other people doing what I feel is my job to do.  But, as Mom reminded me, I need to be a full-time Mommy right now and do what is best for this little baby.

Lesson #2:  Get back to the basics.  Sometimes slowing down is the only way to see what I've been letting slip in my normally fast-paced life.  There's too many things on my list of what to do if I "find" time.  Time isn't found.  Time is made.  Enough said.  Hopefully I can remember this lesson after there's another little person demanding my time.

So that's maybe where Lesson #3 comes in.  Our house doesn't dissolve in heap of dust when the floor doesn't get swept and laundry doesn't get put away.  Who knew?  Although that bird crap on the window?  Yeah, that's gotta go.

Well, the bad part about having all this time to think is having all this time to think.  LOL.  I keep thinking about all I was going to do in the last 6-ish weeks of my pregnancy.  Right now, we can't even get to the infant carseat because it's buried behind so much stuff that was pulled out of the guest bedroom to redecorate it.  One of those projects I was going to have finished by now.  We can't get to the attic to pull out the baby clothes, nor can we reach the baby bathtub or swing.  Bryan said to me yesterday, "Did all that stuff really come out of that bedroom?"  Oh well.  All I can do is laugh, I guess!

When I was in the hospital last week, I desperately prayed, "Please let everything work out okay!"  I wasn't even praying about the big things right then.  It was the little details, like if we got released in the middle of the night, what we were going to do since neither one of us was anywhere near awake enough to drive 2 1/2 hours back to Bryan's parents.  Things that you worry about when you've been awake for nearly 24 hours.  Since then, I've prayed that prayer numerous times as we negotiated the different challenges of me being on bedrest and not being able to take care of Kyla.  I don't think I'm being unimaginative, and I do pray for God's will to be done in all; I just can't begin to imagine how God might choose to make things work.  But He always does!  And it's usually in some way that I had not thought about.  So, Lesson #4:  Let God be God.  He does a much better job of it than I do....MUCH better.

When Life Doesn't Go As Planned

As we are all aware, sometimes life doesn't go quite like we plan.  In fact, I guess considering all the variables, we should be surprised when life DOES go as planned.  Unplanned has definitely been a good way to describe this last week.

My Little Diva

It seems like in the past month, Kyla has gone through a psychosocial growth spurt.  Suddenly, she is full of conversation and Miss Independent, but all at her own discretion.  Tonight, as I rocked her a bit before bed, I decided to ask her about her day.  I asked what she did at daycare today.  She informed me she got to swing at Laura's house.  I asked her what else she did, and she said she played outside with a spoon.  When I asked her who was there today, she could only name Ryan and Ryker.  She could not think of Alexis, McKayla, Taryn, or Kylie.  Apparently, she is chums with the guys.  I asked if she took a nap, and she said no but that Laura napped and the baby napped.  I double checked.  "Did you take a nap?"  "Nope!"  I need to make a deal with Laura:  "I won't believe everything she tells me about you if you don't believe everything she tells you about me!"

When I picked her up, I saw she was in different pants than when I'd taken her there.  I asked her if she wet "Dora," and she informed me that she did indeed do so and that the aforementioned wetting happened in the porch.  Good to know.

She is all about getting into the car by herself and buckling herself into her carseat (the top buckle anyway), walking instead of being carried, taking off and putting on her own clothes, putting her milk into the fridge by herself, and walking up and down the stairs by herself, albeit holding hands with Mom.  However, she has also picked up a new favorite phrase whenever she doesn't want to do any of the above-mentioned items:  "Mama help!"  At least I still feel needed occasionally.  She hasn't asked for the car keys yet, either.

According to urbandictionary.com, diva is used "to define a person who exudes great style and personality with confidence and expresses their own style and not letting others influence who they are or who they want to be."  Alternatively, "a person whose character makes them stand out from the rest."

So here's a pic of my little diva expressing her own style:

The Old Is Gone; The New Has Come!

Our office spent this week moving into a new building.  This has been a long time in the coming, and it was much anticipated.  What a great feeling to finally be there!!  When I started working for the firm, I had a cubicle.  After I came back from maternity leave with Kyla, my cubicle was taken; so I was placed at a desk in the basement.  It wasn't bad, aside from the fact that it was in the basement.  Then, when a new lawyer was hired and took my spot, I got moved back upstairs to a counter that was never really intended to be a workplace.  Someone generously donated a 2-drawer filing cabinet for my use, but I had almost no room to work at all.  I have been there since this past August, eagerly awaiting a bigger area!

This is where I spent the last 7 months:

The good thing was that I sat in front a reflective glass.  I could always see if anyone was standing behind me before I complained about the bosses.  ;)

This is the cubicle that was directly behind me:

That cubicle was one of four that sat back-to-back in a square.  So there were five of us in that small room, with the receptionist in a little aclove off to one side.

I was eagerly looking forward to moving week.  Unfortunately, I was informed right away Wednesday morning before the movers came that I was being benched for the duration.  Thus, my job was to stay behind at the old office to answer phones while everyone else moved.  Wednesday wasn't too bad, but by Thursday I was out of stuff to do.  So I bought Kyla a "Big Sister" shirt and read numerous articles about preparing for a second child.  :)  I read that from Kyla's perspective, it would be for me as if Bryan were to bring home a pretty little wife and tell me that this was his new wife, and he was going to spend a lot of time with her, and that even though she would cry and scream a lot, I needed to be nice to her.  I started to feel really sad for Kyla and made up my mind to make sure she feels extra special after the baby comes.  Bryan volunteered to take Kyla out for ice cream right after the baby is born.  (Big sacrifice, right? :) )

Finally, the phones got turned off at the old office today, and I got to head over to the new office to unpack.  Hooray!!  Loving all the space!  This is where I moved!

What you see is half of the cubicle I share with one other lady.  Her half looks identical to mine.

I was trying to find a cute desktop organizer, and after discovering that Wal-Mart, K-Mart, and Shop-Ko all lacked in that department, this is what I came up with:

I'm actually excited to go to work next week!! :)