I accidentally left my purse w/ my keys in the car Bill used to take to church. Guess I won't be going anywhere this morning. It's a blessing. I woke up discontent and cranky and in need of space. Space....
So, I decided to start working on another scrapbook--because the unfinished one is soooo much fun! ;) Seriously, I spent five (FIVE!) hours Friday night not (NOT!) finishing two pages. Right? I will never finish his baby book and am losing steam/ideas/blah for this particular project. So I dove into my pregnancy album. Fun--not nearly as heart wrenching or emotion filled--and easy. It's not all about legacy and trying to please some future adult version of my child. Wow, those can be some high expectations and he's really demanding as an adult. Plus, shades of blue get depressing. (Especially when you're already half way there.) AND, I must finish these books before I can consider future babes.
The boy is a boy and no longer a babe and I rather liked having one around.
Opening page pic:
God bless Picnic.
That was me around 23ish weeks. The Fed-Ex guy that delivers to my office had already been asking when I was "going to pop, cause you're huge" for about a month at this point. sigh. It was taken right before we left to go to the ultra sound place to find out if the babe was a boy or a girl. My nervous hives must not have hit yet. But my nervous pee--which when you're pregnant and already peeing every 30 minutes--had struck and was annoying.
So, I decided to start working on another scrapbook--because the unfinished one is soooo much fun! ;) Seriously, I spent five (FIVE!) hours Friday night not (NOT!) finishing two pages. Right? I will never finish his baby book and am losing steam/ideas/blah for this particular project. So I dove into my pregnancy album. Fun--not nearly as heart wrenching or emotion filled--and easy. It's not all about legacy and trying to please some future adult version of my child. Wow, those can be some high expectations and he's really demanding as an adult. Plus, shades of blue get depressing. (Especially when you're already half way there.) AND, I must finish these books before I can consider future babes.
The boy is a boy and no longer a babe and I rather liked having one around.
Opening page pic:
God bless Picnic.
That was me around 23ish weeks. The Fed-Ex guy that delivers to my office had already been asking when I was "going to pop, cause you're huge" for about a month at this point. sigh. It was taken right before we left to go to the ultra sound place to find out if the babe was a boy or a girl. My nervous hives must not have hit yet. But my nervous pee--which when you're pregnant and already peeing every 30 minutes--had struck and was annoying.
Don't feel bad. I have a 2005 and 2006 scrapbook and that's it. 2007 has needed finishing touches for a year an a half. I dont even know what the H happened to 2008, not that it matter since after he was born I thinkwe took about three pictures of Lucas. And here it is the end of 2009. Dont even get me starts on my wedding/honeymoon pictures or my college study abroad.
Yes, thank the good Lord for late night scrapbook stores! I haven't done that in awhile!