Lucy, Lucy My Gal...

We are living in bliss. Words can not describe...so I'll let the pics.

Just an ordinary weekend...

Last night Joel and I had movie & pizza night. It was pre-planned. One of the items on our short list of what we wanted to do before movies are watched in 15 minute increments over the course of three days. We also went to the grocery store to stock up on food for family, snacks for the hospital and - lets face it - just so I could get in one more trip to one of my favorite places, the grocery store.

I woke up this morning at 9. Much later than I normally do. I rolled over (slowly and much like a rotisserie chicken thanks to this belly), kissed my husband on the cheek and SLOWLY rolled the other way to start the long process of sitting up and getting out of bed. I know this all sounds dramatic and oh so labored - if you've been there, hollah. If not, don't judge ;-). When I stood up, there before me sat the baby's bassinet.

I shuffled to the bathroom (ALWAYS the first stop in the mornings) and then shuffled to the kitchen (ALWAYS the second stop in the mornings) catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror along the way, bigger than ever and thought "I might miss this belly."

I fixed my preggo breakfast of an Eggo waffle with peanut butter, a banana and a glass of 1/2 skim and 1/2 chocolate milk and plopped down in our glider where we will spend countless hours, no doubt, holding and feeding and comforting our baby girl.

Joel got up and fixed his breakfast - blueberry frosted mini wheats. I didn't even know so many cereals existed - but then, that's what happens when Joel goes to the grocery store with me. He started the washing machine for me while I sorted through one more load of receiving blankets and tiny hooded towels.

He got a phone call from my dad about hotel rooms for this week and he took it in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair.

It's so quiet - and peaceful and calm here. But there is a VERY electric energy in the house. Everywhere are the reminders of what is to come. Calm before the storm comes to mind - but it's more than that. We are teetering on the edge of coupledom and full on family. In a matter of days there is no teetering. We will be the Schoepf family...not just the Schoepfs. It's still incredible. It's still unbelievable.

Today we are running errands, writing thank you notes, cooking dinner...tomorrow we are going to the Floathouse for a cheeseburger, maybe to the Americana Jam at Gruene Hall. Just an ordinary weekend. Let it be known it has been documented here - so that when we look back and wonder what we used to fill our time with, we'll have record.

May...be, baby...

We celebrated our 3 Year Anniversary last week. Me and my best friend, Joel Charles Schoepf, Jr. I can't believe it's been three years. I feel like we just got married. Rather than scanning the past three years as a horizontal time line, I see it more like a stack of pancakes...sweet, delicious, blueberry and buckwheat pancakes - with one occurrence no sweeter than the next - but instead adding layers to our sweet life. I love thinking about our life and all that we have had the opportunity to enjoy together...all the travel and shows and freedoms that we have had...it's been amazing. Here's to you, babe. I can't remember what life was like before you...and I don't really want to.

Speaking of sweet layers, we are ONE WEEK away from our due date! I can't believe it. All the stories that everyone tried to tell me in the beginning about how flying time comes to a screeching halt towards the end, they were true. The nursery is ready, the house is ready, Joel is home, I'm wrapping up my work...we are ready!!!! But she, however, is not. Tomorrow will be 39 weeks and the little booger is still breech. The doctor isn't worried...so I'm not (much). I'm a bit thrown, but only a little bit. I have known all along that pregnancies don't always go the way we plan them...and neither do deliveries. I keep telling myself not to rush it - not to be anxious. Animals are not given a due date...they don't live in anticipation of a day on the calendar to give birth. They keep themselves busy and occupied with their normal everyday grazing and nut collecting and dam building. I'm trying to live like that. Patience has NEVER been one of my strong points...so "trying" is saying a lot. In regard to the breechness I'm walking, swimming, drinking water, spending lots of time on my hands and knees...I'm trying all the wives tales so we'll see what happens. Whether she flips or not, we are focused on a healthy baby and remembering that just because this process does not go as planned it is not a failure. And grinning slightly at the way she is already teaching us that regardless of our planning, she has the upper hand.

Joel is home for the next month and a half. We are on cruise control. We'll keep you updated!