Peter's Labor Story

If you are one of those that is interested in all the nitty-gritty details of a birth, this post is for you.  The pictures are mostly from the previous post - put more in sequence here.

Labor and Birth of Peter Joseph:

I checked in at the hospital at about 3:45pm.  They got me all hooked up to the monitors and let me sit a bit to make sure baby's heart-rate was doing well.  About 4:30pm they decided baby was quite happy and started me on the Pitocin.

Posing for my adoring fans,

I was at a 2 at this point and maybe 50% effaced.  We started watching one of my favorite movies, Stardust.  

I had just discovered the bed could be turned into this "throne" position and thought it was an awesome way to begin my labor.

My doctor made it to the hospital a little after 5pm and checked on me.  I think it was a little after 6pm when she finally was able to break my water and help my cervix stretch a little – all the way to a 4.  

One of my favored labor positions - on the ball.  I often had to hold the baby monitor in the right spot (as I am doing in this picture), despite the belt, in order to make sure it was tracking the baby's heartbeat and not mine.

I was sitting on the ball a lot or kneeling on the floor by the bed, trying to get my hips to open up while watching the movie.  After a while, I finally started having a few more serious contractions – requiring a little deep breathing.  

My dear hubby was making fun of me at this point as I was just starting to breathe through some of the contractions.  Fortunately they were not too bad yet and I had plenty of breath and patience to tell him to shut up.  :)

Then somewhere around 8pm I was noting that things were starting to get serious.  I was feeling – well, just crappy (as I expect at this point in labor) – some nausea, starting to get the shakes – that means things are doing what they are supposed to be doing, though, so I was grateful for it!  

Things getting more serious - Gordie adding counter-pressure.

My doctor came to check me and I wanted to decline, but was also on the fence about turning up the Pitocin or not, so I let her.  I was sadly still only a 4.  This is part of why I hate being checked – not only is it uncomfortable, it is often discouraging!!  Despite this, we decided the Pitocin was at a good place as things were definitely beginning.  Shortly after that, things got serious.  I slipped into a sort-of “quiet comma” where I just blocked out everything and focused on relaxing and surviving contractions.  I was really comfortable resting my head and upper body on the bed at this point.  And Gordie started giving me counter-pressure in my low back during the contractions.  That really made them not nearly as bad as they had been in past labors.  I had Rebekah turn on some music for me – actually it was “The Stations of the Cross.”  Not that I was really planning on praying “the way” at this time, but it is the most soothing tape I have.  Seriously, it calms me and is so peaceful.  Plus, when I could focus again a little after each contraction there was prayer going – it really helped me as I begged God to help me through labor again.  I basically just survived things for a while.  

At some point – maybe around 9pm, I was starting to get really tired and ready to BE DONE!!  (which is usually a good sign that we are close to the end).  I asked the nurses to invite my doctor back in – she was around, doing some paperwork.  I knew things were getting close, but was afraid to tell them my guess on how many contractions were left because it is discouraging to find out there are more than I guessed – but I remember thinking I had probably less than 20 to go – maybe more like 10.  (At this point in labor, surviving one contraction at a time is how I roll.)  My doc kept asking me if I felt pressure and I kept telling her no as I distinctly remember how it feels when the baby is finally down and ready to come out.  I was still kneeling by the bed at this point – down to hands and knees, letting my hips sag back and open.  My doc wanted to check me, but this was an awkward position for her and she had trouble figuring out what was what.  She wanted me to lie down so she could check me and this is where I asked if I could just lie on the floor – which elicited chuckles from everyone.  Then I realized I did not have to ask them – this was my labor!  So I moved to lay on the floor and they all just dealt with it.  

The black shirt is my main nurse, the navy scrubs are my doctor, my husband is in the back, and you can see my head to the left side as they all had to gather around me on the floor - my position of choice.

My doctor checked me – I was at an 8 and I remember asking her how I needed to move to get the baby to pressure my last part of cervix.  She told me the baby was posterior or anterior – I don't remember which, but those words where too “doctory” for me to process at this point, so I just went back to my knees as that had felt the best for me.  

Funny side-note: The commentator on my Stations of the Cross tape would start each reflection addressing Jesus.  And every time my doctor heard him say “Jesus, . . .” she thought someone was cussing and kept looking around to see who was saying it.

Another couple contractions there and I told my doc I felt some pressure, but it did not feel quite as strong as normal but she asked if she could check me again, as maybe it was time to push!!  (I LOVE time to push – finally takes away the pain of the contractions.)  I stood up and squatted a little – leaning on Gordie, who was squatting even more as he is taller than me.  My doc checked me quickly, right before the next contraction and concluded I could push, but I could tell baby was not quite down all the way.  

Pushing.

Anyhow, I started pushing.  Normally a push or two is all I need, but the nurse told me later I was pushing for a couple minutes or so (which seemed like an eternity to me – hah).  My doctor told me later that it was because he was in there a bit crooked, but fortunately I have had enough babies my body was able to wiggle him as he needed to be and get him out ok.  Finally, I heard my doctor say “STOP PUSHING!!” and I remember responding, “I'M NOT PUSHING!!  I'M NOT PUSHING!! - and I was not trying to, but I think my body was doing it anyhow.  I'm not sure why she said that – maybe the cord was around his neck – my babies often come out that way.  Anyhow, she did whatever she needed to do and he was out on the next push – right as my Stations of the Cross tape finished.  

They handed him to me and it was like I came out of my “quiet zone” and could talk to people again.  I remember saying, “oh, hello everyone, nice to see you here” or something like that – because honestly I had not opened my eyes for the past hour and a half – hah.  And Peter (who had no name yet) was absolutely perfect.  

Welcome Peter Joseph!!

Well, we did it again.  Last night I was induced to bring our newest son, Peter Joseph outside the womb, at about 9:30pm.  

Peter weighed in at 7lbs 13oz and shares a birthday with my father and my oldest nephew.  Rebekah joined me for the labor and was my photographer.  I told her she could take pictures of anything and boy she did.  I'm thankful for her capturing the moments as I was "a little busy."  

Rebekah and Peter Joseph

Random funny side-note: We live 30 minutes from the hospital I delivered at.  As we pulled into the parking lot Rebekah informed us that she had forgotten to put on shoes.  I was afraid they would not let her in!!  Fortunately, no one seemed to notice or care.  Only my daughter. . . 

A special thanks to my dear husband who was amazingly helpful and supportive literally - as I leaned on him to push the little man out while squatting at the end.  Normally my babies only take a push or two.  This little guy was wedged in a little crooked, so it was a couple minutes of pushing - nothing really for me to complain about, but I found out later it was a bit of a physical challenge for my hubby to hold me steady while squatting with me!  I am so blessed to have him, my goofball of a husband, to brighten the day and be my rock.

Here I believe Gordie is making fun of my breathing through a contraction, tell me to focus or some such.  I'm pretty sure I snuck in an extra breath to tell him to shut up.

Things were getting serious here.  Gordie was so good at counter-pressure during contractions.  He made this labor so much more bearable than my past ones.

Rebekah took the pictures, but there is a sort of "accidental?" creativity to this one I think.  I was pushing at this point.

Random fun note from this delivery. . .

*At one point I was kneeling by the bed - my favorite position and the doc wanted me to lie down so she could check me.  I remember asking, "Can I just lie on the floor?"  Because I am a big floor person nowadays - honestly I sit on our wood floor at home several times a day.  Anyhow, that question got a good chuckle out of everyone and then it dawned on me that I really was in charge of this labor and could do whatever the heck I wanted, so I laid myself right on the floor for the next couple contractions.  Doc checked me and then I decided I did not like that position to so I was up on my knees again soon, but I'm pretty sure they were a bit shocked by my craziness.

This is not the best picture obviously, but the black shirt is one of my nurses, the scrubs are my doc, Gordie is in the back and my head is to the side.  These poor people had to put up with my labor insanity circling up around me on the floor.  They were so good to me.

*Rebekah took some of the most random pictures.  But I am so glad she was able to document things.  These are totally out of order, by the way, but I'm limited on time and ability to organize them better at the moment, so you get what you get.

Doc in "the booties" - guess we were getting close to delivery at this point!

They had a plethora of ball choices.  This was my first time to sit on a "peanut" ball, but it was surprisingly comfortable!

Monitors and cords everywhere when you have to be on pitocin, but hey, it gets that baby out!

More belts and cords, I think I was posing for this one.

Rebekah was fascinated with my IV.  And I must say, my nurse did an excellent job!  She got it in on the first try and made it super-secure so there was no worry of pulling it out.

This was pretty early on.  I think it was the first time I realized the bed could be made into a "throne" like this - super comfy!!

A bit blurry, but this is my doctor, sitting here in my room, chatting it up with me while I'm in labor.  I am so blessed to have her delivering my babies!  And yes, she is pretty-much this happy and cheerful all the time.

Enjoying one of the peanut balls.  This was still early-on, I'm pretty sure I was watching a movie still here, waiting for things to get "serious."

I am guessing this was taken right as baby was born (as I think his "official time" was 9:24 pm).  I am impressed with Rebekah's thoughtfulness to capture the time.

7 Quick Takes - catching up

1) We took a family hike at the local lake a while back on a nice day.

We have every intention of being a "naturey" family - we want to be a rough and tumble, play outside, hike around, survive in the wild-kind-of-family.  But as much as we try to live and encourage that, it is a tough "way" to learn, especially for littles (and perhaps we do not "teach" as well or as often as we could/should).  Thus, when we chose a three-mile-hike for our "family adventure" we did not expect it to be quite so grueling.  I mean, seriously, we live in Kansas.  If the land slopes at all we consider it a hill and we have NO CONCEPT of serious climbing or underbrush or anything that makes a "trail" really a challenge.  How hard can a little three-mile-trek be?  Well, the older kids (Rebekah, Samuel, Jacob, and Paul) did totally fine - carried their packs, kept up, enjoyed the "nature," and generally were helpful and pleasant.  Other than wanting to stop for water and snacks all too often (but in their defense we did not eat lunch - just brought hefty snacks - and we began our hike at about 1pm).  Even Miriam hiked pretty-much the whole thing (Gordie only carried her in a pack for a few minutes in the beginning) and had no trouble.  

Zipporah on the other hand managed to make everyone's lives a bit "less fun."  In her defense, it was naptime, and it was windy - not cold, but rather windy.  I had Rebekah carrying her in a soft backpack carrier to begin with because being in my third-trimester of this pregnancy I was not sure how I would do carrying both babies.  Gordie was wearing Miriam in the framed backpack carrier at this time.  Soon Zipporah grew tired of Rebekah and after trying her on Gordie, I tried to wear her.  She continued to fuss in every possible combination - hard carrier, soft carrier, mom or dad, etc.  Finally I figured I would just carry her in my arms if that would make her stop crying!!  But alas, even in my arms, she was frustrated and I had forgotten a blanket, so the wind kept stirring her and keeping her from dozing off.  We ended up skipping a bit of trail and cutting over to make it a touch shorter.  Zipporah cried for at least half of the hike and refused to be satiated.  Then, as we were SURE she would just crash out in the car, she showed us by staying awake the whole fifty-minute drive home!

Miriam and Paul trucking right along.  ---Yes, this is what "hiking" looks like in Kansas - not quite as fun as those areas in other states with trees, rivers, hills, mountains, etc., but it is our home and we do the best we can.

What an adventure.  But we did have fun and maybe when we try it again, not during "naptime" we will have more pleasant results.

2) Rebekah made a special gift for Grandma's birthday.

Whenever the kids visit Grandma (Gordie's mom), she has a few "rules" that go something like: "No whining, no crying, no shouting, no pouting."  She is often repeating those while the kids are there.  So Rebekah decided to make some signs for Grandma with those rules.

"No Shouting, No Pouting Zone.  Proceed with CAUTION."  I helped her outline the letters so you could see them better, but she did all the painting, including the background, by herself.

"No whining, no crying zone."  This one was done, in entirety, by Rebekah.

3) Paul "officially" finished all of his school work on Tuesday.

I should note, he finished everything but a few science lessons (which I have to read to him) about three weeks ago.  But now, he has every possible lesson and activity complete - and he was not even required to do it all - 95% in his major courses and 85% in his Science would be considered "mastery" (as they simply do more of a pass-fail-thing for our virtual school = either you master it our you do it again until you do).  Anyhow, as much as you might think "way to go Paul!!" I am not really celebrating and actually asked his teacher if she could find some more work for him!  This is because a bored Paul is a distracting Paul and one that begs for computer games all day.  While the games are educational, they can still be distracting to his siblings, plus all that screen time.  It is a battle now with him.  Although I have more "busy work" worksheets, handwriting, etc - Paul is smart and can get into his "lessons" on the school website, so he KNOWS he does not have any left and anything I tell him to do is not "official" - thus he does not have to.  Who ever thought something like finishing school early would have any detriment?  Only with Paul. . . 

3) The other kids are doing pretty-well on school work.

Not to make you think Paul is the only one working around here.  Jacob should be done with his lessons in about two weeks (just before the baby comes if we can stay on track) and Rebekah had her spelling and vocabulary for the year done by Christmas.  Samuel wrapped up his vocabulary a couple days ago and spelling is close behind.  I still anticipate doing some work into the summer, but mostly that is because I am going to be giving the kiddos a hefty break after the baby comes.  In any case, I feel like we have a much better handle on things this year, as compared to last year, and I don't think the kids will mind finishing up a few things.  Especially classes like German are really fun as they incorporate a ton of games and such, so having them open over the summer will probably be a bonus.

4) We finally renewed our museum membership.

'We are really blessed to have an AMAZING museum here in town and the cost of membership is really affordable.  Seriously, two visits and I have gotten my money's worth from our yearly family cost.  It is great.

Miriam is on the far right, pictured with some friends here.

Zipporah checking out the spider.

Jacob and Samuel having some spider fun.

5) This might sound bad, but Zipporah has been reminding me of a puppy lately.

Seriously, she has to weasel in around my legs - especially in the kitchen, and get herself into whatever I am doing.  It is kinda cute when I'm sitting on the floor and she comes over to sit by me (well, ON me if at all possible, but with my growing belly, she has to settle for beside these days).  In the mornings she will often follow me from room to room, close on my heels to be sure I do not disappear into an alternate universe.  But. . . she is also growing up by leaps and bounds and will even play outside (in our fenced-in yard) by herself sometimes!!  So I'm sure I will miss being the center of her attention soon, but goodness right now she often wears me out by the end of the day!

6) Miriam is turning from her sweet sweet self to "a child with a bit more spunk."

I think that is the best way to put it.  In other words, she is beginning to get quite an attitude about things!  And my rough-and-tumble girl is suddenly coming to me with tears over every little thing.  I realize this is simply part of growing up, but I am already looking forward to the conclusion of this "stage" of development!

Random picture of Rebekah pulling Miriam and Zipporah in the wagon - to the corner and back.  This has become one of the girls' favorite activities!

7) We are in the process of remodeling the downstairs bathroom.

Our bathrooms are both in need of serious updating, the downstairs is going first because Daddy wanted to pull out the shower and add a tub/shower combo. . . a tub especially for tall people to enjoy.  We got one that is six-feet-long and super-deep.  It is SO NICE already!!  The only thing is that since the tub is already in "use-able" condition (aka you can fill it and the drain works), someone seems to have lost his motivation to get on with finished the rest of the bathroom!  But I'm sure he will eventually get it done - no need to keep reminding him about it every six months or anything - haha :)

And if you made it this far, enjoy another random picture. . . 

7 Quick Takes

1) Rebekah made this awesome gift for Daddy for his birthday.

She planned it.  Then I took her to Hobby Lobby to get the letters and heart.  She painted them and I helped her hang them.  Rebekah loves Daddy.  Yep, she sure does.

2) We are planning for the new baby to be in Zipporah's room.

And thank God for nesting.  I cleaned the room up and maybe figured out kind-of where I might put the baby.  I also cleaned out a drawer of Zipporah's dresser for the new baby's clothes.  Zipporah has been super-excited, babbling and pointing at all the changes.  I think she likes it. . . for now.  She might change her tune when she meets her new roommate.  

I have never put a new baby in with a two-year-old before, but Zipporah does not fit in the other bedroom at the moment and she naps so well and sleeps in so well, it seems a shame to make her share a room with the animals her older brothers and sisters.  The past history of introducing the two or three-year-old into the "big kid bedroom" has been lots of LATE nights of repeatedly returning the new dweller to the new bed.  I am not in the mood for that right now, so as far as I'm concerned, Zipporah can keep her own room and her own bed (the playpen/crib) until the new baby is mobile enough to need it.

Sorry I cannot find a before picture.  I know one exists, but alas, I am not sure where.  Anyhow, it looks nice and tidy, right?  Zipporah will probably stay in the playpen/crib.  New baby's bed is pending on what it will consist of.  We scrapped the old crib because it was old and drop-down, but I am not ready to replace it.  Let's be realistic anyhow, new baby will probably sleep in MY bed for the first six months at least.

3) Speaking of the new baby, Rebekah gave me this list of boy names from the bible to help us decide what his name shall be.

She is so thoughtful.

4) Gordie got some bad news from the doctor.

The eating habits (and/or genetics) of my dear husband have caught up to him and he now has "high" cholesterol.  He has been hitting the exercise pretty-hard for the past couple of months and that has helped, but it looks like his diet needs a remake as well.  I am thoroughly impressed at his efforts to switch from eating basically meat and cheese, with everything fried, to vegetables and fish.  It has only been a few days, but he is starting out strong and actually seems to enjoy the fish!  Plus I discovered I REALLY like asparagus - something I might not have tried if it were not for the hubby trying it, too. 

5) The Study is locked and might stay that way for the next month.

One of our upstairs bedrooms is affectionately termed "the study" as it houses many shelves of books, toys, educational games, etc.  It also attempts to contain the legos and kinex (but we all know these toys are really ALIVE and jump out of their proper storage containers when we are not looking).  In any case, Rebekah takes the State Assessment tests for school, but since we would have to drive an hour and a half each way - three days total! - to have them officially proctored, her teacher allows her to do it virtually.  Anyhow, in order to make sure Rebekah is not cheating, her teacher will have her use the webcam to pan the room.  Thus, the reason I had to clean the study, as I had THOUGHT the test was the next day - no time to make the kids do it and it needed to be done well!  In any case, I had the date wrong, she is not taking the test for another month but. . . let's be honest, cleaning never keeps that long and as great as all my children are, they just cannot seem to get the legos and kinex picked up "well-enough" for my tastes, no matter how much commanding, begging, bribing, encouraging, etc I can come up with.  

Since I cannot fix this "cleaning problem" for the moment and do not want to think I just cleaned the study for no reason, I did the very "adult" move of locking the door and not allowing anyone in.  The big kids are mildly annoyed - they do not spend copious amounts of time in there, but it is a nice oasis where they can escape the little kids, or have quiet for their online classes, or in Rebekah's case, avoid doing schoolwork and be crafty (as she has her desk in there where she does various artsy things, as well as her sewing and attempts at knitting and crocheting).  Plus, they all miss the legos quite a bit - I did not realize they played with them so much!  In any case, although I'm being a little mean I think, there is a good chance I will just keep that door locked until after the assessments.  Probably this will provide fuel for my children's future therapy sessions - or maybe just laughs, "remember that time Mom locked the study for a month?!?!"

"The Study."  Look at that beautiful floor!  Normally you cannot see it at all.

6) So somehow I got signed up for updates from the USPS.

You would think this would be great, right?  Well, actually it is just incredibly annoying.  I rarely go to Wal-mart anymore (like maybe once every six months) so anything I would typically buy there, I buy online.  Thus, we often have packages coming.  So every time one of them moves - from one location to another, I get an e-mail about it.  And often packages move 6 to 10 times before reaching me - that's a lot of e-mails!!  And I would probably not mind that so much, but all the USPS includes (understandably since they are just shipping) is a tracking number, so I have no idea what they are updating me on!  

In contrast, I appreciate how Amazon is so clear - they send a confirmation that I made an order and then they tell me when it ships - and they always clarify WHAT IT IS in each e-mail.  Then if I want to track it, I log on to their site and check the tracking.  Why do I not just buy everything from Amazon you ask?  Well, mostly I do, but sometimes they sell stuff that is shipped directly from the seller.

7) A minor embarrassing story for you, since you read this far. . . 

Typically we have a fairly structured day, granted it starts a bit later than a "regular school" but usually we eat breakfast and dig into our studies, take a recess, have lunch, and hit the studying some more, until our afternoon/evening activities.  However, with me getting closer to the end of pregnancy and being more tired (and loopy - I cannot seem to think straight anymore either - I'm blaming that on being pregnant, too) things are getting a little crazy, as follows:

We should have been doing schoolwork but we all got distracted (*we as in the older four children, as the younger two were napping).  So we got to talking about inventions because Jacob had recently read about several inventors and now was supposed to draw a picture of his own idea for an invention.  Anyhow, the kids talked about a robot to clean the floor - which made me inform them about roombas, which led to u-tube videos of roombas and pets, which led to googling toy-pick-up machine (because I pointed out a roomba would not work in our house due to all the toys on the floor).  We concluded the toy-pick-up machine did not exist, but then went to Amazon to see how much roombas cost (out of curiosity) and were still discussing something to pick up legos (found a little contraption to do so, but not motorized) which led to lego organization.  And the next thing you know we are purchasing one of those little drawer organizer cabinets on Amazon for the legos - and each of the big kids is chipping in on the cost.  Technically no schoolwork done, but were learning, right?

*Bonus - if you read this far, you deserve a picture of Zipporah and Miriam

Please pardon Zipporah's messy face.  I love to see them with their "babies" and Zipporah with the purse on her arm.

Journal #31

Out My Window:

Snow, lots of snow.  The local schools were canceled today and already for tomorrow as well!  We did schoolwork in our house, but we had some fun, too.  I really enjoyed walking to daily Mass this morning through the snow (it is only two blocks) and enjoying an intimate celebration of about 10 people.

Clothing Myself In:

A really big hoodie I got from my dad and sweats.  But in my defense, I wore jeans this morning.  I just had to change cause they got wet while I was shoveling snow.

Around the House:

Thank God for nesting.  I have been cleaning out little areas where clutter collects.  Unfortunately it is an endless process and the minute I get one spot clean, another pops up!  But one mess at a time I figure.

The Baby:

She has taken to wearing dress-up clothes pretty regularly and it such a hoot for me to see her tromping around in them, often with a little purse on her arm, acting all fancy.  She still is not speaking many actual words, but she will either bring the clothes to me to help her put on, or point to them so I know what she wants.

Zipporah is also getting more curious about things.  She is still considerably attached to me, but she will occupy herself for large chunks of time on her own and really enjoys playing with her siblings, especially Miriam. . . most of the time.  Sometimes Miriam gets a little TOO lovey on her and Zipporah lets out her goose honk (as someone - I cannot remember who now - called it, but an apt description for sure) to let Miriam know she has had enough!

The Kids:

Rebekah is growing up more and more each day.  Her latest skill is cleaning and cutting up vegetables for salad.  I enjoy keeping a salad ready to eat in the fridge and Rebekah has been so helpful in washing and tearing up the lettuce, as well as cutting up the tomatoes and cucumbers and whatever else I happen to find to put in there.  In addition to gaining skills, I think I'm noticing a bit of moodiness from Rebekah, but I'm not sure if it is just her beginning to turn into a woman, or her picking up some of my crazy-hormone-flux that the last trimester of pregnancy always seems to bring me.

Samuel is also becoming exceedingly helpful and responsible.  He is still a bit sensitive sometimes and rough with his brothers (especially poor Paul) at other times, but he seems to be figuring things out.  I really appreciate Samuel's help in the kitchen and how he is always eager to do what I ask right away.

Jacob is figuring things out - slowly but surely.  His reading is really coming along as he wants to read novels like Rebekah and Samuel do.  But he is still sort-of in a stand-off between acting like a little kid and being able to do what is asked, especially school work, when I ask it of him.  I can tell he is processing things more and more and am hopeful he will soon let go of his stubbornness.

Paul remains too smart for his own good some days.  He catches on to things - almost everything, exceedingly fast.  As predicted he is done with all his coursework in Math and his other subjects are close behind (but in the defense of the schoolwork, he is only in Kindergarten and that is not exactly a heavy load by any means).  But beyond schoolwork, Paul picks up on social situations and physical activities as well.  He is just pure awesome - and he knows it! - hah  I'm just hoping his conscience will start kicking in soon, as I've been feeding it every chance I get, but that is one area that he is still "childish" most days.  I am hopeful he will grow a little virtue soon, though, as him complaining about having to go to Mass is really getting old.  Just zap him, God, ok?

Miriam is showing a little attitude lately as she gets closer to four-years-old.  She is beginning to question more and ignore the directions she used to follow so well!  But alas, that is all part of growing up.  She is still cute as a button and loves playing with her sisters.

In the Kitchen:

I've finally begun making a weekly menu on Sunday and it is helping some.  I often do not stick to it - or at least not exactly, but having some ideas for dinner and lunch lined up is really helpful.  Now, before you all jump on me and tell me how important it is to plan by the month and know it all, let me say that I have tried that and finally realize that is just not how I work best.  I buy general staples for meals I like to make and I buy things on sale and toss them in the freezer.  But thinking things through, a week at a time gives me a few ideas - but I keep it loose and will cancel a dinner if we have unexpected left-overs, or throw out the plan and try something else if I feel like.  I like to keep things pretty loose.  Well, that and I do not know a lot of meals, so trying to plan an entire month is quite intimidating.  In addition sometimes I do not feel up to making a given meal as things like homemade pizza and calzones need to be started considerably early and require quite a bit of hard labor to complete.

Thinking About:

Cleaning, schoolwork, finances, and how we are hoping to spend our tax return money.

Bringing Me Joy:

An understanding husband (pregnancy is hard sometimes) adorable little kids and helpful older ones.

Pictures to Share:

First time in "snow gear" and Zipporah is not so sure about all this!

Miriam and Zipporah for Zipporah's first real time to tromp in the snow.  She enjoyed it once she figured out how it all worked.

Big sister, Rebekah, helping Zipporah navigate the snow.