ad·ven·ture [ad-ven-cher] noun, verb, -tured, -tur·ing.
1. an exciting or very unusual experience.
2. participation in exciting undertakings or enterprises: the spirit of adventure.
3. a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome.
Baby Number Three - Announcing Malachi Alan - just a few months late....
So, life has been busy for the last six or so months.
First, I was pregnant. And miserable. I truly hate to say that I was miserable, because a new baby is a huge blessing. But for the sake of transparency and honesty, I was not a happy camper for the last few months of my pregnancy. Some people love to be pregnant, would be pregnant all the time if they could be... I could not WAIT to be NOT pregnant and to hold and see my sweet baby boy. Each of my pregnancies has been rough in its own way, but one thing that has been constant is a weird pain under my ribs toward the end. With each subsequent pregnancy, this awful pain comes earlier. I tend not to be a complainer when it comes to pain, as I consider myself to have a pretty high pain tolerance (I mean, I did take on a minivan with my head)... But this pain was bad enough that I was taking Tylenol almost constantly, and my ribs were still tender about seven or eight weeks AFTER we had Malachi.
So add some toddlers to chase, and I was a huge, hormonal, in pain, pregnant mess who counted down the days until September 5 - our scheduled C-section date. I hoped my water would break sooner, and I really thought for sure it would... But he was cozy and held on inside the womb until our scheduled meeting day. Which was also a good thing, because my mom and dad were in Ireland, on a trip scheduled months before John and I even knew we were expecting. A trip which ended a week and a half before my due date... So thankfully, my mom made it through the trip, and safely arrived stateside, to help me at home the last few days before we became a family of five!
On September 5, John and I went in to the hospital super early in the morning, excited to meet our baby boy. am not sure why, but somewhere in my mind, I was thinking that the more C-sections you have, the easier it gets. And I must tell you, while it may be true for vaginal deliveries, it's simply not true for C-sections. At least not for me. I was nauseous again this time, and for a change, John was too. :) What a pair we were in the delivery room, as I'm nearly dry heaving, while John is out in the hall, taking a break so as not to pass out. At 8:14 am on Friday, September 5, our son, Malachi Alan, was born, measuring 21 inches and 8 pounds 14 ounces.
Malachi at two days old
He was certainly a chunky little guy, and his chunkiness got him into a bit of trouble right away. He surprised everyone when he presented breech and then got a bit wedged inside mom during delivery. He took a bit of tugging to get out and in the melee, he ingested some amniotic fluid. Also, because he was so big, the nurses had to check and recheck his blood sugar, as he was having a bit of trouble regulating his blood sugar. So our first few days were certainly not without excitement...
His siblings came to the hospital on Saturday to meet the new little guy. It's always interesting to see how kids respond to certain situations, and I guessed that both of them would be ecstatic to meet Malachi. Isaiah was. Annika was not. She started bawling in the hall on the way to meet him, and declared that she didn't want to meet him. She has since grown to ADORE him, so it's all good! The kids have adjusted nicely, and in some weird little way, three kids almost seems easier than two. Maybe it's their ages, maybe it's their desire to help, maybe it's all in my head. Who can tell?! I can tell you that Malachi must be my easiest baby so far, he's serious, but loves to smile and sleep. What's not to love?
Malachi at Christmastine, my chunky little monkey!
We had just a few things going on since his birth - holidays, hospital stays, and a wedding. Yep, four weeks after he was born, my little sister got married! It was exciting, and I was in all my post partum glory. But to get from Malachi's birth to the wedding, we had four solid weeks of fun and excitement. I won't touch on it now, except to say, hospital stays suck! More on that soon!
Sex, erotica, mommy porn, BDSM, intimacy, kinky sex, and fantasies. If you consider yourself a Christian, you probably are blushing. These topics are generally not discussed in many church settings. Growing up in a mainline denomination, my church seemed pretty silent on sex and any surrounding topic, except the one sex rule - "don't do it". Not up for discussion or conversation or even explanation, it was pretty much a forbidden topic. Nevermind anything kinky. It's apparent that the church still isn't talking enough about sex or erotica, because when the "mommy porn" book series, Fifty Shades of Grey came out, o ver 70 million copies were sold in the first year, making it the fastest selling books of all time. Many who partook in the reading surely identified themselves as Christian women, whether they were teens to moms and even grandmas. When no one is talking in church circles about "how to better your sex life", how to get y
Last year I discovered pick your own produce at several local Pittsburgh farms. The wonderful farm that I have fallen in love with for pick your own is Triple B Farms which is tucked away 15 miles south of Pittsburgh at 823 Berry Lane in Monogahela, PA. They have so many pick your own crops and festivals all growing season long, you can't help but love them! Now is the time for strawberry picking at Triple B, which started around May 20 and continued into June with the Strawberry Festival on June 2 and 3. Strawberry picking will wrap up mid June, just in time for red raspberry picking which starts June 9 & 10. When I was a kid, my mom used to take us strawberry picking and then she would make strawberry freezer jam. I saw a recipe for freezer jam on Pinterest and my nostalgia kicked in and I couldn't wait to make some! So when I heard that pick your own strawberries were ready at Triple B, I couldn't wait to go! Riding the tractor to the ber
Isaiah has a newfound joy for story telling. He asks John and I to tell him stories, and he also enjoys retelling stories that he hears and loves. So we have told him the story of how mommy and daddy met, the story of when he was born and when his sister was born, and about the time that he drove mommy crazy when he was a colicky infant and wouldn’t stop crying in the backseat when mommy was stuck in rush hour traffic on Route 51. That one was a nailbiter... ;) Just a few weeks ago, while he was taking a bath, he asked me to tell him a story, a new story. And, well, I remembered a whale of a tale that he hadn't heard yet. It just so happens that this story began eight years ago, one day late in August. It’s a crazy story about a young woman who walked out in front of a minivan that was going at least 25 miles an hour. She got hit, flew 35 feet in the air like a rag doll, landed in oncoming traffic, and survived to live another day. But she was b