Recently I came across all my old diaries from years ago and enjoyed reading what was happening in past years. The brain is a crazy thing and we tend to remember the extreme highs and lows. However, it seems like the simple sweet and sometimes sad things of everyday life are lost to our memory till we find a way to bring them back again. So I decided that I would start some posts highlighting old diary entries and what was happening in our lives!
January 2, 2005-
Tomorrow I'll have just two weeks left until the baby is due. (I was expecting Shelby!) I cannot believe time has passed by this fast. This baby moves so much, sometimes I wonder why it hasn't come already!
We are supposed to be having another girl. Our name for her is Morgan Rae.
I got a neat surprise for Christmas. Mom and dad are flying out from Arkansas to be here for two weeks! They are coming on February 2 and I am due the 4th.
We are also in the middle of moving into the house by the church. So much happening in so little time. In the next two weeks, I am hoping to get most of the house packed so that no one else has to do it. I don't mind taking awhile to unpack, but I want to make sure that we are out of here by the time we are supposed to be out. With the baby coming, I don't have much time left to get things done. My main concern is the garage, but Peter is going to help me go through that on Saturday. Needless to say, the house is rather torn up right now! Boxes and misc stuff everywhere. I am hoping to have some sort of order before mom and dad get here.
January 25, 2005-
I am so tired and antsy. I really feel like I might go into labor at any point. I am anxious to see what happens at my appointment tomorrow. It feels like the baby is lower than last week.
Somehow I have to get this house in a semi organized state in the next week. At this point, we can't even open the hyda-bed, there are so many boxes in the living room. I am going to try working on it tomorrow. I might be able to shift boxes to the far end of the room.
I made a list of where I want certain things should we be able to move while I am recovering in the hospital. It might be nice to come home to a new house where I don't have to help with moving!
Hindsight is 20-20:
I well remember the stress of moving, having a baby and having surgery!
Shelby's name change was a funny story: for months we had the name Morgan Rae picked out. Literally the night before we went into labor, we were out to pizza with family when we talked and decided we didn't like the name as much as we thought we did. I remembered this little girl at McKenzie's Kung Fu class and how much I loved her name but in my pregnancy fog, I couldn't remember what it was. So I asked McKenzie and surprisingly she remembered and said Shelby. We knew that was the name as soon as we heard it!
