1 Month

It's hard to believe that Jonas has been a part of our family for one month already. The time really is passing quickly. He has brought us a lot of joy in the past month, and I'm looking forward to see what the next month will bring!

"Firsts" from Month One

• First Christmas
• First New Year's
• First walk in the stroller



• First bottle



• First party (at our friends Mike and Beth's house). We thought we were pretty awesome parents bringing our 4-week-old to a party. Then another couple showed up with their 4-day-old. One-upped.
• First time to a restaurant. We even braved a sit-down restaurant (Lytle Land and Cattle) with a group of friends. He slept in his carrier the whole time like a little angel.
• First trip to the grocery store
• First doctor's appointment
• First time to church



• First bath. He's not a fan, but he seems somewhat resigned to it now. He doesn't cry; he just looks at us like, "Why are you doing this to me?"

 Things I Want to Remember

• Right before he falls asleep, he gives the sweetest little grin. 
• He always has a suspicious look. I call him Mr. Suspicious.

• He gets the hiccups all the time, just like when I was pregnant with him.
• He always puts one arm up in the air, like he's saying, "Yeah!"



• He loves music - the mobile on his play gym, the lullabies his swing plays, Darby's guitar, and the singing at church. 



• He usually lays with his head turned to the left. One night, I told Darby to turn his head to the right, so he wouldn't get a flat spot. When Darby turned him, Jonas's eyes got huge and he got super still. It was as if he had just discovered a whole new world and his mind was blown.

Jonas's first Christmas

We were so happy that Jonas arrived before Christmas. And, after knowing how long his labor took, very glad we didn't opt to schedule our induction for Christmas Eve, which was one of our options!

We exchanged gifts with Darby's parents on the Friday night after we got home from the hospital. They returned to Waco on Saturday, and Darby's mom came back for a longer visit on New Year's Day. I'll post more about that later.

My parents and Hannah were with us the entire week of Christmas. And Matt and his fiance, Leila, were able to come over quite a bit. They all showered Jonas with plenty of snuggles. It was great that Jonas had so much time to spend with his G-ma, Papa, and aunt and uncle.

"Aunt-elect" Leila

Snoozing with Auntie Hannie

Uncle Matt

Papa

G-ma

Unfortunately, Darby and I came down with a stomach bug on the Monday and Tuesday before Christmas, so we were pretty ragged. I was disappointed to have to miss out on our Christmas Eve pizza dinner and game playing. Darby did cheer me up by bringing me my stocking in bed. We got Jonas his own stocking, but we didn't fill it this year. We figured he wouldn't appreciate it. :)

Hannah and her boyfriend, Brad, staged a photo shoot with Jonas. We're using some of the pictures for our birth announcement.

He wasn't thrilled about being stuffed in his stocking.

Looking cute in his Christmas outfit.

We were both feeling better on Christmas Day, so we enjoyed opening presents with my family. Jonas slept through the whole event.

Darby and I always take a picture in front of our tree. It was so fun to add Jonas this year!

My mom's extended family came into town on Thursday night, so we headed over to Aunt Lea's for dinner and frousin time. Jonas got to meet his great-grandma Katherine, great-aunt Katina, and frousins Amy, Rob, and Matthew. Naturally, on his first evening out, Jonas went through the outfit he had on and his back-up outfit. Luckily, Aunt Katina let him open his Christmas gift early, so he didn't have to be naked the whole night. And we learned an important lesson: the diaper bag is now stocked with two backup outfits.

Great-aunt Lea

Great-aunt Katina

Great-grandma Katherine

Frousin Amy

On Friday morning, we went back over to Lea's to open gifts and have our traditional Christmas lunch. Again, Jonas slept through all of the present opening, and he didn't even say thank you to anyone! Normally, we all get together on Christmas Day in Dallas, but everyone agreed to change up the date and location, so Darby, Jonas, and I could participate. I'm so grateful to everyone for being so accommodating.

A Baby's First Christmas ornament. Jonas seems thrilled by his presents. :)

There are a lot of benefits of having a baby around Christmas. The primary one for us being that Darby is off work for several weeks. And I love that our families were able to spend so much time with him right after birth. But, to be honest, I found it a little overwhelming to handle both a newborn and the holidays at the same time. Normally, I love Christmas, but I just felt like I couldn't totally enjoy it this year. I felt like I missed out on things because I had to excuse myself to feed Jonas every few hours. Both Darby and I have the feeling that Christmas just didn't really happen this year. So, while Jonas's first Christmas was certainly special, I'm looking forward to his second Christmas when I'll hopefully be a little less zombie-like.

Christmas-ed out.

2 weeks ago

2 weeks and 1 day ago, Darby and I went to my routine doctor's appointment and were surprised to come out with an induction scheduled for the next day (my due date). That was not how I had hoped things would work out, but I was excited to know we would be meeting our little boy soon.

After Darby's departmental Christmas party the night before the induction. 39 weeks 6 days pregnant.

2 weeks ago, we got up at 3:30 a.m., after very little sleep, and headed to the hospital to start the induction process.

The morning of the induction. I think my facial expression perfectly captures my emotions. I'm trying to be excited, but I'm mainly nervous and scared. And really, really tired.

We thought we'd be meeting our little boy 2 weeks ago today. I was pleased with the idea of him being born on his due date. But, he had other plans. After 24 hours of labor, Jonas David Hewitt entered the world on December 19 at 6:07 a.m. Much to everyone's shock, he weighed 9 lbs. 5 oz. and was 21 in. long. We had known he was big, but no one thought he was that big. I won't post all of the details of his birth story here. But I did type it up for my own memory. If you're interested in reading a loooong story, I'm happy to share it with you.

Our sweet big boy. The labor was difficult but totally worth it to get him here.

Darby holding him shortly after birth. The pictures of me holding him right after birth will never see the light of day. :) I see all of these beautiful pictures of moms looking tired but radiant holding their seconds-old babies. I look much more ragged in my photos. And while I certainly look happy, the primary emotions are exhaustion and relief.

All ready to go home from the hospital. He wasn't sure what to think about his car seat. We went home on Friday around noon. I was so ready to be done with the IV and the constant interruptions for blood pressure checks, instructions, medication, etc. 

It's hard to believe how much life has changed in 2 weeks.We're getting settled into life as a family of 3. Jonas is an incredibly easygoing little guy who really only fusses when he's hungry and sleeps in decent 3-hour stretches. Even so, it's a pretty big adjustment.

Darby and I might be biased, but we think he's the cutest baby we've ever seen. Every little facial expression and noise is cause for exclamation. I just can't get over the fact that this little person was living inside me. It seems impossible.

His arrival was nothing like I had intended or expected, but I couldn't be happier that he's here. 

The home stretch

Less than two weeks to go until my due date! The beginning of the pregnancy seemed to go really slowly, then the middle flew by, and now at the end, things are starting to slow down again. The last few weeks have been quite difficult (emotionally, not physically, for which I'm thankful). It's very hard for me to know that something huge is about to happen but to not know exactly when or how and to have basically no control over it. The waiting is really starting to wear on me, and I've burst into tears for seemingly no reason on several occasions. I'm trying to enjoy these last few days of being a family of two and concentrate on the excitement of meeting our little boy rather than the uncertainty of the process of getting him here, but it's difficult at times. I've just got to hang in there a little bit longer, though!

A few observations/reminders for my future self as I near the end of my pregnancy.

• I should have given in and invested more in maternity clothes earlier. I really didn't want to spend a lot of money on maternity clothes. It seems like such a waste when you only wear them for a few months. However, I also forgot how much I hate the feeling of not having anything to wear. I would have been a lot happier just forking over the money for quite a few good outfits. Additionally, under-the-belly maternity pants and skirts work fine for the first 7 or so months, but it becomes very difficult to find shirts long enough to cover that gap at the end. 
• Disappointingly, I never really had any pregnancy cravings. I was looking forward to the excuse to eat with abandon or send Darby out at 1 a.m. for some random food item. :) There were a handful of times when I really wanted red velvet cake, french fries, and frozen yogurt (separately), so I went and got some, but it wasn't anything stronger than a regular food craving. I think I love food too much normally for pregnancy to make much of a difference. 
• I do have some evidence of "pregnancy brain." This became quite obvious when playing word games with my family over Thanksgiving. Certain common words would just totally leave my brain. While playing Taboo, I could think of the word exhaust, but not pipe.Weird.
• When people find out your due date, there is a universal compulsion to list for you the birthdays and anniversaries of everyone they know that fall into a four-week window around your due date. I'm guilty of this, too. However, in the future, I'm going to try to stop myself. It's getting hard for me to feign enthusiasm when someone tells me their great-aunt's anniversary is 4 days after my due date. 
• I always kind of thought pregnant women were exaggerating when they would expend so much effort to get up from a seated position. I thought they either wanted sympathy or they must have just let themselves totally go to get to that point. Well, I am repenting. I have stayed active throughout this pregnancy, and it is still super hard to get up from sitting or lying down, especially from a soft seat. I now psych myself up for about 5 seconds before heaving myself up from the couch, often with a grunt. It's not pretty. 

Overall, I wouldn't say pregnancy has been "magical" for me. As with most big things in life, ordinary life carries on with its ups and downs. I now just go through all of those things with a 30-pound weight attached. One thing that has been really awesome, though, is feeling the baby move. For the past 6 weeks or so, I have been able to feel him pretty much constantly throughout the day, and I really enjoy that. It's amazing that there's this tiny little person inside me and that soon he will be on the outside. Any time I see friends' baby pictures on facebook, I get so excited I can hardly stand it. I can't wait to hold this little guy and see his tiny feet that poke me in the side constantly. I'm so happy that the time is almost here!  

Friend Reunions

I guess it's getting kind of old me explaining what a bad blogger I am. Perhaps I should just come to terms with the fact that once a month updating is my new m.o. :) Since I don't know when I'll be motivated to post again, I'll just cram all of my recent friend reunions into one post.

In September, we went to Lake Grapevine and met up with Krista, Jessica and Chase, and Stephanie and Jon for a fun "camping" weekend. (We actually stayed in some little cabins, which beats tent camping any day for me.) Bobbi and Whitney were able to come over for the day on Saturday, and they and Jessica and Stephanie surprised Krista and me with a little baby shower, which was so sweet. These girls were such a huge part of my childhood and adolescence, and I'm so happy we've maintained our relationships over the years.

Chase, Jessica, Krista, Me, Darby, Jon, and Stephanie

All the women and kiddos. Having Finn and Liam there provided a somewhat frightening glimpse into parenting for me and Krista. While Whitney was busy cleaning up a potty-training-related accident, Liam had a big blowout. Poop was everywhere. Krista and I were like, "uhh...is it too late to back out of this parenting thing?" Just kidding. Those little boys are precious. It'll be exciting to see how crazy it gets when we add two more little boys to the mix.

The 2 preggos. Please ignore the fact that I look like I'm 2 months ahead of Krista instead of 2 weeks.

The adorable quilts Jessica made us.

On Homecoming weekend, Kalyn, Brittany, and Erin came to Abilene to throw a shower for Em and me. It's fun to have friends who are expecting at about the same time. Carolyn wasn't able to come down from Kansas City, but she joined us via Skype. They did such a good job with the food, cake, and decorations. And I got a ton of cute baby clothes and gear. Brittany spent the weekend at my house, and it was so fun to be "roomies" again.

Em and Me showing off our "Smart Cookie" onesies from Carolyn. Little Lily did a great job passing out presents. She was tickled to be attending her very first baby shower. Em's mom did not want to be in the picture, hence the pillow. :)

Hannah and Mom were also in town for Homecoming. I'm so happy it worked out for them to join us.

The Fat Tuesday gals. Love these ladies.

The next weekend, Erin, Britt, and I flew up to Kansas City to visit Carolyn. Her husband is in Texas for 12 weeks doing medical school rotations, so we had planned to go keep her company for at least a weekend. It was sort of strange timing that it ended up being the weekend after our other reunion, but I'll take two weekends in row with those ladies any time. It was wonderful to enjoy some more fallish weather and to actually see trees changing colors. We got to eat some great local food and spent tons of time gabbing. Eating and talking are the main pastimes of the Fat Tuesday women, so it was perfect. Another bonus of the weekend: I suspect that the plane ride might have been what caused Baby JP to move out of his breech position. I can't be certain, but he was sure moving around a lot during takeoff and landing. I'm thinking he might have gotten disoriented and flipped. Whatever caused it, I'm relieved he's in the proper exit position now!

Erin, me, and Britt at the pumpkin patch. We took advantage of the photo op, then bought much cheaper pumpkins at the grocery store. :)

We had so much fun making these monster cookies (and eating the decorations) for a Halloween party with some of Carolyn's friends.

Showing off our handiwork. A funny story about this picture. I used the self-timer on my camera to take it. When I went to check it, my first reaction was, "Oh my gosh. I look so fat!" Then I remembered, oh yeah, I'm pregnant. I had seriously forgotten for a minute. Not sure how that happens.

It's been wonderful to be able to spend so much time with friends. And they are all so sweet to be excited and supportive about the baby. I love sharing life with them.

Sisters babymoon to NYC

Still trying to catch up on posts I should have written in the past couple of months!

Right after we moved to Abilene, Hannah and I took a trip to New York. We've been wanting to do a sisters trip for a while, and this summer seemed like the perfect opportunity. I joked that this was my "babymoon." But instead of going with Darby, I went with Hannah. :)

I had been to New York once before, but only for one day at the tail end of a Spring Break Campaign to New Jersey. That time, I didn't do much planning beforehand, and it was snowy, so I really didn't get to see much. Hannah's been several times, so she's an old pro. It was great having her expertise. We got sooo lucky with the weather (in the 70s and sunny, except for one memorable exception), and we were able to see and do so much. It was a wonderful experience to share with my sister. I was afraid we might drive each other crazy, but we did remarkably well (minus my panicking about being on time to the Broadway shows and the airport---Hannah said she sympathizes with Darby now). Hopefully, there will be many other sister (and brother!) trips in our future.

An unexpected fun memory from the trip was that Hannah got to feel the baby kicking for the first time. I had been feeling him for a while, but this was the first time he kicked hard enough to feel from the outside. Hannah had been dying for the chance to feel the baby, and I think it's sweet that he really wanted to please his aunt. :)

The View from the top of Rockefeller Center. This was awesome. I highly recommend it.

We decided going to The Met would be a great activity for the one rainy morning in the forecast. What we didn't consider was how absolutely soaked we would get riding our double-decker tour bus to get there. We were literally dripping wet by the time we got to the museum. Oh well, we got some laughs out of it.

Frousin Rob, who lives in Brooklyn, met up with us each day. It was so great to spend time with him and to see where he lives.

Times Square after our second Broadway show (First Date...very cute!). Just ignore the guy hiking up his pants in the background. :)

 At the Today show. This was the highlight of the trip for me. Darby and I watch the show every morning, and I've always wanted to be in the crowd. Al Roker ended up talking to a woman next to me (not in this picture) for a long time, and I totally creepily horned in on the interview just to get on TV. I'm not ashamed.

We were reeeeally close to Al Roker. Unfortunately, the other hosts didn't come outside very much because there was a breaking news story. Boo.

On the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty

 At Chicago - good show, terrible seats.

The Empire State Building

They're ba-ack!

I think I may have written before about my gecko phobia. I know it's totally ridiculous because they can't hurt you, but I really, really hate them. I don't mind spiders or most other bugs, but if I see a gecko, I freak out. One of the wonderful things about living in Illinois was that there were no geckos. I never saw even one in the 5 years we were there. So, I found myself able to laugh a little bit at my former fear.

The other day, Darby walked from our bedroom, through the living room where I was sitting, out the front door, and then back in again. I asked him what he was doing, and he said, "You don't want to know." Then I realized he had been carrying a gecko outside. I freaked out a little bit, but it really didn't bother me too much. I began to imagine that perhaps I had conquered my phobia.

And then Sunday morning happened. I was taking my shower, when I happened to look up on the wall and noticed a gecko just hanging out. I managed not to scream, but hurriedly stepped out of the shower (I did have the presence of mind to step gingerly since my balance at 25 weeks pregnant is even worse than usual), flung open the bathroom door, and whisper-yelled to sleeping Darby, "There's a gecko in the shower." He was none too happy to be awakened in this manner, but valiant gecko warrior that he is, he came in the bathroom, knocked the gecko down with his shoe, and then washed it down the drain. I was really wishing he had caught it, though, because I felt like the gecko might be able to crawl back up the drain. So the rest of the time I was showering, I kept an eye on the drain, on high alert for any sign of his nasty little webbed foot or pointy head.

And now, I feel like I've lost my innocence. Those 5 years I laughed at my gecko phobia were only because there were no geckos around, not because I've made any progress. I cannot describe the total terror I felt when I saw that little guy hanging out on the wall. Now, every time I get in the shower, I have to scan the walls, the edge of the tub, behind the shampoo, etc., to make sure there aren't any geckos waiting to scare me. It's horrible. I wish I was exaggerating, but I'm really not. I feel like perhaps I need to go to therapy where I stare at pictures of geckos and maybe even touch one, but I don't see how I could ever do it.

Anyone else have a totally irrational phobia? Or, better yet, have you ever gotten over a phobia? If so, how?

It's a Boy!

So, this isn't exactly breaking news since we found out a month ago, but I want to make sure I at least get the experience written down while it's still somewhat fresh in my mind.

From pretty early on in the pregnancy, I had a feeling that it was a boy. I can't really explain why, but the feeling just kept getting stronger as time went on. So, I went in to the sonogram feeling pretty confident about what we would find out. Of course, I wouldn't have been upset if we found out it was a girl. In fact, I think I preferred a girl just a little bit---mainly because I feel like I know more about being a girl. Plus, I love pink and other "girly" things. :) But, either way, I knew I would be excited, and was really ready to just find out so we could stop referring to the baby as "it."

I tried to prepare myself mentally for the possibility that the baby might not be cooperating and they might not be able to tell the sex. But inside I knew I would be so disappointed if that happened. We went to the appointment, and, just like the first sonogram, waited FOREVER to be called back. My parents were in town to help us move, so my mom got to come with us, which was really fun. Finally, it was our turn, and the technician spent a long time measuring all of the organs and getting pictures of all the individual body parts. I was trying so hard to be patient because I know that stuff is really important, and I'm grateful they're able to check all of those things, but inside I was dying to ask, "But what about the sex?" It didn't help that the technician kept saying the baby wasn't in a very easy position to see everything, which made me think she maybe couldn't tell. But finally, she asked us if we wanted to know. We said yes, so she moved the wand around and then, without saying anything, typed "BOY" on the screen. Mom and I didn't even notice at first because we were busy talking. Darby was just waiting for us to react. :) When we finally noticed, we were all excited and quickly shared the news with my Dad, Darby's parents, and Hannah and Matt. Mom had prepared a boy gift and a girl gift just for the occasion, which was really sweet.

Since we found out, I've had a few moments of panic where I think, "I don't know anything about being a boy! How can I raise one?" But then I think of all of the awesome boys I know and what a great job their moms have done, and I realize that raising kids is raising kids. You don't have to be a boy to be a boy's mom. (Insightful, I know.) Plus, I happen to have a pretty awesome husband who can clue me in on any boy-specific knowledge I might be lacking.

Now that we know the sex, the name question comes up ALL.THE.TIME. We plan to keep the name a secret, since we've found that most people are more kind with their opinions after the baby is born. However, it's kind of a moot point for now, since we cannot for the life of us come up with a name at all. We had a girl's name almost decided on (which we're saving for the future), but boys' names have proved more difficult. We don't have exactly the same tastes. And it turns out that coming up with names for my actual child is a lot harder than naming my hypothetical children was. So, if you have any great boys' names ideas (that you won't be using yourself), throw them at me.

The new normal

Wow, the last month has been a complete whirlwind! Between finishing teaching summer school, packing, moving, unpacking, going to New York with Hannah, and starting a new job, I feel like I've barely had time to breathe. Things are still pretty busy for the next couple of weeks with school starting, but I'm at least starting to get into a routine now.

I'm teaching three classes at ACU this fall: one freshman-orientation type class, called Cornerstone, and ESL Grammar and Writing. I'm super-psyched that I have the opportunity to teach so much. There will be a bit of a learning curve since I've only ever taught Pronunciation and Oral Communication, but I'm excited to get some experience with different courses.

We had some hiccups with our new house at first (no water, followed by locking ourselves out), but now that the dust is settled, we really love it. It's a 3-bedroom/2-bath, which is the perfect size for us. It's only a little bigger than our house in Urbana, but the layout makes more sense and there's more storage, so it feels even bigger. I actually have an empty cabinet in the kitchen! What luxury! We're being rather slow in getting stuff hung on the walls, and the "nursery" is basically a junk room, but I'll try to post some pictures once we've made more progress.

Moving back to Abilene has been an interesting experience. So much is the same, but so much has changed. We've enjoyed revisiting our favorite restaurants and catching up with old friends. But, it's not like we're just picking up where we left off. There's so many new people to meet, and our friends haven't just been sitting around waiting for us to return. So, it's still going to be work get into a social routine; I don't think I had really considered that, even though it seems obvious to me now. One difficult thing has been the decision not to go back to the church we were members at before. We loved that church and still love so many of the people there, but we're not the same people we were 5 years ago, and we just don't feel like it's the best fit for who we are now. We've been visiting a different church that we really like so far, but we're trying to "take things slow", since we're still reeling a little from leaving our church in Illinois a year ago.

Overall, though, we're feeling really positive about the move. Texas is definitely our home, and there's something that just feels right about being here. I'm slowly but surely reacclimating to the heat, although it feels very strange to hear the weatherman talk about the "mild" temperatures in the mid-90s. Snow cones and copious amounts of Blue Bell have helped immensely! Perhaps the best thing about living in Abilene is that my brother lives here, and we've been able to see him several times a week. We haven't lived in the same town since he was 14 and I was 18, so we have a lot of catching up to do!

Celebrate!

On July 12, Darby successfully defended his dissertation. It was the culmination of 5 years of very hard work, and I am so, so proud of him. It's hard to believe that this stage of our lives is over (but in a good way!). The other day, Darby joked about going back to school for a second Ph.D.; then he said, "or I could join the Marines, I guess." I told him, "Honestly, at this point, I'd much rather you join the Marines. I mean, it would be hard, but you would be away from me for the hard parts. I don't think I could handle living with the stressed-out you for another five years." Of course, I was (mostly) joking, but I really can't tell you how relieved I am that this process is over. Darby did a great job of making our relationship a higher priority than school, and I am so grateful for that, but it was still so hard to see him under so much stress. It's been great to spend the last couple of weeks relaxing, celebrating, and looking forward to the next stage!

Darby and his adviser right after the defense. He was fortunate to have a wonderful adviser who truly cares about his students and understands that they have lives outside of grad. school. We heard so many horror stories about slave-driver advisers, and that wasn't his experience at all.

On the Sunday after his defense, we drove up to Chicago to meet Erin and Brendan, who were in town for a vacation. We had a great time eating brunch, walking around Taste of Chicago, and seeing a hip-hop version of Othello at the Shakespeare Theater. I'm so glad Erin and Brendan let us crash their vacation.  It was also nice to make one last trip to Chicago, one of my favorite cities.

As a surprise for Darby, I booked us a night at a little cabin in southern Illinois. The owner was so nice and provided us a delicious homemade dinner and breakfast. It was so nice to get away from packing and just relax. We spent most of our time on this couch enjoying the satellite television. We're easy to please!

The smiles of 2 people who are done with school forever!

Tonight, Darby threw the traditional Papa Del's pizza party for his lab in celebration of his defense. These are some of his lab mates.

And here are some more. I remember going to these parties for others when Darby first started. So happy that it was finally our turn!

The waiting is the hardest part

I am one of those people who has known I wanted kids from a very young age. To me, it was never a question of whether I'd be a mom---just when. And for the past 4 years or so, I've been dreaming about the day that we would start our family. I always imagined loving pregnancy and thought I would walk through each day filled with happiness as I enjoyed my ever-expanding belly.

And, don't get me wrong, I am very happy to be pregnant and am fortunate that, so far, I've had a pretty easy pregnancy. So, I've been surprised that this is not a particularly blissful time in in my life. And most of that has to do with my lack of patience. Somehow, it never crossed my mind that pregnancy is basically 9 months of waiting. And waiting is one of my least favorite things! When I found out I was pregnant, I couldn't wait until we could tell people. When we told our parents, I couldn't wait to tell Hannah and Matt. When we told Hannah and Matt, I couldn't wait for the ultrasound and to tell everyone. When we had the ultrasound, I couldn't wait to start showing. Now that I'm showing, I can't wait to feel the baby kick and to find out the sex. And on and on and on. I've realized it's never-ending.

I feel like this is a good experience for me because it puts in sharp relief a problem that I've known about for a long time. I do not live in the moment well. I'm always looking forward to the next thing. And while I think that is sometimes a good thing because it keeps me motivated, it can also get in the way of my day-to-day happiness. So, I'm trying (and mainly failing, but trying) to take things one day at a time and enjoy the current stage I'm in. After all, I'm sure there will come a day when I'll regret wishing that my belly was bigger so everyone would know I was pregnant, not just pudgy. There will be plenty of time for the world to see that I'm pregnant, I'm sure. :)

Very welcome visitors

We were lucky to have two sets of good friends come to visit us in the past two weeks.

First, Laura and Dan and baby Gabriel swung by for a couple of days on their Midwest road trip. Laura and I met when I worked in Student Life at ACU and bonded almost instantly over shared loves of food, reading, and long conversations. We've only lived in the same town for a year of our friendship, but we've kept up via e-mail and phone calls and occasional in-person visits. She and Dan got married about two years ago and welcomed adorable Gabriel in December. I hadn't seen Gabriel since he was a couple of months old, so he had changed a lot. He's precious and very good-natured. It was a nice glimpse into what our lives might look like exactly a year from now. I enjoyed showing Dan and Laura around campus (and finally making a point to visit the two museums I'd never gone to!), and we all enjoyed great conversations over dinner. Both Dan and Laura are excellent conversationalists and come up with the best questions. One of the most exciting things about moving back to Abilene for me is that we will get to spend more time with them and that our kids will grow up together.

Laura and Me

Dan, Laura, and Darby

Baby Gabriel. I meant to get a picture of me holding him, but he fell asleep before I could. So, this was first thing in the morning right before I left for work. What a sweet face to wake up to!

This past week, Mica and Harrison stayed with us, as part of their Wedding Victory Tour road trip. As usual, I was horrible at taking pictures and just relied on Mica to document our time together. As usual, she did an excellent job. So, check out her post for more details and pictures. They were here to help us celebrate both Darby's birthday and the 4th of July. In between, we were able to squeeze in a coffee date, a lot of Dr. Mario, and some general lazing around with all of us on our individual electronic devices (that is true friendship!). We hosted a little cookout for the 4th. It was wonderful to have someone to cook with. We made a patriotic trifle with a crazy delicious pound cake, and Mica was so sweet to make her famous mac and cheese after I got a pregnancy craving for it. Yummmmm!

I have seriously missed HarriMica since they left Champaign in May, so it was great to have them back for a few days. They are "grad school friends" who will definitely be lifelong friends. We're already planning a trip to the UK together in the future. I can't wait!

(Pictures from Mica, of course!)

Me and Mica and our trifle

Fun at the fireworks!