Thursday, December 31, 2009

Christmas in the Farr Home



Amelia's first Christmas was wonderful.

Jeremy and I both went to wake her up that morning, which usually doesn't happen. I think recognized that something special was going on. She rubbed her little eyes and smiled at us when she woke up. It was such a happy little moment.

She "opened" her presents, which pretty much involved me taking the present out of the package. She got lots of babies, stuffed animals, and baby toys. She liked all of her presents, but I'm pretty sure she enjoyed the paper more than anything! :) When I was pregnant a year ago, I thought that my baby's first Christmas would pretty much involve my baby sitting in a corner like a little lump and not really participating. What did I know? Amelia didn't understand the concept, but I think she did have a good time. She was much more active and involved than I imagined.

I didn't take a whole lot of pictures since I had to hold her while she opened presents. Jeremy didn't take a whole lot, either, since he was videotaping the event with our new video camera. Luckily we both have sisters who had the foresight to take pictures for us!

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!



Isn't my baby sister beautiful? :)

Amelia Update

It's been awhile since I posted about Amelia's progress!

Amelia is doing great. She's talking ALL THE TIME now. (I mean, I wonder where she developed this ability?) She also likes to gripe at you if she isn't happy about something. There is a distinct difference between her griping and her talking. And, believe it or not, she gripes much more than she cries. Honestly, she rarely cries - griping is much more her style. She doesn't cry much unless I'm going to a shower with 500 people there I don't know. (Sigh. I won't go into that.)

She loves to smile, coo, and laugh. She has an amazing little giggle that melts my heart into goo. She can't sit up by herself yet, but she's close to being able to do so. I think she could do it if she would actually sit down for more than three minutes a day, but she's much too busy and nosy for that. I feel like she's the nosiest baby ever! :)

She can lift her hands up to you if she wants you to pick her up. She can take out her paci and put it back in her mouth (much to my dismay - sometimes the paci doesn't make it back to her mouth and it ends up on the floor). She can give you "love" and gives little baby hugs from time to time...or so we think. I swear she can also wave, but Jeremy thinks I'm being delusional.

She likes to hear you sing, loves to watch "Charlie Brown Christmas," and genuinely adores any attention you give to her. She devours her rice cereal and will start on fruit soon. She still likes to be swaddled to at night like a little baby, and she usually falls fast asleep as soon as she is swaddled. She is very content to snuggle with Jeremy and I in the morning, and she is in love with this one particular butterfly toy on the top of her pack 'n play more than just about anything else.

My intrepid girl is getting bigger with each and every day, and I am enjoying every minute. I love watching her life unfold before my eyes.


Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Revolutions

This past weekend, I was reminded of the frailty of this life and the precious gift that our loved ones truly are. There are so few guarantees.

And I've been thinking that it's time to make some life revolutions.

So, until my faith is sight...

I hope...

- that I get the opportunity to pray over my daughter every night until she leaves my home

- that I never cease to forget where I came from

- that I never forget where my students come from

- to get to a state of being where I'm not as self-absorbed. It will be difficult, but I hope I can start living a more selfless life.

- to never forget to tell my husband, my child, my parents, my sister and my friends that I love them.

- that even in my old age I can find beauty and epiphany in the small things

- that I never take anything for granted - that I never forget the difference between happiness and blessing

- to work on being a nicer person, one who is capable of looking past pettiness, disdain, and gossip. Life is short and I should make my relationships with people matter.

- to be able to cook for people as long as I'm able. There is something so comforting about cooking and eating homemade food.

- to love the Lord my God with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might, and with all of my strength.

I hope.

Nutella Cheesecake

The other day, I decided that I wanted to make a Nutella Cheesecake, because I never heard of one. I mean, you've got Nutella, and you've got cheesecake. How could the two of those together be wrong?!? :)

I think it turned out pretty well. If you like Nutella (and it's a love/hate relationship for most people - I realize it is an acquired taste), you'll love this cheesecake.

So, here's what I developed. I'm writing this recipe from memory, so some of the measurements may be a little off.

Nutella Cheesecake

Nutella is a chocolate hazelnut spread that is famous throughout Europe (especially Italy, where it is from). It is basically like the European version of peanut butter. It can be found in most grocery stores, and is usually located near the peanut butter.

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.

Line a nine-inch springform pan with parchment paper.

Crust:
1/2 cup toasted hazelnuts
1 package graham crackers
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 stick butter, melted

Blend hazelnuts, graham crackers, and sugar in a food processor. Slowly drizzle in butter until mixture is crumbly, but not too moist. Dump contents into the lined spring form pan. Press out crust (a measuring cup works the best) down and around to evenly distribute the bottom and the sides. Bake for ten minutes, and set aside to cool.

Cheesecake mixture:

3 packages of cream cheese, softened
1 6-oz package of mascarpone cheese
1 cup sugar
4 eggs
3 tablespoons flour
1/2 cup milk or heavy cream
2 tablespoons vanilla extract
3/4 cup Nutella with splash of milk

Mix together cream cheese, mascarpone cheese, sugar, and flour on a high speed until well blended. Turn mixer to low speed and add eggs, one at a time. Add vanilla extract and cream/milk and do not over mix the cheesecake batter. Pour the mixture over crust.

In a separate bowl, gently mix by hand the Nutella with a splash of milk or cream to thin it out (you will have to mix it for a minute or so until it regains its smooth consistency). Pour the Nutella mixture in the middle of the cheesecake. With a butter knife, swirl the mixture in a clockwise motion until the top is covered with Nutella swirls (be careful not to put your knife in the crust).

Put cheesecake in the oven and bake for 45-50 minutes, or until sides are firm and the center is slightly jiggly. Be careful not to over bake, or you could get cracks in your cheesecake. You can also bake the cheesecake in a water bath. If you do this, bake the cheesecake at 350 degrees for one hour.

(A side note: if you really love Nutella and want more of it, put a large dollop of it (without the skim milk) on the crust before you add the cheesecake mixture. Then, when you cut into the cheesecake, you'll have a yummy chocolaty center. :)

Here's a picture of the finished product:

Monday, November 16, 2009

My Latest Irritation

I realize that I am going to step on a few (okay, several) toes here, but I've just got to say it.

I hate applications on Facebook. Hate, hate, HATE them. (Okay, that's not totally true. I like "Pieces of Flair." But that's about it.)

Applications, for the Facebook-impaired, are little "additions" that people can add on to their Facebook profile. Now, because spending hours and hours updating your status (and looking at pictures and talking to people) isn't enough, one can add little games/activities to his/her Facebook profile. The people who created these games made them so that everyone who plays them shares their "game status" with every one on Facebook. The creators want as many people to add their application as humanly possible.

First of all, let me say that I think some of these applications are probably virus-ridden. That's one reason I do not add them.

Secondly, I think I should add that I find these applications incredibly annoying.

This is going to sound mean, but here goes: I don't care about your pretend farm. I don't care about how many times you've been able to pet a furry animal in your pretend vet clinic. I don't care how many people you have killed playing Mafia Wars or whatever the heck it's called. I don't care about how many times you've cleaned your pretend house. I don't care. And, to be honest, I think that the vast majority of people on Facebook really don't care, either. They are just too chicken to say anything about it, so the responsiblity falls to me (and I bear the weight with such a burden...haha).

Seriously, people. Why play a cruddy version of a computer game when you can buy a stellar version of one at Target for twenty bucks? That way, you get to play as much as you'd like and not bother the general Facebook populace with your gaming skills.

You could tell me to ignore this little problem. Believe me, I try. I have clicked "hide" on just about every game I can find. The problem is that there are 45 versions of the same game. I can't tell you how many versions of "Farm Town" I've found on Facebook. Farm Town, Farmville, Farmer's R' Us, Farm in My Pocket...(I'm being sarcastic, sue me). Ugh. Enough already.

I want to see pictures of birthday parties, glean glimpses of everyday life, look at funny status updates, read about the adventures that my friends are taking. I don't want to read about someone's latest video game exploits.

And yes, I realize that might sound mean, but if I don't care about Jeremy's video game exploits on his XBox, why should I care about someone else's? I mean, do you really care that I beat Paperboy on 8-bit Nintendo fourteen years ago? Ahhh...yes, you see my point, don't you?

Again, sorry to step on some toes, but that's why I have my own blog. I get to blog about what irks me. And applications on Facebook are sneaking up my list. I might add here that if I am ranking applications above snotty babies and stinky diapers -- well, they must be pretty irritating.

To those of you who love to play games on Facebook: if I sound mean or insensitive, I'm sorry. I'm just being honest. Most people find your constant game-playing unnerving. Most people have found that little "hide" button and are, in fact, hiding your games. However, that doesn't mean that we don't care about your life. If we didn't, we wouldn't be your friend.

I'm just trying to spread the word.

Feel free to reply with responses about how you hate obsessive nerds who construct poorly-written blogs concerning Facebook applications. :)

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Quotes From a Fearless Leader

I'm a big fan of SNL's "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey" segment that they ran several years ago, and I often come up with deep thoughts of my own. When I write them down, I just attribute them to my principal. I'm kind of like a poor man's Jack Handey...not as funny, but probably cheaper to have around.

We have a hallway at school filled with sayings from folks like Aristotle, so I just add the "quotes from the principal" to the wall. Luckily, my boss is nice and a good sport, so he doesn't mind too much (I don't think...I mean, I still have my job...).

Here are several of my latest quotes (names have been erased to protect the innocent):

“You know, I think that song really has a point. A pirate’s life really is for me.”

“You know, they shouldn’t call it string cheese. That’s misleading. I was looking for that piece of string in my cheese to add to my rope collection, and I ended up being really disappointed.”

“I went to the lunchroom looking for some kid named ‘Kasey Dilla’ and got really confused. You know life is stressful when I start mixing the names of students up with the lunch menu.”

“If everyone really did go coo coo for Coco Puffs, wouldn’t there be more mental institutions in the world?”

“When people tell me I’m on edge, I always look down just to make sure I’m not falling. You can never be too careful, you know.”

So...looking back over these, maybe they're not as funny as I thought. But it's certainly a way to keep myself happy and giggling. :)

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Falling Into Place

Amelia will be three months old this week, and I'm starting to have little glimmers - moments where I'm feeling like my actual self again.

There's some sort of identity crisis that goes on after childbirth, and I definitely went through one. It was and is so hard to balance my role as mother with the other roles in my life. I'm not sure if I'll ever get the combination quite right again, but I'm going to try. I think it took me several weeks to come out of some sort of postpartum fog.

Going back to work was odd, because in many ways it felt like I never left. I love the people I work with, and I actually love what I do for a living, so it wasn't as gut-wrenching as I imagined. But leaving Amelia was so painful. For the past few Mondays, I held her and cried and cried. She's in a perfect situation staying with her grandmothers (I LOVED staying with my grandmothers growing up) and I know it, but I'm selfish and I want to take care of my baby. I'm thankful for a job that gives me plenty of time off during the year to spend with my little one.

Fall is a bittersweet time for me. I hate the upcoming cold, but I enjoy all of the fun things that I get to do during the season. October was so much fun. I enjoyed taking Amelia to the pumpkin patch, going trick-or-treating, going to the fall festival at church, and watching the Georgia Bulldogs get the junk beat out of them quite often (okay, I didn't enjoy that so much - but game days are still fun). There's so much to look forward to with my little family. I can't wait to begin enjoying the holiday season.

With the change of the seasons, I'm changing, too. I'm adapting to this life as a mother. Things are beginning to fall into place (and the pun is intended - haha).

Here are some pictures of our fall adventures:








Friday, October 30, 2009

Random Thoughts

1. "Real Estate Intervention" has to be one of the most depressing shows on television. The recession is already bad enough. Who would want to watch a show that describes how bad it really is? Who wants to watch a show that features people losing thousands (at times even hundreds of thousands) of dollars? It's like "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" in reverse. Yuck.

2. I've already posted this one on Facebook, so it's not-so-random anymore...but seriously, is there anything that Brooke Shields WON'T endorse? I see her on ads for everything from toothpaste to Proactiv to eyelash extensions (ew. ow. yuck.). She must be hard-up for the cash.


3. Why is it that the simple name of "Michael Jackson" once struck fear into the hearts of children, and now that he is dead, children love him again? At school "Michael Jackson" showed up a couple of years ago at a pep rally and the kids screamed like crazy in terror. This year "Michael Jackson" showed up and the kids screamed in love an adoration. Why does death change the perception of a person?

4. Why do I purchase bottled water when I know I can get it out of the tap for free? What really makes it so different?

5. The metric system is weird. And yet, I have difficulty understanding why we don't use it, because it really does make sense. The rest of the world uses it. However, it just sounds strange to think that 30 degrees equals a warm temperature. I love how America refuses to follow anyone else's standard.

6. Does anything smell worse than potato salad? Honestly? Maybe tuna salad? I can never get past the smell of certain things to eat them. The only thing I can think of that smells worse is Fieldale on a very cold night. (Shudder.)

7. I'm very nervously dreading the arrival of a new popular boy band. We're due for one or two soon, and Amelia is getting older by the minute. I'm very afraid.

8. Each decade in the 20th century had its own distinctive fashion, except for the 90s. This makes me sad, because I grew up in the 90s. I can't see my kids having "90s day" at school and asking me if I own an old pair of Doc Martens that they can wear. There just really wasn't anything major in terms of fashion statements then. The movie "Clueless" might display the only distinctive fashion I can think of. Maybe as I get older this will change...?
9. Why do diapers have cartoons on them? Does this really make kids happy? I don't think Amelia cares if she poops on Blue from "Blue's Clues." It's just odd.
10. I picked the name "Amelia" for my daughter because it's beautiful and unusual. A few months later, the "Amelia" movie came out. Now, the name will probably skyrocket in popularity. Sigh.
11. Apparently I "like" quotation marks.
I guess that's it...for now...

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Amelia's Photo Shoot

I took some new pictures of Amelia. I'm pretty excited at how they turned out.

I think I'm getting better at photography. I've been getting lots of blurry pictures, but these turned out pretty clear. :) Yay!

Here's some pictures of my 2-month-old sweetheart:




Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Garden State

I come from a family of farmers. My Papa Hulsey farmed for a living and had acres and acres of farmland. My Granny Hulsey always has a garden in the summertime, and my Grandpaw used to have a garden in the summers, too. My Memama has a flower garden that could make the Garden Club jealous. My Mother can make almost anything grow and has the greenest thumb of anyone I know. She can grow random plants all throughout the house.

Me? Not so much. Apparently, farming isn't a genetic trait.
I have always wanted an herb garden. I love fresh herbs. They make everything taste wonderful. So when Publix had some herbs in little flower pots on sale, I scooped up the thyme and basil plants with a stupid grin on my face. I was so excited. I dreamed of all of the recipes I could make in my new kitchen with my new herbs, and it made me so happy.

I imagined that I would be just like Ina Garten (well, maybe a few pounds less - sorry, Ina) and head to my little garden to pick herbs for my couscous, my pesto sauce, my chicken with basil...the Food Network nerd in me really started coming out.

Well, my dreams are turning to dirt. Literally. A week or so later, my herbs are looking a little pitiful. I'll have to ask Mama how to revive them, but I think it might be too late.


Stupid black thumb.

7 Weeks

Amelia is 7 weeks old today! I can't believe it!

She's such a cutie and I am more and more amazed by her every day.

People always say that they can't remember what life was like before they had children. I think that's a load of hooey. I remember. Life was fun before children, and life is fun now.

I dread having to leave her in October. I'm already trying to mentally prepare myself.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

My Intrepid Girl

At six weeks, Amelia...

1. ...smiles and coos all the time now. This morning, I went to her bedroom to get her up for her feeding. I told her "good morning!" and she recognized my voice. She had her head turned the other way, but she started grinning from ear to ear and kicking in excitement. It totally made my whole morning.
2. ...holds her head and body up rather well. She can sit for a few minutes in her Bumbo seat, get into crawling position during tummy time, and can hold herself up when I try to burp her. She's very strong.



3...wiggles all over the place. I had to take the bumper pads out of her bed already because somehow she has found a way to wiggle to the other side of the bed. I found her a bit too close to the bumper pad for comfort. She's already outgrown her baby ramp, too. I thought it would keep her still, but she just wiggled down to the bottom of it and maneuvered her head in between the foam wedges that are supposed to hold her body in place.

4...is growing up. She doesn't want to be held like a "baby" anymore. She already wants to sit up like a big girl and look around. She's finally outgrowing her newborn onesies and newborn diapers. She's getting longer and putting on weight. She's getting chunky arms and legs and a double chin.

5. ...has learned about the power of a gripe. She is so rotten.

I am in love with my intrepid girl and so amazed by how grown up she already is. I wonder if these developments are an indicator of her personality -ambitious, determined, curious, and a wiggler. :) I can't wait to find out.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

TV Dinner

I have watched more tv in the past six weeks than I probably watched in the past six months.

There really isn't much else that one can do while feeding an infant. I had an ambitious friend once tell me she tried to make brownies while feeding her child (and you know who you are - hehehe), but for the most part the only things one can do while feeding an infant is watch tv and glare at your computer while trying to type one-handed on the keyboard.

I'm sure there are lots of Mamas out there who will say, "but you can bond with your baby instead of watching tv! This is the best time to tell her your inmost thoughts!" Yeah, not so much. She's not looking at me. She's not in the mood to bond. She's not thinking about anything but food. Honestly, she's probably more likely to wonder about why her Daddy watches re-runs of Cheers so much than to wonder about bonding with her mama. I realize that many mothers feel that bond with their babies while feeding them, but I'm not one of those mothers. Anyone who knows me knows this is true.

So basically, tv is my only option in terms of feeding-time entertainment. And right now, television really stinks.

There is nothing on television. We have a satellite dish at our new house with 2.5 million channels and I still can't find anything most of the time. During the day I can usually catch the news or some random daytime talk show (I have learned way more about the human body than I ever cared to know thanks to the Doctors), but nighttime makes television viewing more difficult.

Honestly, there needs to be a Mommy TV station for mothers who are up in the middle of the night with their babies. There are lots of really strange things that come on at four in the morning, and I am privy to all of these things. Almost every infomercial ever made comes on, as well as random movies and television shows. I usually try to program something on the DVR, the Mother's best friend, but one night the only thing I had to watch was "Critters 4." You know the world has gone to proverbial pot when the only thing on television besides infomericals is "Critters 4."

Even my beloved Food Network shows infomercials at the wee hours of the morning. In a surreal little moment, they show their little logo and tell you "Good Night." The next thing you know, Leeza Gibbons is hawking some Bare Minerals rip-off right before your eyes. (Oh, and by the way - the Food Network shows a lot of repeats. Tons and tons. That makes my life difficult, too.) Something about the loss of Food Network, even for a brief few hours, makes me rather sad.

Mommy TV might be a grand invention. It could show all sorts of valuable programming at 4 in the morning that would be beneficial to a Mommy's sanity (such as re-runs of "Friends," the "Twilight" movie, entertainment news ...pretty much anything besides "Barney," "Calliou," or anything that mothers are forced to watch during the day with their little ones). It could help mothers stay awake to get through a feeding. Mommy TV could offer helpful tips and encouragement to mothers in the form of little PSAs provided by the network.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on motherhood right now...pretty sad, huh? Stay tuned for my Fall Fashion report (Acid-wash is coming back. Be very, very afraid) in the next few days.

Friday, August 28, 2009

So Strong, So Fast

Amelia is only three weeks old and she already seems to be growing up so fast!


She is so strong. She can hold her head up for extended periods of time. When I try to burp her over my shoulder, she lifts her head up to look at me (and gives me the evil eye, which seems to say, "WHY are you doing this to me, Mama?"). During "tummy time," she can lift her head and shoulders up, and she kicks out her little feet like she's going to crawl! She grabs my hands and acts like she wants to lift up! It astounds me how strong she is.


When she's awake (which isn't very often, granted), she likes to sit up as opposed to being swaddled in a little bundle and rocked like a newborn baby. She likes to be able to look around and see the world. She's obsessed with the windows at our house, and she likes to go outside. She's only seven pounds and some change, she still wears newborn clothes (0-3 stuff is still too big for her) and she she's teeny tiny, but she's already starting to act like a big girl. I can already assume that she's going to be independent and fiesty!


Here are some pictures of our latest adventures:






Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Amelia's Journey



August 5th, 2009 was one of the best days of my life. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. My birth experience was wonderful, and I can't believe it went as well as it did. I had a great doctor, a fabulous nurse, a wonderful epidural, and a beautiful experience. Jeremy and Mom were with me, and they were so helpful and kind the whole time.

Those first few days in the hospital were kind of a blissful blur. I know most people don't talk about their hospital stays as a blissful blur, but mine was. We had plenty of visitors, lots of time to spend adjusting to our baby girl, and wonderful nurses. Jeremy and I were so happy. We were all prepared and ready to go home on Friday. Our nurse came do do a final check on us before we were discharged.

Then she discovered Amelia's fever.

I can tell you about the last moments of Adolf Hitler's life in a stupid bunker in Berlin. I can tell you about the effects of communism in Eastern Europe. I can tell you almost anything you ever want (or don't want) to know about the state of Georgia. I can't tell you anything about newborns. Babies are not my area of expertise. I had no idea that a fever in a newborn was such a big deal. Jeremy and I thought she might have caught a cold of some type. We were wrong.

Amelia was whisked away to the NICU. At first, I thought, "this will just be for observation until they get the fever down, and then we can go home. No big deal." Amelia's blood work showed she most likely had some sort of infection. Not a simple cold, not a little sniffle - some sort of infection. My first thought was, "Did I do this? HOW did this happen? Was I careful when I let people hold her?" Then came the other bad news - Amelia would have to remain in the NICU for at least 48 hours.

We were shocked. Leaving our baby girl in the NICU the first evening was the hardest thing Jeremy and I ever did. Seeing our healthy, happy, hungry (she NEVER stopped eating) baby hooked to monitors and a forehead iv was traumatizing. We held each other and wondered when we she would get better and when we would get to take her home. We were already fragile from being new parents - but this seemed like too much.

Amelia's 48-hour visit turned into a seven-day stay. The doctors had no answers other than this was a serious infection that needed to be treated with antibiotics. Amelia did so well in the hospital. She smiled, ate well, and entertained her visitors and nurses. Her stay was much harder on Jeremy and I.

Jeremy had to go back to school on Monday, and I was crushed. It was so hard to go through being in the hospital without him. I had to depend on family to take me to the hospital. I tried to spend as much time at the hosptial as I could. My bones and insides ached from sitting in hospital chairs all day, but I was determined to spend all the time that I could spend with my baby girl. D'Anna came with me almost every day and helped me change diapers, feed her, and take care of her. I don't know what I would have done without my sister.

One of those nights at home without her, I glanced at a picture on my phone of Amelia taken before she went to the NICU. I broke down sobbing. It hit me. My baby was in the hospital. My baby was sick. My baby wasn't home. Throughout Amelia's hospital stay, I clung to her verse and sang that song in my head more than ever - "surely it is God who saves me/I will trust in Him and not be afraid/for the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense..."

The doctors never found out what Amelia had. She went through a full round of antibiotics and got to go home Friday morning. It was such a happy, quiet moment - we were so excited to take her out of the NICU and to our home. Jeremy showed her around the house and collapsed on the couch with her to relax.



We are so thankful and blessed that our little girl is okay. Her trip to the NICU was not what we expected, but we know that it happens to so many people, and that there are so many people who don't get to bring their babies home for weeks or even months..or ever. I really gained a lot of perspective. A healthy baby is truly a gift from God.

The prayers of people around us helped so much and we were and are so thankful for those who showed they cared during Ameila's hospital stay. Amelia's journey was not the one that most babies take, but we are thankful that she is well and grateful for God's provision over our lives.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Introducing...

Amelia Elizabeth Farr


August 5th, 2009 - 3:58 pm
6 pounds, 12 ounces
19.5 inches long

Sunday, August 2, 2009

It's Almost Time!

I will be induced on Wednesday if Amelia Elizabeth doesn't decide to come before then. There are so many feelings that buoy through my mind right now as I consider my foray into parenthood. So, no matter what, I'll hopefully have a baby by Wednesday (or Thursday...)!


I'm excited to see my little girl. I can't wait to see what she looks like (Does she have hair? What color will her skin tone be? Will she look like me or Jeremy?). I can't wait to finally hold her in my arms and love and kiss on her. I can't wait to see her precious little face. There was a time when I didn't know if I would have her. Six weeks into this pregnancy my ultrasound didn't show a baby. I went home, held my husband, and cried my eyes out - we loved her already, and we didn't even know her gender, her name, or anything about her. Seeing her will only affirm how miraculous she is, as well as the faithfulness of a great, great God.


I'm nervous about childbirth. I'm nervous about being in pain, about the ten million little things that could go wrong, and about - well, you know - all of it. I didn't want to be induced, but I was told I COULD be, and Jeremy wanted to spend time with his little girl before he got weighed down with school. Any teacher can tell you how stressful and difficult the first few weeks of school are as you get back into the swing of things. So I decided that the extra pain the pitocin gives me will be worth the time that Jeremy gets to spend with Amelia. (I'm not going lie, here - I was GROUCHY at him the rest of the day. Poor Jerm.)


I'm scared about being a parent. Reading about teaching students and then walking into your own classroom are two totally different experiences. I've read lots of stuff on parenting and taking care of a baby, but I know it will not even compare to my experiences that I actually live through. It's a scary thought to be completely responsible for another human being. It's scary to think that this little person will be completely dependent on me! I hope and pray I'm able to be a good Mama to her.



I will try to update our blog with pictures of our newest addition sometime next week. Until then, here are some pictures of Amelia's nursery. This time next week, our little girl will be sleeping soundly in her bed ...or wailing in my ears...ya know...probably one of those...

Amelia's bed, with her "life verse" above it.



Amelia's books and little keepsakes for her (my Woggie being one of them).



The changing table for the Diaper Princess. Mom refinished my furniture from my childhood room to use in her nursery, and I think it turned out looking great! :)



Amelia's "life verse" that I made into a picture for her. I stole this idea from Kristi. I'm not nearly as "artsy fartsy" as she and Kathi are, but my experience with teaching has helped me make letters. :)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Things I Want to Eat Right Now

So the hormones have knocked my sweet tooth into overdrive.

I'm not going to lie. At this moment, I'm really hungry. I want a few things.

I mean, I don't have access to these things at midnight and will probably just drink a huge glass of water before I go to bed...but I thought a list of things I wanted to eat would be mildly entertaining...

1) Creme Brulee (I don't know why...but it is soooo stinkin' good...I wish I had a blowtorch at my house so I could make it myself). I ate almost a whole ramekin of it on our anniversary.

2) Brownies, fresh out of the oven. Need I say more?

3) Strawberries. With whipped cream, with ice cream, in a shortcake with both -or, just plain. I don't care. I could eat a ton of them right now.

4) Ice Cream. Preferably sweet cream from Cold Stone with some Oreos and caramel mixed in.

5) Chocolate chip cookies. Mmmm. Gooey ones.

6) S'mores. Oh, dear goodness. Have any of you seen the commercials with s'mores? They nearly send me into early labor.

7) Chocolate oatmeal cookies with peanut butter. (You know, the brown cookies you bake on the stove called "no-bakes.") YUM!

I think that's about it. I sound like I am writing a blog from the perspective of someone who attends Overeaters Anonymous.

In the non-sugar department, I would honestly like some great BBQ and a good ear of summer sweet corn. That might be manageable and not too much to ask for. Just looking at my sugar list may send me into a coma (and honestly, after I eat one sweet thing I'm usually good...but it ALL just sounds so good right now).

I'm sure I will look back on this list and laugh at my stupidity, but for now...ya know...pregzilla is hungry.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

It's just a matter of time...

At my doctor's appointment last Friday, I was told that I could have Amelia that night, or I could have her in three weeks. I'm not going to lie - that statement sent me into a bit of a panic mode. I mean, I was only 36 weeks last Friday! I thought I had a good month left, not "any day now!"

I panicked even more when I thought about our situation. We moved last Wednesday and the new house was a disaster. I had nothing washed or ready for Amelia --- I didn't even have bags packed for the hospital. So, I cleaned, packed, put things away, and got Amelia's room started. It still isn't ready, but there is furniture in it and a place to put her if things go awry.

The house is great. I wish Jeremy and I had more time to really have it to ourselves (that may sound selfish, but I don't really care) before Amelia gets here, but I'm thankful that it is (mostly) finished and that we're able to live in it now. It has taken a few days to get adjusted to living on the ground floor of a country house again - I had to readjust myself to hear the crickets and other various forms of wildlife that roam outside our foggy, moody moors. A family of birds moved into our chimney and two nests of wasps moved into the underpinnings of our deck, so that has been interesting.

Now that we're all prepared, she'll probably go two weeks late and surprise us all, because she's a total drama queen like that.

I'm feeling pretty good. I have to stick to the old adage "garbage in = garbage out" and remember what I'm eating. I puff up like the dickens if I eat salty stuff, fried stuff, and junk, whereas I feel relatively good if I eat healthy food and drink mostly water. I'm trying to stay as active as I can for 70% effaced - I realize that my water could break at any time, but I feel so much better when I exercise and I don't hurt nearly as much at night. The Carpal Tunnel and basic body aches usually strike at night, but I'm usually able to get a decent amount of sleep.

I'll try to post some pictures of the house, Amelia's nursery, and my ever-expanding belly in the next few days!

Friday, July 3, 2009

Eddie Murphy Had it Right All Along...

...my girl really does like to party all the time (party all the time, party all the tiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!!).

Amelia danced, turned and flitted around all day yesterday. And she repated her pattern all night last night. She apparently drank too much fluid yesterday and got the hiccups four (FOUR) times. Does this girl ever sleep?

I know I don't sleep...she kept me up last night while she partied.

Maybe she's getting me ready for her partying ways once she is outside the womb. Perhaps God is preparing me for those days very close to my horizion - those days when she won't be beating at my womb, but wailing at my eardrums.

I think I've got a rebel on my hands.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

34 Weeks

Well, I would put a new "belly" picture up for my 34 week mark...but I don't look any different. I'm not saying that sarcastically.

I was measured at the doctor's office at my appointment on Friday. My belly measured the same at the 34-week mark as it did at the 32-week mark. So, I had yet ANOTHER ultrasound to determine why my belly wasn't bigger. Jeremy rushed up to the doctor to come be by my side. The doctor wanted to check and make sure the issue wasn't low weight or low amniotic fluid. I got upset and worried, but I tried to remember all the scares I had before, and how everything worked out just fine.

Apparently, I just "hid" and continue to "hide" Amelia well. She measured right where she should, and she weighed over five pounds! She's gonna be a chunky monkey! My amniotic fluid looked good, too. The doctor said maybe I could attribute genetics to not getting bigger (Mom didn't get very big with us), or maybe, just MAYBE, that FitMama Salsa and Yoga finally kicked in.

I honestly don't know what caused my belly not to grow, but I certainly had the junk scared out of me by this episode. I mean, I'm thankful that my body held up and continues to hold up to the pregnancy so well, but it was scary to think about something being wrong for those thirty minutes or so.

I'm so glad Jeremy was there to be with me. Honestly, I'm not the kind of girl that likes to constantly be petted and pampered - I like being independent, and I was raised to be so. However, as I get bigger, I really rely on him more and more. He helps me out of the car, helps me up, he runs all sorts of errands for me, etc. He has been incredibly patient and a total sweetheart.

The Farr Family enjoyed lots of fun and exciting events these past few weeks. We had three showers, Colton's birthday party, a Gwinnett Braves game, and a move-in date approaching! That's right, folks! In a little over a week, the Farr Casa should be move-in ready. We are way excited to be in our new home.

For now, however, here are some pictures of our latest adventures:
The Hulsey/Cain Family Shower
The Farr Family Shower (I like Jeremy's look in this picture - like, "what am I getting myself into with this little girl?")
Friend shower - I'm here with my fellow hostesses (and April's righteous arms - I mean, seriously - do you see her arms??! The girl gives me hope).
Colton's birthday party! He blew out the candles a few times before all of them were lit! :)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Life Verse

I've been thinking, praying, and searching for a life verse I would like to choose for my daughter, and I think I finally have an answer.

I saw an article in the Gainesville Times yesterday that discussed the Gainesville Aid Project, or GAP. GAP is a service project sponsored by a local church that focuses on service to others. I was fortunate enough to attend GAP several years ago while I was in high school.

GAP is based on such a simple premise. You sleep in an old Methodist campground, you wake up, you work on a service project for the elderly or unfortunate all day, and you return home at night to share with others what you experienced around a campfire.

While many churches and church camps focus on being uber-emotional or have a "bless me, God!" attitude, GAP was and is a quiet, selfless experience. And it is through that selflessness that I got closer to God.

During the sharing time, we sang a song from the book of Isaiah and Advent which still resonates with me:

"Surely it is God who saves me/I will trust in Him and not be afraid/for the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense/and He will be my savior."

As soon as I saw that article, the words to that song popped in my head, as well as the my experiences at GAP. I knew in that moment that I had found Amelia's life verse.

What a beautiful lesson to give to my daughter - that God will be honored through her service to those who are less fortunate than she is. My prayer is that she will truly have a servant's heart. Hopefully, through serving others, she might draw closer to a God who is a defender, savior, and stronghold.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Five


Jeremy and I have been married five years today. Five years is a long time if you are in a Hollywood relationship or if you have been in the 8th grade for five years in a row, but considering the length of some marriages, I realize it is just a drop in the proverbial bucket. :)

I really have been blessed with an excellent husband. I like to giggle and say funny things about him, but he truly is amazing. He puts up with me and my imperfections like no one else on this earth could do, and he does so with a grace that I'll never be able to replicate. His patience, kindness, goodness, and humor never cease to amaze me. God comes first in my life, but Jeremy will always be the second person on my list.

I am thankful for him and look forward to many more years to come! :)

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Transitional Ignorance

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution published an article yesterday concerning the digital television transition. Apparently, some people didn't get the memo that the transition took place. Those with antennas (and even some with cable -- my mother was warned of this by her cable company) had to purchase digital converter boxes to pick up the basic broadcast channels.

Anyone that watched the major networks for oh, the past .... YEAR (at least!) should know about the digital transition. Every single day, the networks warned those with antennas that they would lose their analog signal on June 12th. The government even offered (and still offers) coupons to those who want to purchase a converter box. I even think the transition was delayed once to make sure that people were really ready.

According to the AJC, the local Atlanta stations were bombarded on Friday with thousands (yes, THOUSANDS) of calls. People complained that their tvs didn't work any more.

Really?

I mean, I hate to be ugly...but who ARE these people? How could you not know? Every single day for the past year, there were at least 3,104 warnings about the digital transition. I heard Monica Pearson talk about the digital transition. I heard Brenda Wood talk about the digital transition. Heck, the Pekingese at the Farr House even asked if we should be concerned about the digital transition because they didn't want to miss Ken Cook's weather report.

How - HOW - could someone not know?

The sheer thought of someone not knowing about the digital transition and complaining about it is absurd. I think it would be similar someone waking up and going to work without any pants on...and then when he/she realizes that he/she doesn't have pants on, this person calls the local Wal-Mart to complain, because it's Wal-Mart's fault that he/she doesn't have pants on that day.

It would be similar to me getting to August and finally realizing that I'm pregnant, and then calling my doctor afterward to complain about all the pain and suffering I had to endure during childbirth. I mean, I can just imagine that conversation now..."why didn't you tell me that I had to go through this to have a baby!?! Why didn't you PREPARE me?!"

I realize that there are some exceptions in this group. Some of the elderly, for example (I will add that my Granny knew almost a year ago and has had her box ready for weeks). People who have been out of the country is another example. I understand tens of phone calls, but thousands?

Events like this frighten me. They remind me of teaching, when I say, "don't write on the paper," 47 times, only to find that Jimmy's name and answers are clearly written on the class set of papers in ink. The collective ADD and over-stimulation of the American mind frightens me.

Maybe, just MAYBE, some people didn't understand what "digital transition" meant. Maybe the way the stations described it was confusing. Maybe. Yes, I will tell myself that, and hopefully it will make me feel better about America...

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Da Hizzle

Here are some pictures of "Da Hizzle" as Jeremy calls it. We hope to be in as soon as we can...hopefully by the end of the month. We really wanted to be in there...well, now...but as we all know (and Mick Jagger reminds us) you can't always get what you want.

Despite time constraints and the worries that have come with this process, we feel very blessed to be able to live here and are super excited about having a house of our own. It is going to be so nice to not have to share walls with people, which we have done for our entire marriage! God has been and continues to be very good to us.


















31 Weeks

Well, I'm at the 31 week mark!


I'm feeling pretty good for the most part. About once a week, I wake up feeling like Amelia is sitting right on top of my lungs. It is hard to breathe and so uncomfortable! It usually takes me a few hours of moving around to shake the "I can't breathe" feeling. I have a pretty small torso and I'm not a tall person, so I realize that this is to be expected and will happen more often as she grows.

I'm also experiencing some Carpel Tunnel from time to time, which is very, very uncomfortable. Mom had the same exact thing when she carried D'Anna. I'm finding that I'm very similar to my mother in terms of pregnancy so far, which is a good thing. I'm hoping those genes will kick in and give me back my waist and keep me stretch-mark free, but those are probably pipe dreams! Genes can only carry one so far! (I do remember my Mom not looking pregnant after she had my sister, though - her waist came back instantly. It was crazy.)

I'm getting pretty big, but I'm still feeling pretty active and mobile. I'm thankful for that. I'm swelling a little, but I find if I drink lots of water that I swell much less or not at all. I'm still trying to exercise often and eat as healthy as a hormone-driven pregnant lady can. If I'm hungry, I eat - but I'm trying not to binge on tons of ice cream and junk. It's not good for the baby and it's not good for me, so I try to keep that in perspective when ordering or making food. But if I want an ice cream every now and then, I do have one. :) Fat-free Rainbow Sherbet, strawberries with Greek yogurt and honey, and Starbucks Iced Macchiatos have been lifesavers and really sate my sweet cravings. It is hard to deny myself Turnstile sweet tea, though - YUM!

I'm feeling Amelia move much more often now. She twists, turns, and kicks some kind of crazy nerve on my right side. It hurts, but I STILL think it is WAY more comfortable than the gas pains I used to have! Hahaha! She got the hiccups yesterday and hiccuped every five to ten seconds for about five minutes. I felt really bad for her, because I get the hiccups like that and I understood how she felt.

I'm starting to wonder about lots of things. I wonder if she'll look like Jeremy or if she'll look like me - I can't wait to see her. I wonder how labor and delivery will go. I wonder if I'll get her nursery ready in time. I wonder if I'll be a good mom and be able to handle the pressures of parenthood.

I guess that's it for this update. Everything is going well - Amelia and I are doing great!!!

Nothing Is Impossible

I always like to remind myself (and the readers of my blog) that we live in a life where very few things are promised to us.

Today at church, a song called "Healer" reminded me that while few things are promised to us, God is also capable of all things. As I read over the lyrics, "nothing is impossible for you" scrolling over and over again, it really resonated within me. I was reminded that while God doesn't promise us a life free from pain or a life that is always perfect and happy, nothing is impossible for Him.

I really needed that balance of perspective today. Despite the pain that I may face in this life, I still serve a God of miracles and wonders. My precious baby is an example of such miracles.

Nothing is impossible with Him. In fact, God used the words to a song called "Healer," a song written by a man who faked cancer, to shake me out of my cynicism.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

All Things

There are times when life throws one a curve ball, and in the midst of the game, you find yourself struck out and surprised.

There are times when you wonder, "when is enough truly enough?"

I questioned God a lot this week. I've wondered why things had to happen the way they did. I wondered why God allowed my mother to be hurt so terribly again, just when she said she was happy. I wondered - as simple and childlike as this word is - why. There are some people that think it is sinful to question - and maybe it is. I, however, think it is okay to ponder these ideas as long as I understand that I need to place my trust in God as I ask these questions.

There are things I do know. I know that God has a purpose. I know that God has answers that I may not receive on this side of life. And I know that Romans 8:28 is just as true as it was yesterday. "God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose."

I'm not sure how this will work for good. I'm not sure how something that seems so void of sense will make sense one day. But until then, I trust God for the answers and wait for that day when the answers will reveal themselves. Until then, I pray, trusting that all things - ALL THINGS - will work together for the good of those who love God.

All things.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Pendulum

In the past several months, Jeremy and I found ourselves really overwhelmed with life. I was busy with school and...well, being pregnant. Jeremy was busy coaching. He coached basketball and soccer this year, and it kept him very physically active.

My busyness earned me a big belly and extra poundage (to be expected). Jeremy, however, lost approximately all of weight I gained.

It's like his weight just transferred over to me, similar to ATM transaction gone horribly wrong. I watch myself getting bigger, and I watch him getting smaller. I'm happy for him - he looks great - but what happened to that whole sympathy weight concept? I was totally counting on him to help me with those pints of Ben and Jerry's come August.

He's pretty proud of his weight loss, too. He came in with his shirt off and FLEXED for me today. It reminded me of the "Pump YOU up!" SNL skit from several years ago. I couldn't help but giggle at him. I don't think he's going to see me walking around struttin' my stuff any time soon.

Oh, well. I guess I shouldn't complain about having a cute (albeit dorky) husband, huh?

Monday, May 25, 2009

The Conspiracy

I'm convinced that the world has it out for pregnant women.

It pretends like it cares for pregnant women by offering us "expectant mother parking," alleged deals on Pampers, and websites to cater to preggos (I do admit that BabyCenter is to me what Sports Center is to Jeremy...). This is all pretend, though.

Don't believe me? Try to find maternity clothes in Gainesville. It is almost impossible. Not only that, but the maternity clothes that you usually do find are outrageously expensive. Most of my maternity purchases were made from Old Navy Online when they were running a 50% off promotion for about 2 hours. I had to hope and pray that the stuff fit. Motherhood Maternity has some cute stuff, but it is all pretty expensive - and I feel really, really stupid paying 35 dollars for some "dress pants" with a thin band of elastic that will be shot out after I wear them a couple of times. Mimi Maternity (now known as a "Pea in the Pod") is even more ridiculous. They have Seven for All Mankind Maternity Jeans. Seriously. Who in their right mind (besides Heidi Klum) can afford Seven Maternity jeans?!!? I can't even afford Seven's regular jeans!

Maternity clothes are one sign that the world really has it out for pregnant women. If you need a pair of black dress pants or a nice dress to wear to a special occasion, these "specialty" stores or these "specialty" departments know that the pickings are slim. They KNOW they can charge you an arm and a leg for this stuff because you have NO OTHER OPTION. I mean, you can't wear a pillowcase to that wedding. (And on a side note, Jeremy is going to be in a wedding on July 11th...I will be 9 months pregnant and look quite like The Walrus (koo koo kajoo). I asked if I could just wear underwear, but he didn't seem to think that would be a good idea...hehehe.))

Ahem...on to baby stuff. Ohhhhhhhhh, baby stuff. Just another way the world has it out for expectant mothers. Baby bedding is so expensive that I nearly had a heart attack in the middle of Babies 'R Us when I saw the prices on some of their pink-laced bumpers. It literally costs around 200 dollars for baby bedding. Pottery Barn has clearances online, but after you add stuff up, their clearance material still costs around 200 dollars.

I found the cutest nursery set I have ever seen online, but the price was so incredibly outrageous I thought I could never afford it. I kept checking Craigslist and ebay for a deal, and finally found a store that sells overstocked baby bedding. I got the baby bedding I wanted for less than half the price, but that was still more than I thought I would ever have to pay for baby bedding!

You know, first-time moms are probably suckered into this stuff more than anyone else, because we really want a super cute nursery. Most experienced mothers probably don't pay these prices for baby bedding because they know that a) the baby doesn't really know or care b) the baby will spit up all over this baby bedding anyway and c) cleaning cheerios, bananas and strawberries out of that trendy stroller blanket makes it waaaaaaay less adorable. However, as a first-time mother, I can tell you that I REALLY wanted some cute baby bedding for Amelia's nursery. I realize that she'll only need it for a year or so, but I couldn't resist when I saw it.

(See?? Isn't it adorable??)

Baby furniture is outrageous, too. I can't see myself spending thousands of dollars on particle board. I hate processed anything - and that includes processed wood. Therefore, I am going with used furniture. I'm buying a used wood crib from Jessica, my sister-in-law's BFF. I plan on buying (or maybe even inheriting) some solid pieces of antique furniture. It's pretty easy to dress them up "shabby chic" style to get a cute look. I have a mother who can refinish furniture - and she is very good at it. The plan is to some use these pieces again in a nursery if Jeremy and I have another baby some day.

I honestly don't think I could spend thousands of dollars on baby set of furniture made out of particle board - I just couldn't do it. But there are many mothers who have done it and many who will do it because they want something new for their baby and honestly feel as if there are no other options. It's just another way to rip off expectant mothers. I think some mothers may feel guilty for not buying new items for their first baby. I think some mothers just don't have any friends with babies to borrow things from - in other words, they have no other choice.

Just walk into any baby store, maternity clothing store/department, or look online at some of the baby "deals." You'll be just as appalled as I am. These stores are totally laden with cutsey, uber-expensive things that you think you have to have. I'm trying my best to say "no" to those who conspire against me, but it's a difficult battle to fight.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

25 Weeks

Here is a picture of me at 25 weeks that Jeremy took:



Unfortunately, I hit the 25 week mark four weeks ago! :) I'll have Jeremy take another picture next week when I hit 30 weeks.
As you can imagine by my lack of blogging, the 23-29 week mark has been a really stressful one for me in terms of school and pregnancy.

Here is my story of pregnancy stress: At around the 24-25 mark I started experiencing some heavy cramps and got checked out by the doctor. After being checked out, I started bleeding very heavily, so that really freaked me out. I went BACK to the doctor to learn that I had an inflamed cervix (I think it sounds worse than it actually is) and I was tested for placenta previa and placental abruption. Kathi graciously came and stayed with me during all of this - and I don't know what I would have done without her! Thankfully, I just had the inflamed cervix.

I was put on bed rest for a day. D'Anna had just gotten done with college, so she stayed with me at the in-law's to keep me occupied. We watched the entire BBC Pride and Prejudice, which I don't think I could ever coerce her to do again. :) Unfortunately, my day of bed rest went along with the day Jeremy and the soccer team competed for the Hall County championship - and they won by a penalty kick! I was really sad I had to miss that game.

Here is the story of school stress: it has honestly been the most stressful end of school ever. The kids were fabulous. The actual paperwork/teaching side of it was not so fun. The end of the year is usually a time when I can relax on teaching a little and focus on Honors Day and all of these little 8th grade events we have for our 8th graders. I think my pregnant brain contributed to my stress - I forgot EVERYTHING! - but it was a stressful end of the year, nonetheless. I was sad to see the kids go yesterday, but at the same time it was a relief to be almost done with school. I finished my grades yesterday with a sigh of contentedness. I can relax now and focus on Amelia and getting our house ready. (I'm no fool. My sister was 10 years younger than me, so I am old enough to remember a newborn being around my house. I know that I had better relax now before my little girl is born.)

I'll try to update more often (and I most likely will since summertime is around the corner) with belly pictures, and pregnancy updates. I'm starting to feel rather large, but that's a topic for the 30-week post. :)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

We are either the dumbest people alive, or the smartest...

...I haven't figured out which category we fall into yet.

This is our new house. The more I look at it the more I think I need Rolaids! AHHH!

23 Weeks

We went to the doctor this week to check up on Amelia. She looks great! We got to see her curled up in her little ball. Amelia threw her feet up over her head so far that her knees touched her nose and mouth! Even the sonogram technician remarked that she is crazy! She weighs 1 pound and 2 ounces, and the doctor said that everything looks great. I'm gaining the amount of weight that I should and I'm measuring right where I should be.

Amelia twists and turns a lot and is pretty active, but she likes to stay curled up inside of me. I am getting to feel her more and more as she moves around and kicks now and then. She usually chooses nighttime to play, of course - which will give me a whole set of obstacles to tackle when she is born! I thought feeling a baby would be kind of a weird Alien-like experience, but it really doesn't bother me for the most part. It's comforting knowing that she is growing and getting bigger, and I would much rather have her in there than a terrible bout of gas (hahaha...and I know as she gets bigger it will be much more uncomfortable, but for now I'm enjoying it).

Overall, I'm feeling pretty good. This past week I started showing really well and I'm glad I'm moving past the "is she or isn't she?" stage. I'm trying to stay active and be healthy, which can be hard when the hormones go to work. I've been doing FitMama Salsa, which I'm sure Jeremy will tape at some point and post on Facebook for the world to see. It really entertains him.

We're both getting ready for school to wind down and to move in our house once school ends. Please pray that we can move in on time, and that God will continue to keep our little Amelia healthy and strong!




Saturday, March 21, 2009

20 Weeks



I'm already 20 weeks! I can't believe it!

I'm pretty much in maternity wear by this point. I can still wear several of my tops, but my pants are packed up and put away (with a tear in my eye - I'm not going to lie - who knows if I'll ever even see those again??). I'm still at that awkward stage where I don't look 100% pregnant - in fact, I just feel fat at this point. I'll just sound selfish and honest at this point - I don't feel like I look good and it is depressing. I worked SO hard to lose weight a couple of years ago...and to just feel fat (as opposed to pregnant) isn't very encouraging. My skin isn't "glowing," either...the kids have commented on how sick I look, and I'm sure part of that is the fact that I was sick for pretty much the whole month of February. I just feel like a sallow-eyed, fat mess.


I called one of my friends crying about how I just felt fat and gross (which in turn, made me feel selfish - because I'm supposed to be HAPPY at this point!) and she really made me feel like I wasn't alone and stupid. I'll blame it all on the hormones because I'm allowed to do that. I'm just ready for Amelia to "pop" so I can go ahead and have that proud Mama Belly.

I'm obviously showing enough, however, because the kids asked me this past week (and everyone else on the planet - they probably asked the principal) this week if I was pregnant. I went ahead and told them...so they would shut up. Seriously. They drove me CRAZY this week! I was not happy with them and let them know it...poor kids. But seriously - it is so rude to ask a woman if she is pregnant.

So...there is my 20-week confession. I'm a real person, with real (albeit selfish) worries, flaws, and fears. If my blog was always roses and sunshine it wouldn't be nearly as interesting. So there ya go. I am really excited about this pregnancy - and I know when I see that sweet face of Amelia's it will be worth all the pain, weight gain, and other loveliness that comes along for the ride. I'm allowed a little grouchiness now and then, right?

I'll try to update a little more often. I would like our updates to include pictures. I can normally take pictures myself of topics to place on the blogs ...but I have to have Jerm around to take pictures of me, so it gets a little complicated. He has been pretty busy with soccer season. We go for another ultrasound in a couple of weeks, so I'll show new pictures of our precious Amelia then!

Scary School Ghouls

Last Friday, our front office at school got a call from the television show "Ghosthunters."

For years, there has been a rumor circulating around the Internet saying that a girl was killed by two boys in our 8th grade boys' bathroom, and that the bathroom is haunted. Supposedly, the bathroom stalls shake and toilets flush for no reason whatsoever.

I can readily promise you that as a teacher at this school, the only ghost that might invade this bathroom is the Ghost of Missed Aim - and it leaves a overwhelmingly smelly urine smell and residue throughout the restroom.

The front office secretary tried to explain to the "Ghosthunters" show representative that the rumor was not true and that she had been at the school since its opening and would know.

The response from the show was: "Well, we read it on the Internet."

Ahhh, yes. The Internet. The the purveyor of all truths.

Our secretary didn't even let "Ghosthunters" talk to our principal, so they got a little feisty - they found our principal's e-mail and sent him a message. They begged him to let them come to the school and debunk the the myth (or prove it) and get some footage of the aforementioned bathroom.

Truth be known, this made me and my buddies at school giggle. My buddies happen to LOVE the show "Ghosthunters," so they were super psyched at the idea of a genuine tv show coming all the way out to little ol' Rabbittown. One of them sent the principal a note and begged him to let the show come. We all know the story isn't true, but we felt it would still be cool to have our stinky school bathroom featured on television. I already felt for the poor camera guy who was going to brave that bathroom for hours at a time trying to capture the best angle of the urinals.

We felt we needed further convincing...so we dressed up. Like ghosts.

Using butcher paper, staplers, and a Sharpie (a teacher's bff), we headed to the boys' bathroom to have some shots taken of ourselves to try and convince our principal. We entered the boys' bathroom - and then went immediately to the girls'. We couldn't handle that smell! For some reason, we found this whole situation rather hilarious at 5 in the afternoon on a Friday - don't ask me why. I laughed so hard I almost cried.

Here are the results. I find them really spooky myself!
I scared myself looking in the mirror! Ahh!!
I'm the scary short ghost!
Booooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

We are proud to present...

Amelia Elizabeth Farr!


Hopefully you can infer by reading this name that we are having a baby girl!

We chose to name our daughter Amelia because it was one of the only names that we could agree on. It's a pretty name, and it's an older name - so it will hopefully withstand the test of time. I have always wanted to name a daughter with an "A" name because I think they are feminine and beautiful (except for Agnes, maybe).
Jeremy chose Elizabeth and I agreed to it because of 1) the story of Elisabeth in the Bible 2) because my Aunt Sharon's middle name is Elizabeth, and I love her very much 3) My great-grandmother's name was Elizabeth and 4) I'm a fan of Elizabeth Bennet from "Pride and Prejudice." Elizabeth may seem like a "filler" middle name, but it really isn't.
We are super excited about this next chapter of our lives. I am having a daughter! I can't believe it! The truth still hasn't set in! I'm so excited to have a little girl. Jeremy is excited, too - albeit a bit shocked. He was just sure those Farr genes were going to give him a boy. :)

We went to our Fetal Fotos appointment today and found that our little Amelia is a stubborn booger. She sat on her bottom and kicked and moved her arms out, but she refused to get into "the" position! She's already stubborn like her grandmother (and you can guess which one I'm talking about here if you'd like - because it can be either one)! Amelia was modest, but she finally revealed her gender after about forty minutes of being poked and prodded.

Can I just add here that I am SORE? Amelia didn't mind being poked and prodded - but her mama DID!

I'm still in a bit of shock. I'm going to have a daughter.

I pray she grows up to be a woman of integrity, honor, and compassion. I pray that the light and love of the One who made her will abide in her heart. I pray that I won't be foolish enough to ever forget how special and absolutely precious she is. I love her already.

Stay tuned for more updates on our adorable daughter. I can't wait to meet her, and I know some of you can't wait, either!