Wynter Violet is finally here!  Born on 11/11 (how cool :) ) and weighing in at a teensy (for my babies!) 7lbs 9oz she’s just the sweetest little thing.

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I’m not sure if I’ll be writing a birth story or not.  I probably will.  For now, it was an intense 17 hours of unmedicated… challenges at 40 weeks 5 days.  Postpartum has also been a challenge, with sick kids and breastfeeding woes (double mastisis… are you kidding me?)  but my grace has been the sweetest, chillest, calmest, most easy going little baby girl.  We just loooove her and I’m so thankful she’s here.

little houses

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A little white house, in the heart of town,
On a little sad street, just a little run down,
Became a home, for Bill and Sue,
Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
And when they brush each other, passin’ in the hall,
Sue would smile and say: “This place is pretty small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can’t help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we’d miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Before too long, Sue and Bill,
Were makin’ plans, for Jack and Jill.
Oh, happy day, when the news came in
But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.
When they could not pass each other in the hall,
Well, Sue would smile and say: “This place is really, really small.

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But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can’t help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we’d miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

That little white frame house still keeps them warm,
Though it’s been thirty-two years, since the kids were born,
And when they look back now, they hold each other tight,
And whisper in each other’s ears: “You know you were right.

Because love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can’t help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we’d miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this.

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sitting, waiting, wishing

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So I’m 38 weeks and 3 days and I’ve never been more uncomfortable at the end of a pregnancy.  ((Allow me a moment to whine por favor)) I don’t know if it’s the completely different pregnancy than the last two or it’s just the fact that it’s my third pregnancy in general (and chasing around 2 kids probably factors in) but I am  b e a t  and so over it.

For the first time I’ve had fake-out-contractions which drive me nuts.  I’d rather feel nothing and then BAM be in labor than oh, an hour of contractions here,  cramping tomorrow,  another couple of contractions… then nothing.  Killing me.

The other day was a beautiful day.  I knew a cold snap was coming through and it would be my last chance to really walk and get outdoors for a couple weeks so we all packed up and went for a small hike.  We saw lots of wildlife, Daisy picked loads of flowers and Story got to pet a few puppies along the way.  I guess it was about a mile altogether.  I was hoping it would encourage something but no such luck.  Just a very sore next day.

I’m going a little batty.  While we were walking I was touching trees like a super hippie thinking the earth would give my body the extra energy for birth.  On the full moon I was trying to let the moon beams shine on my belly and I was convinced last night that the random black cat hanging out in our recycling bin came to tell me  my kitten is on the way.  I’ve obviously been reading Ina May and have been going to bed holding onto my husband’s arm every night trying to absorb the love so baby feels comfortable to come earthside.  I’ve officially lost it and nature is offcially a liar.   Watch me go into labor watching TV and eating McDonalds.  That’ll be the trick.

Oh well, hangin in there!

sitting, waiting, wishing

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So I’m 38 weeks and 3 days and I’ve never been more uncomfortable at the end of a pregnancy.  ((Allow me a moment to whine por favor)) I don’t know if it’s the completely different pregnancy than the last two or it’s just the fact that it’s my third pregnancy in general (and chasing around 2 kids probably factors in) but I am  b e a t  and so over it.

For the first time I’ve had fake-out-contractions which drive me nuts.  I’d rather feel nothing and then BAM be in labor than oh, an hour of contractions here,  cramping tomorrow,  another couple of contractions… then nothing.  Killing me.

The other day was a beautiful day.  I knew a cold snap was coming through and it would be my last chance to really walk and get outdoors for a couple weeks so we all packed up and went for a small hike.  We saw lots of wildlife, Daisy picked loads of flowers and Story got to pet a few puppies along the way.  I guess it was about a mile altogether.  I was hoping it would encourage something but no such luck.  Just a very sore next day.

I’m going a little batty.  While we were walking I was touching trees like a super hippie thinking the earth would give my body the extra energy for birth.  On the full moon I was trying to let the moon beams shine on my belly and I was convinced last night that the random black cat hanging out in our recycling bin came to tell me  my kitten is on the way.  I’ve obviously been reading Ina May and have been going to bed holding onto my husband’s arm every night trying to absorb the love so baby feels comfortable to come earthside.  I’ve officially lost it and nature is offcially a liar.   Watch me go into labor watching TV and eating McDonalds.  That’ll be the trick.

Oh well, hangin in there!

almost 38 weeks

 

((this must be a musical little babe because i can only think of songs to say much at all… this song is beautiful to us, also, because when i first met my husband this was his “call back” ringtone (when you call this is the song you’d hear) and it sort of became a song of ours.  We’re waiting for you little one.

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Still my heart and hold my tongue
I feel my time
My time has come
Let me in
Unlock the door
I never felt this way before

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don’t know which way I’m going
I don’t know which way I’ve come

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I’ve waited all these years
For you I’d wait till kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you’ll come and set me free
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me

In your tears and in your blood
In your fire and in your flood
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing
I wouldn’t change a single thing
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don’t know which way I’m going
I don’t know what I’ve become

For you I’d wait till kingdom come

Until my days, my days are done
And say you’ll come and set me free
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me

37 weeks

“full term” is always a relief! so ready to meet this little one.  thought I’d do a little survey to shake things up

How far along? 37 weeks+1 day today

Total weight gain: haha

Maternity clothes? one long sleeved top… i’ve successfully rocked the maxi skirts this pregnancy all the way through.  Although if baby doesn’t come in the next little bit I will, regretfully, have to wear the dreaded maternity jeans.  I tried to put on my regular jeans the other day (why??????????)  and to my delight they went up fine- but belly wouldn’t let them button.  OH WELL.

Stretch marks? not really, my belly is pretty used to the deal by now

Sleep: non existent at this point.  really.  most nights I at least see every other hour on the stove clock.  Either 19 month old is up wanting love, 3yo has a dream or loses her bunny, ((someone whom shall remain nameless)) snoring, peeing 20 times, and oh, heartburn from satan himself.   I’ll welcome the change of waking up every hour to a cute snuggly, newbie than to pregnancy woes

Best moment this week: baking cookies from scratch and reading dr seuss with my love and the girls.  also, i have a mw appointment today so i get to hear a heartbeat!

Miss Anything?: I’d love some wine.  Soon, soon, soon.

Movement: A lot.  Very very strong little baby in here.  Kicks, punches, twirls, spins, stretches.  Someone’s training for a marathon

autumn

The mornings are crisp and in the evenings it feels nice just to have the windows open letting in the chill.  Steamy mugs of coffee have replaced the mason jars and glass straws of iced chai teas and mochas, and, if you’re 36 weeks pregnant, potent, floral tinctures of Gentle Birth.  Ak. October and November always bring change and new colors whether you’re ready for them or not.  I always have a hidden twinge of excitement and anxiety when my “birth season” approaches.  Fall was such a long way away last February when we became pregnant with this new little bean.  Now it’s here and I’m in a different kind of nesting mode.

“Child Nesting” I’m going to call it.  I’m sure I’ll be scrubbing floors and rearranging closets in the next couple of weeks, but right now I’m feeling a little mom guilt to do as much as possible with the girls before baby comes.  Hauling my largely pregnant self all around town to visit their favorite parks, buying loads of construction paper and doing crafts, various “movie nights” during the week and staying up late with warm baths a popcorn.  I know the winter is around the corner and holding a lot of “new” for this little family so I feel like I need to make the most of the time I have now.  Even if it’s wearing me out.

The other day I had a big day of visiting 2 grocery stores and gathering our meal supplies for the month (i try to shop for the whole month) and my husband came along to help with the heavy lifting.  Afterwards we went on a small hike and let the girls play in rivers and as we were walking Ryan asks if this was too much, if I was too tired or too hungry to keep going, and I say, “I’m always tired and hungry, that’s my secret, like the incredible hulk is always angry… I’m always tired!”  HA!  I’m sure other moms can relate that by baby #3… Sleepy is just a way of life.

But just like the leaves will turn, then fall, then sprout new with blooms, I know it’s only for a season.

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We made our first trip to an orchard for apple picking the other day.  My mom and Daisy’s best buddies (aunts and uncles) joined us and we had a blast hauling wagons and filling buckets while we searched the trees for our favorite varieties of apples.  We had the most delicious, fresh made to order apple cider doughnuts and picked plenty of golden and fuji apples for our clan.  Story chased every stray orchard pup she saw and Daisy did as she always does and picked every pretty flower that caught her eye.  I really wanted to show them a farm and “where things come from” because I think that’s important.  I wanted them to see that apples hang on trees to be plucked and don’t only come from supermarkets ;)  I think we’ll definitely make it a autumn tradition.

35 weeks

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So I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
That tethered mind free from the lies

But I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down
Know my ground

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you…

 

31 weeks: almost

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Summer has flown by in a busy frenzy as it always does.  I do feel like we made the most of it though.  A move into our first house, our first family trip to the beach, countless park outings, picnics, splashing in the fountains downtown and grilling out, too many mosquito bites to count, ending the day with bruised knees and dirty black feet soaking in a toy and laughter filled bath.

We celebrated our F I V E year wedding anniversary with a nice dinner out and a fancy chocolate creme brulee at the chocolate lounge.  

I’ve also been growing a sweet baby, this summer, on kilwins lemonaide, watermelon and plenty of iced coffee and peaches.  My 31 week appointment snuck up on me and I can’t believe we’re down to spacing visits every 2 weeks.  Next week I’m supposed to start my Gentle Birth Tincture and it just feels way too soon!  Baby is looking good, a bloodwork check for me shows that I’m looking pretty good too.  I’m just now starting to feel a little too huge for ordinary tasks like getting out of the car, loading groceries and sweeping (over and over and over)  This has been a completely different pregnancy than my last two and I really can’t complain too much.  Aside from dealing with braxton hicks for the first time everything has been pretty smooth sailing.  Baby’s head is engaged already which is surprising because I usually go at least one week over my “due date” so maybe there’s a possiblity of an on time or dare I say EARLY baby?  That WOULD happen to me, just to keep me on my toes ;) 

I realized this fact at about 3AM last night and couldn’t go back to sleep.  I stayed awake obsessing over how there’s not enough furniture in our living room for a new baby and where is everyone going to sit when they come over!?  (urgent 3am thoughts, I know) Never mind the fact I haven’t even considered digging through baby clothes and bringing them out of storage… Not even sure where the newborn carseat is and HA to having a list and plan ready for freezing meals.  Oy vey.

But that living room.  Yeah, needs a loveseat and a glider. 

However, I’m happily blessed with a big ol dose of baby fever which is getting me through.  I’m just swooning over all the teeny babies I see in grocery stores and dreaming of holding this sweet little nugget of newbie love on my chest.  That feeling when you rub your nose in their soft fuzzy hair and inhale that heavenly scent of brand new baby… AHH… Nothing like it.  They’re so snuggly and content to be held and I’m more than happy to oblige.  In fact, Ryan and I usually fight over who gets to hold the baby those first few weeks, it’s a fun battle.  

So, ya know, here I am, fat and crazy.  Happy almost Autumn!

Oh, Baby

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Baby, oh, baby, 
the places you’ll go! 
The worlds you will visit! 
The friends you will know!

The horn-tooting apes
from the Jungles of Jorn
will hoot a big toot 
on the day you are born.

While a bird flying high
from far off in Katroo
will sing on the wing, 
“Happy Birthday to you!”
….. 
You’ll find that this world’s
a great place to begin, 
but it could use some help– 
which is where you come in.

So now, as my voice
burple-urps in your ear-
with a bump-thumpy sound
that is not very clear- 
the words I am saying
you hear in your heart, 
and know that I wish you
the very best start. 

It’s a scrumptulous world
and its ready to greet you.
And as for myself… 

well…
I can’t wait to meet you!

Hello!

Maranda, artsy wife to her bearded mountain-man. Hip mama to her squirrelly toddler and roly bebe. Striving to live a simple, barefoot life with her growing family.

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