Tuesday, October 29, 2013

We are not born into greatness...

First of all, I am not about to compare my life to another's, if I were there are plenty of people who have far more to complain about than I do. But, I will not deny that I have seen some adversity in my life. This adversity has, at times, caused depression, guilt, anxiety, sadness, hopelessness and disparity. But it has also allowed me to realize the importance of compassion, to choose to not become another statistic, to learn how to work hard for those things I want, to be inventive and creative, to realize the power to change is within me. I am forever grateful for that empowerment. It did not come easily, I did not come to it on my own, but it was well worth it.

For now, I am just another person. I could easily be considered below average by many measures. However, as I work and strive to become a better person this quote reminds me I have a responsibility to live up to the adversity I have been given.

“If we study the lives of great men and women carefully and unemotionally we find that, invariably, greatness was developed, tested and revealed through the darker periods of their lives. One of the largest tributaries of the River of Greatness is always the Stream of Adversity.”
                           - Cavett Robert

Saturday, October 26, 2013

In the city that we love...

This month has moved along quite quickly... and although I never thought I would say this, but so has my pregnancy. Maybe that is just because I am semi freaking out about being responsible for a new born in four months and the long list of to-dos before then.

This was taken at 20 weeks 3 days. I have gained 20 pounds so far... 
I lied and have kept up with looking at the scale regularly. 

I also chopped off 6 inches of my hair. 
Most people know how big of a deal that was for me. But, I figured 1. If I was that attached to my hair something should be done and 2. My hair has grown a lot since I have been pregnant, so if I wanted to cut it short, now was the time to do it and still have time for some of the length to come back.

Anyways, back to the baby. Our little boy weighs about a pound now and is 11 inches long. I definitely feel him kick on a regular basis. Gabe feels it every once in awhile and even Starky has jumped a few times at the kicks. Oh and Gabe chose a name that I really like so we are going with it but aren't quite ready to announce it to the internet.

This past week I went to visit my cousin and her three cute kids. I love watching moms and seeing how they parent their kids. Each child is different and I realize that I won't do things exactly like anyone else but it is great to see others in action and realize that while being a mom will for the most part take over my life, that I can still have my own identity and goals for myself. Also, I just love my family and it was a blast to hang out with them for a few days.
Here is me holding the sweetest little girl. 
Seriously, she is happy about 95% of the time and it was so adorable to see her crawling around after Starky. Speaking of which, I was impressed by how well our dog behaved around the kids. He has a few things to learn, but he was so sweet with each of the children. 

While I was at my cousin's house I had the chance to babysit and the two older kids wanted to play hide-n-seek. Each time I counted they ran off, giggled and hid together. I love their relationship as siblings. At one point they decided to hide in Starky's kennel. At first I was mortified, but I decided I could at least snap a picture of their adventure before rushing them out of his kennel and having them wash their hands. 

And then my wonderful long time friend Lyndi drove an hour to come pick me up so we could hang out and talk. I am so grateful for the friendship we have been able to cultivate over the past thirteen plus years (are we really that old?!). We went to a park in downtown Dallas where Lyndi treated me to the food trucks and we listened to some live music. Starky met a few other dogs and we laughed almost as much as we talked. I still don't know how I managed to snap a picture of a food truck but not one with Lyndi. Oh well, I guess that means I will just have to go visit sooner.

Part of the reason I went to visit Dallas is because Gabe went to Wisconsin for a work trip. I usually just stay home and enjoy the freedoms of having a car during the day, but Gabe ended up having to fly into Dallas and I am really glad I was able to spend a few days with some of my favorite people.

Speaking of favorite people, while Gabe was in Wisconsin he was able to see his brother Josh.

I love the relationship those two have. Gabe talked about their visit all the way home from Dallas and I could tell it made such a difference in his trip. I love our siblings and how much they care for and about us. Plus, who else can you have borderline inappropriate inside jokes with for life...

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

And that's how the story goes...

Not long after Gabe and I got married we had a discussion about adventures...
When we were freshman we talked a lot about traveling internationally, and both of us have a few goals to do so. But, when we got married we were extremely poor and knew that there wouldn't be any kind of international travel for quite some time.

I'm not sure what started this discussion but I distinctively remember what Gabe said in response (so much in fact that this comment is the reason for the name of this blog). He said "I know a lot of guys are out there looking for their next adventure. For me, getting married to you was the next adventure."

As we tighten our budget even more to include a child and healthcare (thank you parents for letting us stay on your plans until age 26) I realize that this is our next adventure. One day, I hope we will visit London, see the ancient ruins in Rome or even just travel to Canada. But for now, I am grateful I have someone by my side who is so excited that figuring out parenthood is the next adventure.

Monday, October 14, 2013

That's what you get...

The words of Sheri Dew are so empowering. Love this, love her.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

I walked out this morning and I...

Pardon my french but what the hell are mommy wars?

Seriously, when did it become acceptable to criticize mothers who are not abusing/neglecting their children? And I don't mean abuse in a "well they don't eat organic" or "they don't let their kids have sleepovers" sort of way. I mean full on neglect and abuse. I've heard a lot of reasons why people think others criticize and name call... the internet provides a sort of anonymity, or because people simply want to educate others. 

But really, what it comes down to is a prideful and hateful approach to parenting.

If a woman chooses to stay-at-home, good for her! You think she wasted her college degree? Statistics and research would argue with you. The more educated a woman is, the higher her vocabulary tends to be, and the more successful her children are in elementary school.
Oh and if she doesn't have a college degree? Well, then her kid has something to write about on their college essay, something to show how they worked harder.

If a woman works all day? Well maybe she has to or maybe she chooses to. It should be obvious that it doesn't matter and really isn't any one else's business, or place to judge, which one it is. Besides, daycare is a great way for kids to become more socialized.

As someone who is pregnant and really has no idea what I am doing (no matter how many books I read, you just can't fit an individual's experience into generic reading material) I am trying my best to remember:

"...how canst thou say to thy brother, Brother, let me pull out the mote that is in thine eye, when thou thyself beholdest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the mote that is in they brother's eye"

and for those of you who don't care to read the Bible, there is always the simplicity of the golden rule.

So, pardon me while I leave this rant to go work some of the beams I have in my eyes... I believe there are at least a few dozen in there.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

It is... a human!

Baby Eaton Update

I am exhausted... but in a good way. Conference weekend seems to always do that to me, but add in the fact that we found of the sex of the baby and saw his healthy and cute arms, legs, etc yesterday then add that we had family in town. Even thinking about it is enough to make me want to take a nap.

We have no idea what we are going to name him. We are partial to names in our family history and Greek/Roman names, but we don't really want to name the poor lad Orpheus. Gabe also suggested "Stuffed Crust Eaton" so when they call his name in class it would be "Eaton, Stuffed Crust" and that is about as far as our attempts to pick a name have taken us.

In other news, here are some pictures of our adorable baby boy (if I do say so myself).

The thing that looks like bubbles coming out of his belly button is the umbilical cord.

 We decided that he definitely has the Eaton nose.

He was moving his hand, almost as if to wave at us. 

 Such a cute little baby.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Baby Updates

Last Friday night Gabe and I both felt Baby Eaton move for the first time. I had a doctor's appointment earlier that day and the nurse asked if I had felt any movement. I said no but realized that I haven't really been paying attention lately. So later that evening I sat there and kept pushing around on my stomach. Gabe came over and the look on his face was priceless when he felt baby move.

Technically Gabe felt baby move first, which I thought was a great bonding moment for them. Since then he has put his hand on my stomach every morning before we get up to see if he can feel it move.

I am so excited to find out the sex of our baby next week. I have zero expectations for this child as far as sex goes, except I would like it to have two sex chromosomes. After taking a few genetic courses I will say that. Last Friday the heartbeat was 150 and everything else was great, this baby keeps growing and we are so grateful.