On Sept. 11th, I started my countdown to Maciella’s arrival. She was already 4 days past due, and although I had not felt anything but Braxton Hicks contractions; I was definitely sensing she was going to be making her appearance soon. However, if at all possible, I really didn’t want my baby girl to be born on a day our nation mourned. I wanted her to be free to celebrate her birth without the pull to memorialize the tragic event of 9/11.
One of the silent killers in many marriages today is the absence of boundaries. We often convince ourselves into thinking they are unnecessary in marriage. Many times, I hear spouses say they don’t want to appear controlling or they don’t want to be controlled. I’ve even heard married couples say, “I should be able to do whatever I want!” Yet the truth is we surrendered our “want” the moment we made a vow to “become as one” with someone else. Continue reading “Setting Boundaries in Your Marriage”
It’s amazing for me to believe I have been with Juan, my husband, my best friend, the man of my dreams for nearly 19 years. [Side note: You can expect this to be mushy…it’s my love story after all.] To think I’ve spent more of my life with him than anyone else, including my parents, helps me realize the impact he’s made on me. I’m incredibly thankful to God for orchestrating our paths together. We seriously needed one another (and still do) and not in a dependency kind of way, rather in a way to improve and benefit each other’s lives. Although he is hardly the same guy I met back in 1998, I am more in love with him and appreciate who he is today more than ever before.
My four-year-old and two-year-old absolutely love Thomas the Tank Engine and all his friends. So we couldn’t miss the opportunity to take them to “A Day Out With Thomas“.
If you haven’t heard or haven’t quite read my baby shower blog post, we have announced our baby girl’s name: “Maciella Amore” (pronounced “Mas-e-Ella”). We decided to continue with the “M” theme for all our kiddos. I admit it felt difficult at first trying to find an original name beginning with the letter “M”. Even after we came across “Maciella”, I wrestled with it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted a name for my daughter that others would struggle pronouncing. Nevertheless my husband insisted. He loved the uniqueness of the name and its meaning.
After a wonderful Babymoon in Alaska, we have been eagerly preparing for the arrival of our 2nd baby girl. We’ve made sleeping adjustments, closet organizational changes and updates to our registry. The next step is celebrating with our friends and family at the Baby Shower! We can’t wait to begin to celebrate! In the meantime, I am ready to begin my last stretch of this pregnancy!
I can not believe how fast this pregnancy is going! I’m already passed the halfway point!! I’m 21 weeks! Ahhh! I’m seriously trying not to think of it to avoid preparation anxiety. Everyone who knows me well, knows I’m a planner. Last week I barely started my baby #3 preparation list. I’m already feeling behind! A note to my overly critical self: I had both of my toddlers’ birthdays and Easter all in a span of 9 days, slowing me down before I could get to the grind of preparing for Baby #3. Now I’m ready to start the hustle!
The other day, I had a conversation with a friend about the challenges children at this present time endure even at a young age. Between the shootings that have occurred at elementary schools, child prostitution, and unlimited, uncensored access to information, without a doubt our children are being raised in a different world than we were.
The birth story of my first born was not exactly how my husband and I envisioned it would be. But isn’t labor like that for every first time mom? Nevertheless, we were doing everything we could to be “well-prepared” parents on the day of our little man’s delivery.
I can remember by husband and I attending every birthing class offered. We were those eager students ready to learn all we could, in hopes to have the perfect labor experience. I love planning and organizing, so I already had a detailed vision of what my labor was going to look like. My birthing plan in a nutshell was to labor as much as possible at home, give birth to my son vaginally without any medication, and rely on the help of my mid-wife with just my husband and I in the delivery room. My husband was going to help by cuing the instrumental music, be on standby for inspirational scriptures, pillow propping, massages and yoga ball exercises as needed. We were ready to execute our plan! As far as the baby room preparation, getting all the baby clothes ready to wear and packing my hospital bag, we were just going to wait until I was off of work. After all, we were still in March, I was going to take the month of April off to relax and slowly prepare. The baby wasn’t due till May 2nd-that should have been enough time right? So we thought.
Can you hear the voices of a thousand of angels singing? I can! They’re ringing in the start of my second trimester! Why? No more nausea! No more fatigue! No more morning sickness! I say to my second trimester, “Bring on the ENERGY and SLEEP!”