Ok, so clearly things have gotten nut-balls because I haven’t been in contact with the real world in a millennia. A MILLENNIA! So obviously a lot has been going on…
We found out our baby is another precious angel boy. I’m serious when I say I couldn’t be happier about that. I would have loved to have a girl but the idea of girls scares the Holy Moses out of me. I am a girl, that’s how is know we’re scary as hell. It would have been cool to have a boy and a girl and do the ‘one of each’ route but I know that The Lord gives you exactly what you need and not always what you want…and sometimes I think He gives you what will make Him laugh the most; that’s why my sister has two baby girls :0) If I had been asked 10 years ago what gender mine and Lil Sista’s children would be I would have bet a years salary she’d have all boys and I’d have 4 very high maintenance girls who all get their periods at the same time starting at age 6. That’s what I deserve. But God didn’t have that plan for us and, as it always turns out, He’s perfectly right. I’m a boy mom, who knew!?! Perhaps God wants to save Big Red from any more glitter and sparkles in his life…I max out his allotment.
So the fight continued about names for our boy. We knew John was a ‘John’ before we got married, Levi always wanted to name his first son after his grandfather John Donahue “Don” Hall. And I loved the name so it was settled early on. Plus I knew John was a boy from the moment I got pregnant. With this little banana I had no clue, I actually was leaning towards a girl for a while but the fact that I didn’t have a feeling pissed me off. I gotta know stuff, that’s my personality. Then the big reveal came (thanks to Melissa at Pistols and Pearls Photography for orchestrating that beautiful shoot) and I found out there was yet another penis in there as the blue glitter fell. No one but Melissa knew the sex of the baby til that balloon popped. It was awesome. We’d been tossing around a few ideas but Red thought it would be hilarious to veto each one by saying “No, that’s terrible” or “I knew a guy once named that and he was a total douche”. Didn’t stop me from badgering him day and night…again, I gotta know stuff and that includes the name of my child before he gets here. I like to talk to them in there and use their name and get familiar..it’s sweet and I think it builds that relationship. Either Red finally liked a name or I verbally beat him into submission but we landed on…(drumroll please) Beau Walker Memmer! B-Dub, as Lil Sista calls him. The name ‘Beau’ comes from the same place ‘John’ did; the idea that we wanted to name him after someone we admired and loved.
When our beloved Len Monger passed away last year it felt as though all happiness had left with him. His nickname was Bo. So as a tribute to him and all the love and laughter he brought to our lives we are naming our son in his memory. When I found out I was pregnant after a year of trying, it was the first time I felt reassured of God’s plans for us and the meaning behind Him making us go through loss or the testing of our patience…He has purpose. So it seems perfect to solidify that purpose by naming my son Beau, so that every time I call his name I’ll be reminded that I do not understand God’s plans, but I do know they are good. I don’t understand why I had to lose Len or wait so long for my baby, but I know it’s because God loves me and wants good things for me. And that brings back the happiness I thought I lost. Beau Walker Memmer is my constant reminder of God’s purpose for me.
Ok. Sappy Erin has gone back to her cave where she will be detained until my hormones sneak her out like the ninja’s they are. Evil Ninjas.
My pregnancy is swimming along beautifully. I am now twenty weeks poofy and find I can’t keep myself from eating but I feel fantastic! I’m serious about the eating, my hands act separately from my conscious brain and start shoveling food in my mouth before I realize I’m eating anything. I am no longer in control people. I haven’t gained as much weight as I did with John at 20 weeks, but the summer just hit so I’m expecting those triple digit days to really bring out the swelling and weight gain. Bring it! I’m a pro, I can handle it. I’ll just cry out all that water in emotional meltdowns in front of the mirror as I get ready every day. Like usual.
I can feel Beau kicking, and it’s magical. Big Red can’t feel it from the outside yet but I keep grabbing his hands and putting them on my belly. I just think it’s funny, really. I know he can’t feel a damn thing yet. And I’m still working out regularly, which I think is helping me feel so good. With John I had issues in the first trimester so I couldn’t work out and then he got seriously huge in the third trimester so it was a victory to walk around let alone exercise. So I like that I can be more active with Beau. I’m sure it’s a treat for all the ladies at the gym to see me preggo-grunt and heave like a wildebeest while they breeze through the exercises. They get skinnier, I get more and more ‘jolly’. Good job girls. I swear on the rolls forming below my chin that I will be skinny again one day! As God as my witness! But, for now, I’m going to have one more peppermint patty. Ok three more. Bite me.
I still haven’t gotten the acne that the first pregnancy brought me, but I’m whoa sweatier. It’s not cute to sweat like this. I’m this slow-blinking-mouth-breather posted up in the corner downing pitchers of water and wiping my under-boobs in public. But hey, I get a baby out of it all.
More to come soon! Love you all! Unless you’re skinny, I’ll love you again next year.