Well, I’m still pregnant in case you were wondering. 39 weeks and definitely counting. Unfortunately, these past 3 weeks of been sort of a whirlwind. Three weeks ago, my Grandma past away. She was the last living grandparent that Derek and I had. She was my absolute favorite and I’m so thankful she came to live in Ohio the past 3 years…it gave me a lot more time with her that I wouldn’t have otherwise gotten. Unfortunately, the funeral was in South Dakota so I was unable to fly back. Something about airlines being scared of accepting a 36 week pregnant woman that could go into labor at any second or something like that…I would have loved to be there but instead I stayed home and kept my little daughter safely on the ground.
And then this little cutie pie had surgery 2 weeks ago. He had one of his dewclaws improperly removed when he was a puppy and the past few years it had created a growth of some sort on his little leg. It was on our to-do list to get this removed before our daughter made her debut. He made it through everything just fine; just needed some extra love and attention for the two weeks. Oh, and he needed to wear his OSU hooded sweatshirt at all times because he had a hard time keeping up his body temperature. Seriously any time he wears this, he gets more and more attention because it is just so darn adorable. His sutures were removed a couple of days ago and everything looked great. I have to say, I wasn’t sad when I threw away that e-collar that he had to wear…
Now, today is when tragedy struck my family again. My Step Dad had a cardiac event last week…and passed away after being in the ICU. To say that I feel awful for my Mom is a complete understatement. After handling everything with my Grandma just 3 weeks ago, she is experiencing another loss. Joe has been a HUGE part of my life. They’ve been married for 17 years, so I owe so much to him and feel like a lot of my characteristics were developed through growing up around him.
You know the funny part…4 weeks ago, I started showing progress with this pregnancy. Every week we would go, a little more, and a little more. The last doctor’s appointment I had nothing, notta. It was the same from the previous week. It is almost like our little girl has delayed her arrival because of these circumstances. Before, I had the attitude of when is she going to come already. Now, I’m just hoping she will stay in there a little longer so I can attend the funeral and be there as much as possible for my Mom. In the end, I’m just so thankful that we have our little girl coming because this will be the first good news my family has heard for a while. I cannot wait until she decides to come and add a little joy into everybody’s lives.