I thought picking out clothes in high school was tough...

Well it is time to get the bag ready to go to the hospital. I was suppose to have this done a week ago but this is a hard decision. I thought picking out clothes in high school was tough…well it is nothing comparable to what Jackson will be wearing his first 5 days into this world and on his first trip home. This little boy will be the best dressed baby in Norway, thanks to Granny P and Gram. However, what will he wear home and heaven forbid it not match (thus booties, caps, burping rags, pacifiers, blankets, etc all have to match). After much debate and time spent in the nursery here are the finalists. Now keep in mind these are only for the trip home. I have already decided that sleepers will be the way to go in the hospital so I have already packed those. So now it is time for you to vote…Light blue or Dinosaurs.

Side Note: Also for those of you who think I am a horrible mother already and think those are not warm enough for Iceland…I mean Norway, don’t worry he has a super cute snow suit that he will be wearing as well as a long sleeve onsie underneath “the outfit”. Troy will also have the car warm for my little man too. It is only a 20 foot walk from the door to the car.

Furthermore, I think I might have to pack a suitcase for my trip to the hospital. Because not only will the little one be looking good, so will I. I refuse to be one of those mothers who during the most important photo shoot of their life, has no makeup on. However, that might change during the course of labor and delivery, and heaven forbid I go into labor at night after I have taken my evening shower. But starting March 7th (don’t know why I picked that date), I will wake up every morning and paint my face and do my hair.

Thanks to Nana and Tracy my baby boy has a nice, comfortable place to sleep...

Decisions…

Had my 35 week check up this week and Jackson is growing big and strong (see pics below). The doctor is even convinced that my due date is wrong and that Jackson looks like he will be coming sooner than later (Mid March---however we will see about that one…only God really knows the answer to that question). So with that in mind, I have been advised that I should have my bag packed and ready to go. So now it is decision time, what will Jackson be wearing home from the hospital??? That is a fun question to ponder, however on the other hand WHAT THE HELL WILL I BE WEARING? I am anti-maternity clothes and only bought the bare minimum and as I get bigger I venture more and more into my husband’s closet because I refuse to purchase anymore hideous attire (Let me tell you I am look really good in his clothes too..HAH!). So I have been looking for a new robe, night gown, and PJs to wear in the hospital since I will be staying in the maternity hotel for 4 nights after birth (I know it is exciting not to be shoved out the door within 24-48 hours). As I look through the slim section, I have decided it would be in my best interest to venture out and look at the nursing night gowns instead of the Victoria Secret Online Catalog (bummer). Well let me say I am now not excited!!! Nursing tops and attire are just as bad as maternity attire. I thought I was about to cross the golden line into cuteness and sexiness…WRONG!!! That shot the shit out of my excitement. However, my current thought is…POOR TROY. So do I give into the nursing attire or say the hell with it and get back to my normal clothes as soon as possible. Do I need the simplicity of nursing tops with a newborn or do I need the cuteness of my old wardrobe?

35 weeks

Troy: Man you are big.
Pregnant Lady Translation: Man you are fat!!!
Troy: Are you sure you don't have two babies in there.
Pregnant Lady Translation: You are really fat!!!
Solution: Reese Cups and a glass of chocolate milk

My Husband...Happy Valentines Day!!!

My Husband

I know I am not one to show my emotions or one to let people know how I am feeling. But over the years I have found this strength, this love, this emotional bond that has overcome my entire being—the love of my husband.

The type of love that even at your weakest moment prevails. The type of love that shines through your darkest moments. A type of love that I could have only found with my husband. My husband is a great man who has a warm heart and is passionate about every aspect of our lives. Sometimes I wonder how I met such an incredible man, my husband.

Simple love-filled gestures bring warmth to my heart like his ever glowing smile, the way he looks down at me and gently kisses my forward, when he grabs my hand with a simple warm embrace, the look of joy in his eyes when he hasn’t seen me in a while, and the simple gentle whisper of ‘I Love You.’
Oh what a man my husband!

But now my loving husband will take on a new role, a loving father. A role that he has been destined to take on; a role that will be far more important than just ‘my husband.’ A role that I know he will conquer fiercely, a role that I believe is his becoming.

I long for the day when his smile becomes proud, when a tiny hand grasps for his hand, when he quickly wipes away scraps and gently picks up falls, when he becomes a hero, and most importantly when he leans over and kisses the forehead of our son.

I realize now that this day is rapidly approaching; a day that will never go unforgotten, the day when my husband becomes a father. However, this will be a day that my love will ever become stronger for my husband.

Danger...

Well the snow finally stopped and the sun came out today, so it was time to venture out and take a much needed walk. I don’t know who needed it more, Sydney or me. You think your troubles are over when the sun comes out and you are walking along the coast line with a beautiful view of the fjords…WRONG!!! You are just as in danger as if there was a blizzard outside. First, let me start by saying that Norway is a very well lit place, especially since darkness is a common thing in the winter (like 18 hours). So there are lots of lights placed EVERYWHERE. So just imagine it finally being sunny, however you still have to walk close to the snow plies so you don’t “slip-n-slide” down the road. However, you walk past a light pole and suddenly you hear a crash on the ground. First, you think your water has broken but then you realize that you might have just peed in your pants (J/K). Second, you think you are either being shot at or that the kids across the street are throwing snow balls (I should say ice balls right now) at you…however only to turn around and find a MASSIVE icicle on the ground. I swear the thing could have killed you or at least caused some major brain damage. (12 inches long and 3 inches in diameter, and pointy as hell--the picture above does no justice). I am not exaggerating either. So now instead of worrying about sliding around or it being too damn cold, you have to worry about getting struck by a damn icicle. But as I write this I think I rather dodge icicles in sunny weather instead of dreading going outside tomorrow as it is suppose to be -6F (-21C). Oh how I long for summer.

Move Over…Shamu is on board!!!

I went to the doctor today and like usual took the tram. I take the tram or t-bane everywhere I go. First, let me say it is always nice to ride the tram into the city because it offers a great view unlike the t-bane (Norwegian version of the subway). However, after my doctor’s appointment (which went great, Jackson is a big boy) the tram was overly crowded. People get off work here around 400pm and I always schedule my appointment in the afternoon for the slim chance Troy might be in town or available to go. Today when I got onto the tram I had to stand for 10-15 minutes before I got a seat. Most of the seats were occupied by teenagers and young adults (both male and female). Well as we all know I am as big as a whale now and there is no mistaking me as being fat…I definitely look pregnant. Some might even think I am due NOW. However, no one would give up their seat for a pregnant lady who was growing madder by the second. I think by the time I sat down my face was as red as my jacket and my jacket is quite red. You would think people would have the decency to move over and let the fat lady sit down. One might think that maybe my jacket covered my belly; well that is not the case. I can’t zip it up anymore so my stomach is always sticking out. Geesh people move over…Shamu is on board!

We have a Problem...

I am here...


He is here...



We have a major conflict of interest. Where would you rather be? I am 33 weeks pregnant and can't go outside today unless Jackson and I want to play slip-n-slide on the roads. I decided that for the safety of my unborn son that we would hang out inside with a marathon of Sex and the City (I know just what he needs to be listening too). However, my lovely husband (yes he truly is lovely...you should read my early valentines day card) could actually play the "real" slip-n-slide where he is located. Oh how I envy him right now! But then again I have super powers...I am growing his son!!!