Welcome to the World!

Well, it’s been quite a while hasn’t it?  I finally found a few minutes to myself to record and share Anabelle’s birth story.  This is the first of several blogs covering sweet Anabelle’s first two months of life.  Let’s start at the beginning, her birth!

As most of you know I was feeling pretty miserable those last few weeks of my pregnancy.  3 weeks before Anabelle was born, I was feeling extremely uncomfortable and really didn’t know how I was going to make it through the rest of the pregnancy portion of this journey.  Fortunately about a week and a half before Anabelle was born I did start feeling a little better and even managed to take some long walks in hopes of “inducing” labor.

At my 40 week appointment, which was on a Tuesday (I was 40 weeks exactly), my midwife informed me that she was going on vacation the following week and would not be at my next appointment, or the birth of our baby girl if she decided to come past Saturday.  As you can imagine I was THRILLED by this news.  The midwife told me to try castor oil on Thursday to induce labor, if it didn’t happen by then, because I was already 3cm dilated and 80% effaced at this point.  She was also starting to talk about a hospital induction if the baby wasn’t here by 42 weeks; again, I was thrilled by this conversation.  Looking back I’m pretty sure the midwife striped my membranes at this appointment without telling me because that whole day, after the appointment, I had horrible cramps and even some bleeding.

Anyway, no baby still, so Thursday morning I made a “labor float” which consisted of castor oil, root beer, and vanilla ice cream.  The only thing this “labor float” did was give me a BAD case of, well, the equivalent of a bad stomach flu.  After that pleasant experience I decided to just wait until this little girl decided she was ready to come and stop trying to rush the poor girl.

Sunday, March 10th was a pretty typical Sunday for us.  It consisted of church, doing stuff around the house, I made tacos for dinner, which we ate around 8:00 pm, watching The Walking Dead at 9:00, then I went up to bed around 11:00.  I COULD NOT sleep to save my life.  I just figured it was going to be another sleepless pregnant night.  Around 11:30 I put in my headphones and started listening to one of my hypno-babies CDs, which always helped put me to sleep.  At 12:00 I had my first contraction, there was NO doubt in my mind that it was a contraction.  I didn’t tell James right away, I timed them for 30 minutes, and they were 10 minutes apart.  At 12:30 I told James that I was in labor.  He of course told me to lye down and keep timing the contractions and it might not really be labor.  At 1:00am, contractions still 10 minutes apart; I told James that this was definitely it.  He told me to go back upstairs and get some rest when all of a sudden something happened.  I said, “Uh oh, weird, I think I just wet my pants.”  James said, “No Havilah, I’m pretty sure your water just broke, let go up and see.”   Yes, my water had broken at 1:00am on March 13th, neither James or myself had gotten any sleep, of course.  We called my midwife’s office and informed them of the situation.  They said go to the hospital since my water had broken.  We packed our bags and were taking our time because we didn’t want to get to the hospital too soon.  My contractions were starting to get more intense, to the point that I couldn’t really concentrate on packing and was having trouble “meditating” and “breathing” through them.  Once we got to the hospital, about 3:30am, after some mandatory triage stuff, the nurses confirmed that my water had broken, and I was admitted.  I put on the, oh so wonderful, hospital gown, got hooked up the fetal monitors and requested the birthing ball right away!  The nurse put a saline lock (IV) in me, of course on the first attempt my vein popped, so the nurse had to do it again.  I was not hooked up to fluids or anything because I wanted to try and stay hydrated on my own.  This next part of the story is a little fuzzy.  I remember the contractions and I know I was in pain, but I don’t remember how I got from 3:30am to 9:00am.  I was listening to my hypno-baby CDs and just trying to zone out on the birthing ball.  James, bless his heart, was passed out on the couch in the corner basically this whole time.  I was really patient with him, I must say.  I wanted his help, but really didn’t know what I wanted him to do, therefore, he ended up sleeping.

 At 9:00am I pretty much reached my breaking point.  When I was checked by the nurse around 8:00am I was 5cm dilated, so I though I was going to be in labor for a lot longer than I wanted to think about.  At 9:00am I couldn’t do anything to relieve or get through my pain during each contraction.  Leaning over the bed, over the toilet, standing, lying down, sitting on the birthing ball, NOTHING helped the pain.  At this point I woke James up and started asking him and the nurse how much longer I was going to be in labor, I wanted this over with.  The nurse told me I probably wouldn’t deliver until around 12:00.  “Noon! You’ve got to be kidding me,” I thought.  The nurse suggested I get up and try walking.  I was having some pretty bad back labor at this point, and she thought this was because the baby’s head was sitting on my pelvic bone, so walking, would help bring her down and off of my pelvis.  I tried standing, that didn’t go well, and then I tried walking, which lasted about 5 steps.  I didn’t know how I could walk the halls when I couldn’t even walk 5 steps.  This is when I started talking about an epidural.

 I decided to take the plunge and get an epidural; it was about 9:15am at this point.  In came the anesthesiologist with the paperwork.  James helped me get through it all, as I was, as is to be expected, still having contractions.  I was sat on the side of my bed and the bed was raised into the air.  James was sitting in front of me and I was leaning on him with my back hunched.  The nurse was trying to hook me up to the saline solution to get me hydrated, but something wasn’t working.  James pointed out that my hand was swelling up and the fluid was draining under my skin, not into my vein.  So they had to take that IV out, and try another, my vein popped, then another, again, my vein popped, finally the 3rd attempt worked.  During this time I am still having contractions and the anesthesiologist is poking around my back.  I started to feel very light headed and I quietly told James that I thought I was going to puke, which I did.  I felt relief within 20 minutes of the epidural being placed.   I was checked again at 10:30/10:45am and I was 9cm dilated!  Looking back I’m pretty sure that when I hit “my wall” I was starting to enter into the “transition” phase of labor.  I think this also contributed to my vomiting and obviously the shakes I was experiencing shortly after getting the epidural.

 Around 11:30am, after some much-needed rest, I started feeling like something was going to fall out of me.  I kept ringing the nurse, asking her to check and make sure that the baby wasn’t crowning or falling out.  The on call OB made her way to the room and everything was ready to go for pushing right about 12:30, maybe 12:45.  As it turns out, I had a high leak in my bag of waters, so the bag was still around little Anabelle.  The OB broke the bottom of the bag as Anabelle was on her way out.  I pushed for what didn’t seem like very long.  I just kept thinking about how hungry I was while I was pushing, I felt like I could eat a 12oz steak.  In fact, when the nurse asked, “How are you doing?”  I said, “I’m starving”.  She laughed and said, “You’re my kind of girl”.

 Well, I pushed and pushed, and finally, out she came!  Anabelle Ruth Greene, born March 11th, 2013 at 1:21pm, 8lbs 7oz, 20 inches long.  When she came out I of course lost it and the tears came like a waterfall.  All I could say was, “She’s beautiful, she’s so beautiful, isn’t she beautiful, I can’t believe how beautiful she is, have you ever seen such a beautiful girl?” all while crying my eyes out.  I had some problems with hemorrhaging after she was born which really took away from our “skin to skin” experience directly after the birth.  They did put Anabelle on my tummy and chest, but I was exhausted by what was being done to stop my hemorrhaging and was pretty out of it.  When James finally brought her back over to me all bundled up I took a good look at her face and said, “She looks just like you!”

 After the nurses helped me get cleaned we were taken to the “Mother Baby” ward of the hospital and to our room.  So that’s the story of sweet Anabelle’s birth.  I’ll continue the story of course in another post.  I have never felt emotion like I did the moment that sweet baby was born.  I don’t even really think I can attempt to put those emotions into words.  The best way I can describe it is just an all-consuming love and knowledge that nothing, NOTHING, in my life would ever be the same, I would NEVER be the same.  Motherhood has changed every part of my life, but again, more on that to come later.

Pregnancy and Alien Chestburters


I feel like I’ve been pregnant my ENTIRE life.  What was it like when I could eat an entire meal in one sitting?  What was it like when I could sleep through the entire night and not wake up at 1:00 am, 3:00 am, and 5:00 am to go tinkle?  What was it like to not feel like an emotional psychopath?  I am so looking forward to our little girl and I’m even looking forward to giving birth, but pregnancy and I are about done with one another, for the time being.  I don’t understand how some days I feel wonderful, I don’t even feel pregnant.  Yet, other days I feel like a huge water balloon with an alien living inside about to burst out, Alien Chestburster style, because my stomach can’t possibly stretch one more inch.  Did you know calf cramps are also a common pregnancy symptom?  Your calf won’t cramp during the day, just at 4 o’clock in the morning and you’ll feel like you’re about to die because it wakes you up so suddenly that it takes you a second to realize what’s going on.

I suppose us women are supposed to be learning something during our pregnancies.  Our bodies are preparing us for what having children will be like, exhausting.  I don’t really know, I have no wisdom to offer here, I just feel like complaining a bit today.  I’ve also been getting a bit freaked out lately.  I really am usually quite positive and really try to focus on all that is good and sunny in the world, but I worry.  I just want a beautiful and healthy baby, and I KNOW, I KNOW, she will be healthy and normal, but those scary thoughts do cross my mind sometimes, what if something is wrong, what if she’s not healthy, and then I have to put a stop to them.  Is this what it feels like to be a mom?  I feel like I’m never going to get sleep again, either due to feedings and dirty diapers, or bad dreams, or peeing the bed, or staying out past curfew, and I’m pretty sure I’m right about this, aren’t I?  As I’m typing this, baby girl is kicking me, it’s as if she’s saying, “Ready or not mom, I’m coming!”  I feel like James and I think we’re ready, but maybe we’re really not!  I mean our first job as parents, pick a name for your child, is not even complete!  We have an ever-changing list of names, we go from two names, to four names, to three names, to scouring the internet, back to two names, it’s ridiculous.

All of these things are why I love listening to my “Positive Pregnancy Affirmations” track on my Hypnobabies CD every day.  This track is about 32 minutes long and is just a list of positive affirmations to help you put your head in a positive space and to think positively about pregnancy and child-birth when you’re having a bad, or good, day.  Some of my favorite affirmations include, “My pregnant body is radiantly beautiful” (duh!), “Pregnancy is natural and normal for me and my baby”, “I intuitively know exactly what my body and baby need”, “I am in complete control of my body and my pregnancy”, “I have a voice and deserve to use it”, and “My baby is happy and healthy inside of me now”.  I know to some this all might sound a bit “hippie”, but I LOVE listening to this and it really puts me at ease when my mind starts into a negative and worrisome spiral.  I’ve listened to the track so many times now I actually believe every positive affirmation.  At work one day, while at lunch with some co-workers, we were talking about pregnancy and pregnant bodies and I actually said aloud “I feel that my pregnant body is radiantly beautiful”, everyone thought this was quite funny, I didn’t understand why because I so believe it to be true.

Anyway, sorry this post is a bit scattered and random, but that’s where my mind is these days.  Pregnancy brain is REAL folks.  Only five weeks to go before our little nameless cranberry is born, well, I guess it could be less than five and it could be more than five, we’ll see!  Baby’s are born on their birthdays, not when we decide, or necessarily want them to be born.

K.C. Baby Shower


This weekend my mother-in-law threw my first baby shower for me.  We had it at James and my house, to avoid hauling of gifts and because James and I haven’t had time for a house warming party, so this gave people a chance to see our new digs.

I had birthing class on Saturday from 10:00 – 1:00 so I had to leave the door unlocked to let my mother-in-law in so she could start setting up for the shower, which started at 2:00.  When I got home at about 1:30 everything was set up and looking adorable.  My mother-in-law knows my sweet tooth well, so of course she had cupcakes and a candy bar!  I was surprised, and got a little emotional, when I saw the crib we registered for set up in our living room.  My mother-in-law and father-in-law bought us the crib and my father-in-law assembled it for us, I was really touched.  I could just picture our precious little cranberry sleeping soundly and safely inside.

Crib and Clothes

Well Wishes Tree Food Candy Buffet

We got tons of adorable clothes and all sorts of stuff that we’ll need for our beautiful little girl, a few Disney movies (Beauty and the Beast, and Sleeping Beauty), and a beautifully hand crocheted blanket made by one of my cousins. The games were really fun, the food was delicious, and I so enjoyed spending time with all of the friends and family that attended the shower that day.  When everyone left I just sat on my couch staring at all of the gifts in the crib and said a little prayer of thanks.  I will never forget how blessed and happy I felt that afternoon.

As one of my work friends was leaving the shower, she pointed out that there was a package in our mail box.  I was surprised because I wasn’t expecting anything.  I saw that is was from my grandma who lives in California.  I opened the package and found, to my surprise, a beautiful, white, hand crocheted blanket.  I got emotional again, missing my grandma and feeling touched by the time and detail she put into making the blanket.


Since James had to work Saturday and didn’t get to see all of the adorable clothes we received before I threw them all in the wash, I spent Sunday evening showing him every pair of socks and every cute little onesie.  His favorite was a Missouri Tiger’s onesie, go figure!  Come on Nebraska friends and family, James is convinced our little girl is going to be Tigers fan!  I love seeing James getting excited, and his anticipation growing, as we wait to meet our little girl.  I am happy and feel more content with life than I ever have, and that’s about all I have to say.

Happy New Year…Let’s Work!



We had a wonderful New Year’s Eve and a wonderful weekend leading up to New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.  We did not travel to Lincoln for Christmas this year, between James work schedule and me not really feeling up to traveling right now, we decided to just stay home and relax.  My parents came to visit us over the New Year’s weekend.  My dad used to build custom homes so we put him and my mom to work helping us with a few things around the house while they were visiting.  Don’t feel too bad for them, they insisted over and over they were happy to help, and we were happy to let them help!  There is no way James and I could have tackled the projects they helped with as fast and as well without them.

So what did they help with?  Well, James and my dad worked on re-building the closet in our master bedroom and in the nursery.  Both closets just had a single hanging rod that ran the length of the closet with a single shelf on top of the rod.  Now (see pictures below) the closets have double rods and additional shelves!

Nursery Closet Master Closet

Mom and I worked on taking down the horrible seashell border that was hanging in our hall bathroom.  There were also all sorts of horrible imperfections and bumps in the dry wall, so I sanded what I could.  Then my dad used drywall mud and his sheer genius to fix what I couldn’t.  We also changed the light fixture in the bathroom as well as all of the towel rods, vanity hardware, toilet paper holder, etc. and then my dad painted, actually my dad did almost everything except for scraping off the border…you’re the best dad! (photo’s below are “after” shots)

Towel RodMirror Vanity

I am so glad to have these projects done!  I find it funny that as soon as we finish one, or three, projects, it seems like 5 more appear.  I guess this is just part of home ownership.  After all of the hard work, the four of us, and my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, went out to eat at one of my favorite restaurants, Hereford House, on New Year’s Eve.  After eating we all went back to our house and enjoyed some adult beverages, well I didn’t but everyone else did, and played dominos.  We actually missed midnight, all of a sudden my sister-in-law said, “uh, guys, it’s 12:05”, oops, Happy New Year!  I zonked out at about 1:00 am, I’m really proud of myself for staying awake that long, especially after a wonderful steak dinner.

All in all the weekend was great.  I was happy to spend so much time with my parents and grateful for the help around the house.  I now have a daddy-do list AND a honey-do list, maybe I could stand to be pregnant a little longer.  I think I’m starting to enter the nesting gone crazy stage of my pregnancy.  I feel exhausted, then, from out of nowhere, I find the energy to finish all these projects.  I just love knowing that everything I’m doing will help James and myself more prepared for our beautiful baby.  I can’t wait to get all of her furniture and accessories for the nursery, seeing the room come together really is starting to make things feel more real.  In approximately 8 weeks and 2 days we’ll have a beautiful little baby girl living in our house with us, it’s so amazing! Although if she’s anything like her mother and her father, she’ll be late to her own party, so I fully expect this girl to stay comfortable where she is past her due date (March 5).

Anyway, I hope you all had a wonderful and productive New Years and Christmas holiday.  May 2013 bring you all joy and peace.

A Year in Review



Wow, what a year 2012 was!  It really flew by didn’t it?  I’d like to take a moment and recap what all has happened to the Greenes in 2012.

1)      James graduated Pharmacy School

2)      We got pregnant (baby due in only 9 weeks!)

3)      James passed his Pharmacy boards

4)      James started his career as a Pharmacist

5)      One of my best friends got married

6)      We bought a house

7)      We moved into our new house…yes, this deserves it’s own number.

Well, I think that covers it, wait, did I mention we’re having a baby and we bought a house?!  What a blessed and crazy year it has been.  I have learned a lot about myself this year as James and I have really had to pull together as a team to overcome many of the obstacles and daily stresses this year through our way.  When I wasn’t able to eat without throwing up for about 4 months of the year, James was by my side and as patient as any husband could be, all the while studying to pass his boards and working full-time!  I always knew I was blessed to have such a wonderful husband, but this year really taught me to treasure him.  Adjusting to the stress of a new career, moving, preparing ourselves for a baby, and on and on, we are learning to rely on each other and communicate when we need the others help.  I think we’re both starting to understand what it means to have, and be, a true “help mate” to one another.

Besides what James and I have learned about ourselves as a couple, this year, mainly pregnancy, has forced me to face some of my deeply seeded insecurities.  In the beginning of my pregnancy all I could focus on was what I felt I would be lacking as a mother.  The “I’m not enough” mantra kept rolling through my mind, I’m not patient enough, I’m not kind enough, I’m not going to be creative enough, I’m not going to say the right things, I’m not going to be able to be a good mother AND wife AND sister AND daughter AND friend, I’m not as close to the Lord as I think I should be…..and so the train of thought went.  As I started feeling physically better, less vomiting and more eating, I began to realize that I had to deal with all of this negativity and all of these fears and doubts.  I am doing amazing work every day I wake up, I am providing life and health for another beautiful human being, and some days knowing that just had to be enough.  I am not perfect, nor can I hold myself to a standard of perfection, all I can do is try to do a little better every day.  So I go mad at my husband today, I apologize and do better the next day.  I got annoyed in traffic today and swore under my breath at all the people “in my way”, so I ask the Lord to forgive me and help me be a more patient, and less self-centered, person.  What I’ve come to learn, which may be obvious to others, is that I’m not perfect, shocking, I know.  I never will be perfect, but I can do a little better each day with the Lords help.  I don’t need to be a perfect mom, all I can do is give it my all and BE HAPPY about the blessings in my life, instead of seeing them as a burdens which force me to deal with my own shortcomings.  When I mess up there is no reason for me to say “I am a bad person”, instead I should say “what I did was not right”, or “I didn’t do that in the right way”, learn, repent, move on, and do it better next time.

2013 is going to be challenging, we’ve never had a baby before, and we don’t know exactly what we’re in for!  All I know is that this year I am going to focus on all the joy and love that surrounds me each day, and try to give that joy and love to my husband and our beautiful baby girl.  Everything else will figure itself out.

P.S. Sorry to everyone for not sending Christmas cards this year, we were really busy and honestly, wanted to save some money.  If we had sent Christmas cards, we would have used the above picture…so Merry Christmas!  Plus, I figured birth announcements are just around the corner!

I can’t do it alone…

It’s funny how music can so adequately express what we cannot formulate the right words for.  I also find it funny that yet again, a hymn has captured what I’ve been feeling so perfectly.  I’m overwhelmed, I’m tired, I’m scared, I’m excited, and again, I’m tired.  So what is it that brings peace when I feel like my emotions are about to spill over into a full on melt down?  Usually it’s a song I hear on the radio that lifts my spirits, or a hug and kiss from my husband who sees the emotions welling up.  I am only one person, how can I accomplish all I want to accomplish and how can I become the person I want to be for my husband and my daughter?  The answer is, I can’t, at least not on my own, on my own I can do nothing, which is a hard thing for most of us women out there to admit.  We can’t do it on our own.  We have to rely on our husbands, our mothers, our friends, our sisters, and most importantly, the Lord, to help us and lift us up when we are feeling weak and unworthy.  So here’s the hymn that spoke to me this week, and gave me strength when I was feeling tired:

Be Thou my Vision – Words: Dallan Forgail (8th Century)

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Thanksgiving Prayer



With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I find myself meditating on one of my favorite hymns even more than usual.  With everything going on in the world today, it is hard for me to lift my head above the mire of everyday worries and life and remember the beauty of life and creation, the beauty of our lives purpose.  My Thanksgiving prayer is best summed up in the hymn “For the beauty of the earth”.  I am truly blessed and my cup overflows with joy at the though of all the beauty, love, and joy I have found in life.  I pray that you all have a beautiful and blessed Thanksgiving filled with delicious food and beautiful memories, I know I will!

For the Beauty of the Earth

For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, for the love which from our birth, over and around us lies: ‘Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour, of the day and of the night, Hill and vale and tree and flow’r, Sun and Moon and stars of light: ‘Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child. Friends on earth and friends above, For all gentle thoughts and mild: ‘Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

For each perfect gift of Thine, to our race so freely given. Graces human and divine, Flow’rs of earth and buds of heav’n: ‘Lord of all, to Thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.

For thy church that evermore, lifteth holy hands above.  Offering up on every shore, Her pure sacrifice of love: ‘Lord of all, to Thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.

Growing Belly, Growing Emotions


I know that I shouldn’t be worried about my weight right now, but I feel so large.  At my friend’s wedding about three weeks ago everyone kept saying, “oh you’re pregnant, you don’t look like it”.  My response was “oh, well thank you”, but what I’m really thinking is, great, so I just look tubby and bloated, awesome!  In about three weeks I feel like I went from apparently “not looking pregnant” to definitely looking pregnant.  It’s so strange, it’s like one day I looked in the mirror and thought, “oh what was I so worried about, I look great!” to now thinking, “oh crap, I do not want to get bigger”.  Yes, I know I’m overreacting, but cut me some slack, having little to no control over your expanding body is a little unnerving.  I’m fully within my healthy pregnancy weight and my midwife says I’m right on track, but that’s not really any consolation when putting on socks becomes a challenge and your belly button starts looking, well, weird.

On the upside, I can feel our little girl kicking and wiggling away like crazy these days.  Sometimes she wakes me up in the middle of the night because she’s moving so much.  I grow more and more anxious for her arrival every day.  Partly because I’m looking forward to not feeling like I have an alien inside of me, but mostly because I’m excited to meet our little girl!  Have you seen that Carter’s commercial that’s been playing on TV lately?  The one where the little girl is talking about how her mom has always been there for her, then at the end it says, “When a baby is born, so is a mom.”  Wow, talk about a tear jerker, it makes me cry every time I see it. 

I came across this quote today:

“Love doesn’t go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.” – Sarah Strohmeyer, Kindred Spirits

I pray that I can show this beautiful little girl the kind of love that will mold and form her into a loving woman and human being, who can then show others the kind of love that will form and mold them.  In the end that’s all that remains of us on this earth, the love we’ve left behind for others.  This is important for me to remember when I get angry and annoyed by silly things, like extreme hunger pains, an uncomfortable stretching belly, and clothes I can’t wear anymore.  This little girl will teach me to love in a way that I never have before and fulfill one of the most beautiful purposes a woman was created to fulfill.  So I guess I can deal with all of my pregnancy woes knowing what’s waiting for me in just a few months.

Greene’s on the Move


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We did it!  We successfully moved into our new house this weekend!  I still can’t believe we own a home.  Last night we spent the evening with James’ brother and his wife, by the time we headed home it was dark outside.  I couldn’t help but feel so blessed as James and I drove up to our house, with the porch light on and the fall wreath hung, and rolled into the driveway.  It was such a surreal moment.  I remembered what little 10-year-old Havilah thought her life would be like when she was “older” and married, and had a house.  Let me tell you, it’s better than I ever dreamed.  This move was a bit taxing, and definitely a lot of work, but in the end I feel so blessed and comfortable in our new home that I can deal with the stresses of moving and all that goes with it.  We just love our house, and I’m enjoying putting it all together and making it a home, although we’re still living surrounded by boxes, and probably will be for another two weeks or so.  We’ve got a to-do list a mile long and more leaves to rake than we know what to do with, but we love it.  Our house felt like home when we first walked in and I can’t wait to fill it with memories and all the love my heart has to give.

James is loving his “man chores” and has started collecting all of the things he needs to do is “man work”.  On Sunday we took my parents out to breakfast, then my mom and I made a trip to Wal-Mart (got to love the employee discount) while my dad and James headed to Lowes and Home Depot.  James came home with all sorts of handy man necessities, a rake, a ladder, and a snow blower…winter is coming folks and this driveway of our is NO joke.  Speaking of winter, I’m looking forward to being one of those people who you can tell has a garage because their car isn’t all iced up and covered in snow, it’s going to be great!  I also did three loads of laundry yesterday, that’s right, three!  What a joy it was to just walk the laundry down stairs, put it in, and press start.  No more going to the bank or grocery store to get quarters, taking the elevator with a basket stuffed so full you can barely carry it along with the laundry detergent, it really was a glorious feeling.  Sawyer is adapting well to the new place.  The first couple of days he hid under the stairs in the laundry room, but he’s made his way upstairs, is sniffing everything, and being his normal cat self.

James and I have always been homebodies.  We love relaxing with one another in the comfort of our own home.  Don’t get me wrong, we like to go out and hang out with friends, but we find rest and renewal in a quite day or night with one another at home.  As Jane Austen said, “There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort”, and I couldn’t agree more.

Who Are You Little One?


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My Dear Precious Baby,

Evidence of your growth appears a little more each day.  As my clothes get tighter and my tummy keeps expanding, I often find myself day dreaming about who you are.  We don’t know yet if you are a boy or a girl, but will find out in just a few weeks!  I have to tell you everyone is hoping you have red hair, but if you don’t I’ll still love you and we’ll still take you home with us after you’re born.  Everyone is so excited to know more about you and meet you.  Papa Ron is already planning fishing trips, whether you’re a boy or girl, and Nana LeaAnn is buying supplies for your visits already.   Grandma Connie is dreaming of tea parties and pink dresses in hopes you are girl, and Grandpa Jimmy just knows you’re going to be a boy because you’re a Greene, and Greene men produce boys.

You’re dad stares at my stomach in disbelief most days wondering how you’re growing so fast and so big!  I’ve started dreaming of nursery theme’s and color schemes.  Dad and I haven’t picked a name for you yet, he says it’s not worth it until we know if you’re a boy or a girl, don’t tell him, but I’ve already started several lists!  Although, my parents gave me such a beautiful name, I’m really struggling with finding a girl name that I like just as much as my own.  I really do love my name and hope you’ll pass it on to one of your daughters someday.

I’ve also started thinking about all the cleaning that I’m going to become obsessed with once you’re born.  Mainly how clean the floors will need to be once you’re crawling around on them.  Oh I’m sure you’ll eat your fair share of dust and missed Cherrios, but as a new mom I think cleanliness is high on my list…soon to change I’m sure.  I’m just so curious what you’re going to look like.  Will you have a big round head like your dad, or a long narrow face like mine?  Will you be covered in freckles and pale, or inherit papa Ron and aunt Joy’s darker “Moore coloring”?  Mostly, I just can’t wait to hold you in my arms and brag about you.  I know I’ll be one of “those parents” who thinks their kid is just the coolest little person in the world, but would you have it any other way?

I can’t wait to sing to you, I don’t know if you can hear it or not, but I sing to you sometimes now, mostly songs from church.  I can’t wait to show you all the love your dad and I have in our hearts for you.  You’re such a little blessing from the Lord. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” (James 1:17)

I love you little turnip, and know you’re being well looked after and in the best of company while I impatiently wait to meet you.


Your Adoring Mother