The Question

I was going to write about "the question" a while back, but never got around to it. I figured it was "the question" I would always have to deal with being pregnant and then once our sweet little Andrew arrives. However, for some reason "the question" has come up in conversation more than I would like these last few weeks. Yes, I understand I will always answer "the question" depending on my mood or what might keep the conversation going or have the conversation end. Mostly I like when people just say cool, and move on. However, lately "the question" has interested people (complete strangers) to keep digging.

"The Question" as I call it, that leads into a journal of questions is...... "Is this your first child?"

Which leads me into this type of conversation with a complete stranger.

Me: "No its my 2nd child."

Stranger: Oh, do you know what you're having?

Me: Yes, a boy!

Stranger: What is your first child?

Me: A boy!

Stranger: Oh you are destine to have all boys. So will you try for a girl one day?

Me: I guess. We might, trying to have this baby boy first.

Stranger: So how old is your first child? And aren't you glad you don't have to go through the summer heat pregnant.

Ok, this is the part that makes me want to get up and walk away, but I know people are just trying to be nice. Most of the time the conversation will end with me saying its a boy and yes, we are excited to have 2 baby boys. But when the person continues to ask questions, I've found that its just easier to keep them thinking that Austin is still here. I'm not necessarily lying, but it keeps the smiles and not the reaction of oh my gosh I'm so sorry.

I really wish people wouldn't be so damn noisy. I'm not afraid to tell my story of Austin, it actually brings a lot of joy to me to talk about him. But for some reason, people feel the need to keep pushing, when they should just shut-up.

I had a lady at the beach a few weeks back, talk about what happens while you're in labor. She was going on and on and on, and I tried to keep the conversation flowing the best I could without her asking me the dreaded questions. Then she asked how big my first child was today, that's when I had to tell her, I lost my first child at 3 months. Of course the look on her face was like she had saw a ghost. She teared up and walked away. She assumed that this was my first child from the start and continued to dig the hole deeper and deeper with her conversation. She even said at one time, "you just gotta push that baby out and they will be there for you to hug and kiss forever." I know she meant well, but I wish she had just left the whole situation alone.

Oh the joy of complete strangers asking innocent questions. Kind of like the saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover." People need not to assume, everyone has the same happily ever after.

KELLIE

Thinking

I'm up pretty late tonight. Actually its 12:38am, so I guess its early morning to some people. I have a lot on my mind. Just thinking of the next few weeks that will lead us to meeting our new little baby boy. We've got his name finally. Andrew David Brumble is expected to arrive on May 27th, 2011. I say all the time I'm ready for him to make his appearance, but deep down I know I'm scared to death. I've begun to think about his older brother Austin more and more these last few weeks. My father-in-law and I had a long conversation tonight about little Austin and how we still don't understand why he was taken away from us so soon. I can tell the anxiety in everyone is starting to kick in. We are all nervous, scared, and excited at the same time. I know Andrew is going to bring that sunshine back into our lives that we lost when Austin passed away. However, we all are human, and to say no one is scared to death would be an understatement. How long will Andrew be with us? How long is God's plan for our family to be together? These are just a few of the questions that run through my mind continuously everyday. I'm scared to death of what the future holds. All I can do is pray that God allows me a smooth and healthy delivery. I know I have to put it all in HIS hands, and I do, but I'm not gonna say that I'm not scared.

KELLIE

Well into the third tri-mester

Sweet little Boy! Look at those Brumble Cheeks.

Getting bigger!

Its been a while since I've had a chance to blog. Life is moving in fastward. Between working, coaching volleyball, and moving into the rental house, this little mama has been extra busy. No time to be tired, things have to be done. And for all of you that know me, I have to do it my way without asking for help, because that's just my strong personality. My motto has always been, "If you want it done and done right, just do it yourself."

However.......the hardest part for me these last few weeks, is hat I've had to ask people to help me. This baby boy has been talking to me and letting me know he is ready to make his way into the world. I need him to stay put for at least 2 more weeks. I'm understanding more and more why I like things done my way...... People are unpredictable. One minute they can help, and the next minute something else has them being pulled away. I understand we all have life challenges and things come up, but if you tell someone you'll do something, then do it. It's more frustrating when you don't and the person has to keep asking you over and over again. I like to GET IT DONE and be done with it. Life is a lot less stressful when things GET DONE!

Oh well, guess this is God's way of telling me to SLOOOOOOW DOWN and take it day-to-day. Guess I better listen.

I'm 35 weeks and counting. Ready to meet our little baby boy. As we call him, "Mr. Brumble." We've narrowed our name selection down, now its just a matter of making sure we are happy with what we've picked out. Not much longer..... 5 weeks to go! :)

KELLIE

28 weeks

I have finally approached the 3rd Tri-mester. Baby boy is growing leaps and bounds, and so is my figure. My appetite has gotten bigger and I'm seeing my clothes start to get tighter. Yes, I know its all suppose to happen this way, but I'm a crazy health nut and love a good long intense workout. However, with all the belly growth, pulling of muscles in the lower abdominal, braxton-hicks contractions, and sciatic pain, I'm having to turn the intensity level down and listen to my body. So, now my exercise workouts consist of slow walks and light weights. Boring I know, but only 12 weeks to go before we meet Little Boy Brumble and then a few weeks of recovery, and its back to my regular hi-intensity runs/walks. And I can not wait, because it will all be done with my sweet little boy. One of the few little things he will get to experience with me, that his older brother Austin got to do too. Mommy and her boys! Angel in my heart, new little buddy in my belly. Come on May 27th I'm ready!

KELLIE