19 Week Bumpdate

How far along? 19 weeks (really 19.5)

What I'm craving?: Still want chocolate milk on the regular.

Funny/Memorable Story Of The Week: Finding out the baby’s gender.  I had my husband, Peyton and my best friend Sarah in the room the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.  So fun to have them all involved.  And Peyton thought it was so neat to see the baby on the screen!

Weight Gain: 16lbs

Doctor Appointments: Normal quick check-up, one gender ultrasound, then the anatomy scan and another quick check-up.  And I’m a full moon again because as soon as I stepped through the door of the office my midwife rushed to the hospital for a delivery.  Though I didn’t have to wait long for her return and we had the anatomy scan first to fill up time. 

Work-Out Regimen: Keeping up with my 3 year old, does that count?

What's Going On With Momma?:  I FINALLY am over morning(all day) sickness.  Been vomit free for 3 weeks now, though I still get queasy each day for a bit it’s nothing compared to what I was going through.

Boy or Girl:  The baby was cooperative and we are having A BOY!  It’s a dream come true…because if I’m being honest I always dreamed of having one of each.  Though, I always saw myself as a mother of two girls I couldn’t be more happy we are having a boy.  Of course my husband is ecstatic!  And my mother-in-law and cousins dreams were right on point.  (I’m signing my MIL up for the Psychic Network by the way ha!)

Sleep:  Awful…I’m exhausted and preg-somnia has set in.

Movement: Goodness gracious does this baby move!  He is head down, which never happened with Peyton she was always breech, and I feel so much more movement with him.  I even felt him turn head down.  So here’s hoping he can stay that way and we can have a VBAC.  He is becoming more active at different times during the day so I’m hoping the trend continues and he sleeps good at night because I never feel him when I get up, and he hasn’t woke me up yet. 

What I Miss:  Sleeping on my stomach and being able to walk a ways without getting short of breath.

What I'm Looking Forward To: Decorating the nursery.  But before that of course CHRISTMAS!!

How Baby’s Growing: 10oz according to the anatomy scan.  He is measuring and looking perfect.  Everything is where it’s supposed to be, in working order, and that makes me more relieved than anything.    Gender is one thing but knowing the baby is healthy warms this momma’s heart.  Because I stress over that until that day. 

The Big Sister: Getting used the idea that yes the baby is a boy and she will have a brother.  Also, learning his name.  Right now we are consumed with everything Christmas, and I love it.  She is following in my footsteps and adoring it as much as me!

Big Changes

I live in Southeastern Virginia, before you get to the traffic hazard that is Hampton Roads area.  We are rural – country.  Actually, I live on a farm, a farmer’s daughter.  I was born and raised on this farm just as my dad was, and his dad, and his dad before him.  It’s been in our family for more than 100yrs and is registered as a Century Farm.  You can kinda say I’m attached to this land, to this place.  “There’s No Place Like Home” a quote from my all-time favorite movie has no truer meaning than for this place here in small town USA, what we call Cedar Lawn Farms.

My husband and I built our cozy little home at the back of one of my dad’s fields.  In our simpleton mind, we have the life.  A house you can’t see from the road, acres and acres of woods around us to hunt (for my husband’s sake), and a little pond down our lane that when we stock it back, our children will fish in during summer break.  My grandparent’s house is a row of trees and a field over, and beyond that is another row of trees and a field then my parent’s house.  Yes two minuets are all it takes to get to my childhood home. 

My dad farms cotton, wheat and soy beans.  He has fields all down our road and around on the next country block.  Even on the highway that runs through the small town that our farm is outside of.  And that highway gets me to the point of this post.

VDOT has decided that they need a faster way to transport cargo from Richmond to the ports in Portsmouth.  Going down the existing highway called Rt. 460 just isn’t fast enough.  Because scattered all along this highway which stretches from Blacksburg to Suffolk (across the whole state) are small towns with stop lights.  And you know stopping for a stop light every 60miles is such a hassle for truck drivers. 

So VDOT has, with influence from the manufactures that are shipping this cargo, put into effect to create a whole new Rt. 460.  One only for cargo trucks and tractor trailers, to bypass the small towns only to have the cargo arrive, here it is, HALF A DAY sooner than it was before.  HALF A DAY!, or a whole day depending.  Also, truckers will have to pay a toll, a mandatory toll because they have to use this new highway or be fined, each way…out of their pockets in hopes to get reimbursed (or given a stipend beforehand).  Virginia does not have the money to build this highway or the man power so they have contracted this work out to a private company and hence the toll. 

There will only be interchanges every so often and regular traffic will be prohibited from taking this road unless there are certain conditions that I can’t remember. 

Building a new highway means taking private land and claiming imminent domain.  Well that folks is what’s happening to part of our farm.  The new 460 is passing right through our farm.  In fact it will be taking the house I grew up in, my parent’s house.  That’s how close I will now have a highway to me and my cozy little paradise.  And not only will they take the house but the grain bins, shelters and old peanut drying shelter.  Of course the state will have to pay my dad big bucks for all of this because it is affecting his living, takes away acreage that produces our family’s means.  But who cares about money when you are talking about family?!

Luckily, my grandparent’s house (big, beautiful pre-Civil War plantation-esque house) will not be affected.  Both of my grandparents have passed and the house was left to my dad, so they will be remolding (since the electrical wiring is so old and it needs a face-lift) and moving there.  I thank God that that house and fence and red barns will still be there.  But it breaks my heart that my kids won’t really know my childhood home, and that I won’t be able to go “back home”.

This process started in 2004.  Archeologists came looking for anything that could prohibit building there: Native American burial grounds, endangered animals, precious rock, etc.  But found nothing.  It doesn’t matter that a cemetery behind my parent’s house, where relatives from over 200yrs ago are buried, will be dug up and moved.  The state doesn’t care about that. 

I am so angry.  And I am so sad.  I have been mad about this since they first announced the proposal.  I do not understand why they need a service road just for cargo, when the outcome does not produce that big of a difference time-wise.  Why are we a world that has to have things in a split second?  Why can’t we just slow down?  I believe America and the world would be a better place if we just took time to take life in.  But yet this is all in the name of progress.

I could just scream.

Construction starts December 2014.  I have two years to cherish everything that is Cedar Lawn Farms right now.

Pregnant with Peyton: The progression of a bump

I wanted to post pictures of me pregnant the first time with Peyton.  They aren't they best.  And I look so young!  But here they are...

16 weeks

18 weeks

21 weeks

23 weeks

25 weeks

28 weeks

30 weeks

32 weeks

34 weeks

37 weeks

39 weeks, 4 days before she was born

I hope to have a post like this for Baby Holt #2!!