A Wife Loved Like The Church

I have made it almost a month without a single post. Nothing that exciting (or exciting enough to write on a blog) seems to be happening right now. But never fear, I’m sure my life will be filled with enough sleepless nights and poopfilled drama to keep you all entertained come winter.

This last weekend, Jonathan and I celebrated Anniversary Extravaganza 2007! I had Monday and Tuesday off, because we were planning a trip out of town that fell through. So we took Sunday and my two vacation days to spend together. I’ve come to the conclusion that I enjoy having vacation at home much more than going some place. We were never rushed, and really the only concern we had was how long to stay at the pool before we went out to dinner.

Well, to give a play by play synopsis of our AE ’07, here goes:

Sunday: Jonathan got this book “Oddball Iowa” from Chris Biang a few months back. We’ve never really looked through it, but gave it a whirl. We drove to Dyersville to visit the Field of Dreams. Luck for us, the last Sunday of every summer month the “Ghost Players” come out of the field and have a little show. We made it just in time to see some really old men (some have been doing this since the movie came out in 1989) pop out of the corn. It was fun, and something completely different from what I imagined. For some reason, I really thought they’d be like baseball players, but they just had some beer guts and threw the ball to little kids. All the same, we agreed with when Baby Dubya is older, we’ll have to take her.

Afterwards, we drove to Dubuque and took Jack to PetSmart. Then took a scenic drive down the Mississippi before heading home.

Monday: We got up kinda late and headed over to the Mall for Chick-Fil-A’s breakfast chicken biscuit (yummy!), and cruised around the mall for a few hours. Of course, we found ourselves (like always) at Barnes and Noble. Around noon we went to see The Simpsons. Oh man, this was a funny, funny movie. However, if you go see it, keep in mind that it’s a movie and doesn’t have the same censorship as T.V. All the same, it was pretty entertaining. Then off to home we went, for a nice long nap (for me!) while Jonathan put up the mini blinds in our dining area. When I woke up, I was way excited to see the blinds (as this has been something I’ve wanted done for a long, long time!), and I was floored to see that my wonderful hubby bought be 24 red roses (1 rose for every month we’ve been married). 🙂 Man, they are simply gorgeous.

We spent the late afternoon at the Coralville pool (note to self: pool, bathing suit and large crowds does nothing for yourself esteem when you’re pregnant). Jonathan feel in love with the big slides, and I was rather dissapointed that I couldn’t go down them. One of the best parts of pools is when they have water slides. 😦 But oh well, maybe next summer.

Tuesday: We built some shelves in the garage, went downtown for some personal time with God, then watched a movie while we ate dinner. Last night we did a major overhaul in our garden.

**Random side note: Does anyone else have massively overgrown tomatoes?! Seriously, our tomato plants have vines that are 6+ feet long. I’m not even kidding. We had to cut them out of their fencing, buy some trelice and cut off a ton of vines. They have gotten so long they are taking over. I know it’s good and all, but man, the plants are dying because they’re too heavy. We ended up throwing away a lot of fruit because they were rotting. Bummer. But all I think we’ll still get a good group before the the end of the season.

**Random side note #2: Wilson’s Orchard opens today. In fact, I even had a dream about it last night. It was a weird dream, so I’ll spare you the details, but still, I’m way happy for some pick your own apples. Jonathan and I might try to go this weekend to get some apples for dessert on Monday.

Well, hopefully something really fun and blog worthy will happen this month so I can actually have something fun to write about.

But so funny!

I just had to post some old school pictures of the wild Sarah Atwood, turned Sarah Windham. And it makes me wondering if Daughter Windham stands any chance of being “normal” with a mom like me and a dad like Jonathan.

we’re having a girl!!

Oh, wow! Oh, wow! Oh, wow! I can’t begin to say how thrilled I am to being having a daughter. 🙂

God is so amazing, and I can’t even begin to describe the experience of seeing my baby’s picture. To see her arms, legs, feet, hands and even her heart! Whoa! So cool. It just reaffirms how great our Creator is, and how He literally knits us in our mother’s womb. I know that my daughter is going to be beautiful, and while she is a make up of our DNA, I know that she isn’t made in our image, but the image of her Heavenly Father who loved her before even I was born.

We have pictures from the ultrasound, and I promise I will post them, we just have to scan them first. And just to prepare you, she is a beautiful baby… and she has some of the cutest feet ever. 😉

Alrighty, now is crunch time.

After you vote, be sure to add your name to the comments so that I know who voted for which one. Good luck! 🙂

Ever seen a picture of a really old couple, and they suspiciously resemble a brother and sister rather than a man and his wife?

Or when you see a dog, whose owner oddly enough looks very much like them? Which can be terrifying when the dog is say a chihuahua or shi-tzu.

People say that with time you come to look like your spouse, or even pet. Well, ever since Jonathan and I got married I’ve been of the school of thought that we will never really resemble one another. Let’s face it, Jonathan has a natural tan that last year round. I look like I just took a bath in flour, my skin is so white. But one thing that I have noticed is that while we may never look alike, we will by all means act much too alike.

Until I met Jonathan I was not one for televised sports. Sure, I watched the Superbowl, but only because I lived at home with two sports fanatics for parents. And yes, there were the soccer games I watched in high school, but truthfully it is so much more fun to play then to watch, so shortly after my soccer career ended so too did my interest in seeing the games on tv.

Then along came the Spurs. When I moved to San Antonio I thought spurs where those things cowboys wore to make the horses hate them. As it turns out, Spurs are actually a NBA team. Wow. I had no idea. And so I spent my first 3 years in Texas totally oblivious to the ends and outs of Spurdom.

And then in late spring (or for Texas middle of summer) 2003 the Spurs won the Championship. For weeks prior to their win I found myself glued to the television with baited breath crossing every movable body part hoping beyond hope that the Spurs beat this team or that team to finally receive a nice little gold cup with a basketball on top and some cool looking rings. Now I admit, I didn’t act this way because I just loved the Spurs. I did it because I loved Jonathan. With each advance Jonathan became more and more excited. He acted as though he himself was on the team. And I being the good girlfriend drilled him with question after question in an attempt to familiarize myself with the players, their stats and where they fell on his I-like-them-this-much meter. By the end of the finals I could rattle off facts about each player and give you a run down of why their competitors didn’t stand a chance.

Once 2005 rolled around and the Spurs were looking like champions once again, I could have cared less. You see, NBA finals fall into a very dangerous time, wedding time. So when the Spurs were sucking my fiance away from me during crucial wedding plan season, I was less than thrilled. Again I hoped beyond all hope that they would win. Not because I wanted them to win, or even because it made Jonathan happy. It all boiled down to not wanting a mopey fiance a month before my wedding. We needed to be perky and happy, and if we were to pull off a wedding in San Antonio, well it seemed that if the Spurs lost Jonathan wouldn’t be the only mopey person I was going to encounter.

Fast forward to 2007. The Spurs have yet again, for the 4th time in 7 years, made it to the last final game. Tonight could well be their championship night. Over the last few months I have been keeping track of who they’re playing, who they’ve beat and who has beaten them. And now, with no true distractions around, I’ve found myself becoming a die hard Spurs fan. I can still rattle off some stats, but not from asking Jonathan questions after question, but from actually doing the research myself. I really want them to win. Not because I want it for Jonathan, but because, for once, I really want my team to win.

I’m gonna have a contest. A baby gender guessing contest. Jonathan and I will hopefully find out ourselves at the end of this month, but we’re not sure yet if we will share it with the world. So you can start placing your bets now and maybe through November (if we keep it a secret that long!). Although, Jonathan did say that Leah will figure it out without anyone telling her because (and I quote) “she’s just good like that”. Hahaha!

So far we have:

1. Leah – girl
2. Matt – boy
3. Alicia – boy
4. The baby’s daddy – boy
5. Stranger at a garage sale – boy

(Looks like you’re getting out numbered Leah!!)

Let me know your guesses (if you dare go on record) and I’ll post them later.

We went back to the doctor last week to check up on Baby Dubya. All seems to be going smoothly and by the end of this month we should know if the Windhams are expecting a boy or girl.

While we were at our visit, the doctor said that I should aim to gain about 5 pounds before my next visit. I’m thinking this might not be a problem at all. So far I can’t go 2 hours without eating. I feel like I am starving all the time. Last night I tried to have a large (for me) dinner as a means to not have my late night snack fest. It didn’t help. On top of the heapful of portions I had at church, by the time I got home I was a ravenous beast. I suppose I am making up for not eating through out April and the first part of May. Today I packed a large lunch, but am looking at the dwindling items left and wondering if I’m going to make it another 3+ hours off of two granola bars and an apple. Not looking good….

And for those of you who might be wondering, I’m not consuming thousands of more calories, I promise. I’m eating more, but keeping in mind to eat lots of good-for-you foods rather than junk. Although, cheetos sound really good right now.

This weekend I went with Leah and Cindy to the Solon city wide garage sale. Now, I am not usually one for garage sales, but man I loved this one! Of course, I wouldn’t have walked away with such good deals had Leah and Cindy not been there to help out. But I am proud to say that I made out like a bandit. Baby Dubya’s dresser is getting full. Oh, and the best prize of the day was my new Boppy. Ah, yes, it’s the little things in life that make us so happy.

In the world of baby incubating, I like food again. This is a major plus. And my fondness for pickles seems to be at an all time high, with me eating about 2-3 pickles a day. I best slow down before the baby turns green. Although, when I was ten I spent the whole summer eating pickles and bologna sandwiches. My dad promised me I would turn into a pickle if I didn’t watch out… it never happened. So hopefully Baby Dubya is in the clear.

Also, in the world of baby incubating, I wish I could sleep forever. I realize that I am producing another human being, but shesh, I didn’t realize it would make me so tired. Of course it doesn’t help that I have yet to make it to bed before 11 in the last two weeks, but still. I’ve perfected my napping over the lunch hour and spent last weekend sleeping more than being awake. And when I say that I am looking forward to a 3-day weekend, it’s not because I have some fabulous plans that will rock the world, but because I have one more day to take a 2 hour nap. Hmmm, that sounds so good right about now…

In other random Windham news, Jack has an eye infection. The poor puppy’s right eye is swollen and draining some nastiness. Our vet gave him some drops and says it should clear up soon. The weirdest part of it all, Jonathan and I both are having problems with our right eyes. Maybe it’s sympathy pains, or maybe some aliens came in the night and infected each of us, but either way we’re all walking around with one eye closed. Bummer.

We did it. We got the van.