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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

A Little Thing Called Essential Oils

Y'all, I'm the biggest skeptic. I'm always the last to get on board with any trend because I think a lot of them are silly or unnecessary or will fizzle out quickly. But then there are those "trends" that come around and intrigue me, so I sit back and watch and learn about them for years before I do anything about it. That was me with essential oils. They piqued my interest from the start. Young Living is no newbie in the world of blogging--most of the bloggers I've followed for years have been using them and advocating for them as long as I can remember. I've always kept them at arm's length--sure, they probably helped them some, but I thought I didn't have the time to dedicate to using and learning about essential oils. I also don't feel like they're as prevalent in my area--I don't know many people who use them in real life, so I was hesitant to believe that they could actually help us day to day.

Then I read a post by an Instagrammer/Jesus-follower who I loved (who I eventually enrolled under) about how the oils have been crucial to her after having 4 kids close together. Her claims about the emotional support that the essential oils bring to her postpartum was enough for me to want to try them. After battling anxiety after having Williams, I was looking for anything to help me with those anxious feelings, insomnia, and stress overall. I'm a huge believer in medication when needed (hello, I'm a nurse!) but with me breastfeeding Williams, I was afraid to take anything that may affect him, too. I was really just looking for a way to introduce wellness into our family, little by little. Essential oils sounded too good to be true, but I prayed hard about whether this was the way the Lord was leading me or not, and He opened wide that door for me and I'm so thankful for it. Young Living is an incredible company that truly values the product they're putting out, because they know we're using them every single day on ourselves, our husbands, and our babies, so they have to be the best of the best. 

I'm only a couple of months into using my oils, but they're already a huge part of our day. I diffuse peppermint, lavender, and lemon every morning to get us awake and alert (and it makes my house smell like a spa!) Stress Away has become my new best friend. I carry a roller of it in my pocket at work for those busy nights, and I roll it on a couple of times a day to keep me grounded and less anxious. Williams gets diluted Thieves on his feet and down his spine to help with immune support, and the R.C. and frankincense were so helpful with his breathing when he had RSV a few weeks ago. And the Lavender before bedtime makes me sleep so soundly, I don't even hear my husband snore anymore. Peppermint is my go-to for headaches now--I don't reach for that bottle of Ibuprofen anymore. I'm telling you, they're so versatile. And there are SO many of them to utilize. I find new ways to incorporate them in our lives every day and it's kind of thrilling to discover new uses.

My husband is still a little doubtful, but I'm bringing him to the oily side little by little. He loves the way the Panaway smells--I catch him with it often! If you're looking for something more when it comes to daily immune support, emotional support, mood support, sleep support, and more, holler at me. Plus, they smell divine. I would love to just chat with you more about how incredible these little oils are. I have no intention of making this a business, I am just a firm believer in finding things that truly work for our family and spreading the love to those around me, so they'll know the goodness too. I love anything that combines my love of people and my love of serving, and I think that these oils are exactly that. Interacting with people while serving them with ways to fill their lives with abundance and wellness, little by little, day by day with oils. Good stuff, y'all. If you try them, I know you'll love them. 

Thursday, January 5, 2017

How 2016 Changed Me

A new year has arrived and it only feels appropriate to look back and reflect on the year behind us. Everywhere I turn, friends have posted about how their 2016 was for them. I've heard about how great some friends' years were, how others were tough years in their lives, and lots of recaps on events throughout the months. Looking back into our 2016, it's easily divided into two parts--before Williams and after him. He was born right in the middle of our year, so the first half was spent preparing and waiting for his birth, and the second half was used to adjust and figure out what our life as a family of 3 looked like. He was our defining moment for 2016. 

I'm painfully aware that the Rachel from March is quite different than the Rachel in December, in good ways and bad, too. Spring Rachel was eager and expectant and naive, Winter Rachel is tired and weary but overjoyed and fulfilled. They always say that a baby completely turns your life upside down, and I was one that agreed with that statement, but silently thought, "Yeah, but this baby will really adjust to our lives, right?" I look back and laugh at the Rachel I was before Williams. 

I wrote the next couple of paragraphs when Williams was around a month old and never got around to finishing the post, much less posting it. But the words are raw and real and the feelings feel too familiar to me, and I wanted to share them, because they tell a lot about my year. 
      Motherhood. All I ever wanted to do in this life, and here I am, drowning. It's been a hard, trying month, if I'm honest with myself. Having a baby with tummy issues and sleep troubles plus a mama with emotions and hormones all over the place doesn't quite add up to the picturesque version of my firstborn's first month on this Earth. Lots of tears have been shed and lots of sleepless nights have gone by. I've prayed some desperate prayers and have had to ask forgiveness more times than I can count for being irrational and angry and sad. I've questioned if God was even listening to me anymore, usually around 2 am, when I feel nothing but alone. 
 Being a mom has brought out the best in me and unfortunately the worst in me, too. I've really struggled with letting go of the vision I had in my head of what motherhood would be like, because it's nothing like what you plan. I've had moments of total clarity when all felt right in our world, when he would rest peacefully and stop crying for an hour. I'd think, "well maybe I do know what I'm doing." But then came the overpowering moments when I felt completely broken and inadequate as a mom. The latter feeling is one of the hardest things I've had to overcome in this life--I've been weary and worn down and sometimes can't see past the day that I'm stuck in. I've wondered why this doesn't come easy to me, why I'm struggling so much. All I've ever wanted in life is to be a mother, but I'm just not cut out for this like I thought I would be. Who knew you could feel so many emotions at the same time? Happiness, helplessness, joy, exhaustion, bliss, sadness, anger--all in the same day, all in the same minute. I guess that's one of the joys that comes with being a mother. All consuming emotions.
Anxiety has taken over my heart these days. And I feel like that's something that people don't tell you about before the baby comes. You're warned that you'll be tired and that the physical recovery will be tough, but it's so much more than that. No one tells you that you're going to worry every second of every day when you bring that sweet little bundle home from the hospital. That your mind never shuts off, never rests, and is constantly thinking of that baby. Is he warm enough? Should I give him formula? Is he going to wake up soon? Why won't he sleep? Why hasn't he pooped? Why won't he stop nursing? Am I enough for him? But with this influx of worry comes love. A deeper love than you knew was possible, but an even greater responsibility than you knew, too. The kind of love that almost feels like it's suffocating you. A heavy kind of love, that fills your heart up but weighs you down at the same time. It consumes you. You'll feel like everything is going wrong. I said to my mom yesterday, "But this wasn't supposed to be how his first weeks shouldn't be this hard." You'll feel buried in this love for that new, sweet baby. How is it possible to feel such joy and such emptiness at the same time? 

Those words shake me to my core, because those feelings are still so familiar. Postpartum anxiety is real and is hard. I think Andrew and I both knew I had it, but were too afraid to really talk about it. But one day, you wake up and everything seems more settled. The fog in your mind seems to have lifted a little bit and you start to feel more like yourself again. You start letting go of the unrealistic expectations you had for your life as a mother, because that just fuels the anxiety you try so hard to get out from under. You start to figure out what works best for your family. Your baby starts to know you and you start to know him--you look at each other and it feels comfortable and familiar and like it's supposed to. Your heart wants to explode because you love him so much. That love seeps into places in your heart that you didn't even know were broken. 

I want to hug that Rachel from July and tell her that it's going to be okay. That the baby WILL sleep eventually. And you'll get to shower regularly and even eat a full meal in peace every now and then. That in 6 months, you won't know what you did before that little baby. That your whole life will revolve around him and it'll be all you ever wanted. That that heavy love will grow you and make you stronger than you knew you could be, until all of the sudden it doesn't feel quite as heavy.

Looking back, I see really wonderful, redeeming moments when I physically felt the Lord's presence around me and around our family, reminding me that even in those dark moments, when anxiety clouded my every move, I was and am still enough for Williams. That the Lord created us for each other, to be what each other needs day in and day out. That the Lord restored me even in the many moments of weakness as a mother, and still rescues me from those depths of sadness or worry or anxiety today.

When I think of 2016, I want to talk about preparing for Williams, my baby shower, and his perfect birth. Or even traveling to Charleston, Nashville, Savannah, or the beach with family; the many weddings and good times with friends. I want those to be our highlights, those to be the things I blog about and boast on--but it's easy to focus only the months of survival with a newborn. The months of anxiety. The hardest days in my life, when all I was trying to do was get to the next day. But thankfully, in the middle of the glorious mess that was the second half of our 2016, all I see is Williams' little face and God reminds me that his life is an answered prayer. How we spent days and nights longing for this life we're living, as difficult as it is some days. So in the high and the low and every other fleeting moment between the two, I'm pouring out thanks for the year that was 2016 in my life, for Williams, and for the redeeming, forgiving, and gracious Lord above who gave him to us and constantly reminds me that even in the darkness, there is light. There is redemption and grace. 

So I'm going into this beautiful, fresh, clean-slated new year with a bigger heart, more love, and maybe some deep scars, but they're healing with every day that passes. I learned a lot in 2016 and grew in ways that I didn't want to grow, but needed to grow. My faith was stretched and tested but the Lord remained faithful even when I didn't. It's safe to say that 2016 was tough, but I wouldn't change a minute of it, because it brought us to where we are right here in this moment. I have big hopes for what this year will bring for me as a mother, as a wife, as a friend, for our family. I know He will keep reminding me that I'm enough for Williams and for Andrew, even when I don't feel it. Here's to 2017 being a year of redemption in my life. I know that the Lord will continue being faithful with every step.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Williams' Nursery Tour

Williams turned 6 months old yesterday, so I figured it was prime time to finally post a few nursery details. His room is easily my favorite room in the house; first, because I dreamed so long of what joy would fill those four walls, and secondly, because it's so calm and cozy. And now, of course, because that sweet baby boy sleeps in there. 

If you didn't know, we didn't find out Williams' gender before he was born. So decorating a nursery posed a bit of a challenge, since I couldn't go the typical pink or blue route. That's one of the questions we got the most when talking about our choice to wait--"But how will you decorate the nursery??" 

My answer was always this: "Honestly, I would've decorated his room the exact same way if we had known girl or boy." I pictured a neutral, classic room. Lots of white, cream, gold, with pastel colored accents. I wanted to use pink or blue with either sex, along with pale green and yellow, also. Classic pieces that could be used for babies in the future. A beautiful iron bed that I had my eyes on for years. And lots of scripture here and there. So it was easy, honestly. I loved every second of decorating his room! It came together effortlessly and quickly.

His hospital door sign from Hi Y'all! Art now hangs on the door to his room. It's so special to us and makes me smile every time I walk into his room.

I knew I wanted to do a gallery wall above his changing table--something fun and beautiful for us to look at during the many diaper changes to come. Each piece has a sweet meaning to us; from the books given to Williams by aunts and cousins, the antique silver that was Andrew's as a child, and the Psalm canvas given to us by his great-grandmother, everything is sentimental and brings a smile to my face. 

I took this photo when Williams was teeny tiny. I feel like that was a lifetime ago! Now he kicks everything off of the end of the changing table! 

The "And Baby Makes Three" piece was the cake topper at my baby shower. Now it sits on the table next to his crib. 

My parents gifted us with our glider last year for Christmas and I'm so glad we chose that one. It's super comfortable and so versatile. I can see us using it for years to come! 

The crib was my big splurge for the room. I had my heart set on this one for a long time and I love it even more in person! I can't wait for all of the Walker babies to sleep in this bed. It's from Bratt Decor and it's absolutely gorgeous!

We have a deep love for all things Hi Y'all! in this house, and his nursery was no exception. I asked Catherine Ann to make him something gender neutral for the nursery, and to include our Bible verse for Williams. The verse has always been my absolute favorite, but it's even more meaningful to me as I say these promises over my sweet little one. 
I love this canvas more than words can say!

We kept a twin bed (of Andrew's from when he was a child) in the room also, in preparation for many sleepless nights. It's one of the most comfortable beds in the house and I love the simple, white bedding with his monogram on the pillows. 

His bookshelf is another one of my favorite pieces--my mom found it at Dirt Cheap for a steal and I think it's perfect in the corner. We love books and love reading to Williams, so it's full of all the good reads our friends and family have given him!

I still have to pinch myself that I have a sweet baby boy to enjoy this space with. He is such a joy to us and these four walls hold a lot of love. 

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The Waiting Days

Our coffee table is filled with pregnancy and breastfeeding books. The laundry room smells like Dreft and there are little folded onesies, burp cloths, and blankets covering the dining room table. The car seat is installed, the camera is charged, and our bags are sitting beside the back door, ready for the big day. Every corner of our house holds something to do with a baby, and here I sit on the couch, full of emotion and expectation, ready yet apprehensive. Our world currently revolves around this baby. Waiting for him or her. Waiting in the between moments, while this babe is already mine, yet not quite here yet. I've been told to soak in these moments. I've been told to make the most of these last few days of just me and my husband. Easier said than done, I'm learning the hard way. But these in between moments are beautiful and necessary, preparing my heart and my body for what's to come and I'm so thankful that the Lord is giving us these sweet, precious days together.

I'll never forget these sacred waiting days.

We're a little over a week away from our due date. Those words strung together make me nervous and so excited all at once--it also makes me wish I could rewind and savor every single moment a little more. And maybe actually post about this pregnancy like the good "blogger" I know I should've been! It's flown by. Even though the days may have been long, the weeks and months were short, and here we are, waiting to meet this little one any day now. I get really sentimental over the little things now--"This could be our last date night with just the two of us!" or "Maybe today is the last day I'll feel these kicks and rolls." And then I get all teary and wish I could stay pregnant forever.

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant like it was yesterday. I remember looking at the "pregnant" on the screen of the test and just staring at it for what seemed like an eternity, because I didn't think it could actually be true. I remember wanting to cry happy tears and yet being so afraid at the same time--we had waited for so many months and prepared, or so I thought, for this moment, and yet, when it actually came, it didn't feel real. I remember blinking over and over, trying to clear my eyes to make sure I was seeing it right. I didn't feel ready for that moment; it was a moment that changed my life forever.

all maternity photos courtesy of the amazing Faison Anne Photography
I sat there and cried. I muttered, "thank you, Jesus," over and over again. Life was forever different, right then and there.

And then I thought about my sweet husband sitting in the next room, unbeknownst to what I was doing in the bathroom right then. His life was about to change too. All I wanted to do was tell him he was going to be a dad--scream it from the rooftop. Finally, it said "pregnant" and that prayer we had been praying had finally been answered. I remember thinking, "Whew, now I can relax and just enjoy this journey--the worrying is over!" I laugh at that sentiment now. Life changed then and there. Little did I know that the worry was really just beginning!

This sweet babe will be here any day now, and I have equally strong emotions of wanting to meet him/her and yet still wanting to savor these days with the babe on the inside. I know I'll soon be missing this belly and feeling that sweet, sacred bond between the two of us with the many movements I feel throughout our days. But oh, how ready I am to call this baby by name. To hold him or her and kiss all over that sweet face. To tell him or her how loved he or she is and how much his/her Mama and Daddy prayed for him/her. To see Andrew hold our baby for the first time. My heart aches in the best way for those moments.

This pregnancy has been such a blessing. Throughout the pregnancy, there were days when I would forget that I was pregnant until a little kick or roll on the inside startles me and reminds me that there's a baby in there--that's how great I felt for the most part. I can't complain about a thing and thank the Lord for that every morning. These last few weeks have been filled with aches and pains and weird symptoms, but I just know that those things are my body getting ready to bring this baby into the world, and I'm thankful for those aches.

Up until the past few weeks, pregnancy has been good to me. My blood pressure has caused us a little trouble recently, so we've been sitting on go if it ever became an issue big enough to be hospitalized. Thankfully, with some rest and relaxation, we've kept it under control and kept this baby growing inside of me for 3 extra weeks. Even in those moments of uncertainty, I just prayed for the Lord's will to be done, but really, I only wanted this baby to stay inside and keep growing, to give me just a little more time to ready myself and our house before this baby came.

My Labor and Delivery mind immediately went into all the things that could go wrong when we started talking early induction for my blood pressure. I tweeted the other day that a first time soon-to-be mom has anxiety like no other, but a first time mom who is a Labor and Delivery nurse is on another level. And it's so true. I do this for a living. I watch babies be born every day and know what can happen, good or bad and everything in between. I have such an awesome insight into what to expect on delivery day but I have absolutely no control over it. It's a blessing and a curse, all rolled into one. I'm a big picture kind of girl but I'm learning how to embrace the little glimpses of the plan, too, and trust that the Lord has it all in His hands.

More than ever, I've learned to really depend on the Lord. To turn over my worries every morning and every afternoon and every evening because He and only He can sustain me and redeem me and make my fears go away. When I dwell in the things that could go wrong, all I'm doing is giving satan a stronghold into my heart. I'm keeping myself from drawing nearer to the Lord. He's been teaching me a lot about what abundant life really means and it's been a game changer. I'm carrying life within me and what a time to dwell on abundance, am I right? It's easy to let fear creep in and take over, because there is so much to be fearful of. But what joy is there in that? Why is that what we cling to first? What am I gaining from living with a spirit of timidity?

I'm not gaining a thing. I'm missing all the little things the Lord is trying to bless me with in these days before baby. The kicks, the rolls, the big belly. The bittersweet aches and pains that mean labor is getting closer. The way Andrew looks at my stomach and beams with happiness. The sweet friends checking in on me and serving me in these days before delivery. His goodness is all around me and I love that He gives me the power to choose to see that, instead of letting fear take over. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing.

My biggest prayer right now is that He be glorified with this baby's birth. I have these grand plans of how our delivery will go, but my medical mind knows that it never happens the way you plan it, so I just pray that He will be present and be at the center of that sweet moment. That my heart be prepared for what that day will hold. That my goal be a healthy baby, not a perfect delivery. It thrills my soul to know that He already has Biscuit's birth day picked out and has already laid out every moment of that day. It will be perfect and we are so ready.

There will be hard days. There will be days filled with nothing but sweetness. And there will be mundane days in the middle. I'm ready for all of the above, I think. Whenever you're ready, little one. We can't wait to meet you! Until then, we'll keep savoring these waiting days.

Monday, January 18, 2016

The Story of You: Announcing Baby Walker

Every time I sit down to write this post, I start crying and end up having to stop. It's happened more times than I'd like to admit, because it's still just so surreal to me that I'm going to be a mom. But, it's one of those stories that I can't help but write, to get out there, to share our story, because it's such a beautiful, blessed season in our life. It's one of those stories that I don't know where to start, because it's been a part of me for so long. 

I'll be 19 weeks on Thursday, which is prime time to start blogging about the journey, right? Better late than never, I say! 2015 was a bittersweet year for us as a couple--we spent the end of 2014 and the first few months of 2015 hopeful and excited that the Lord was leading us to starting our family. Andrew and I have always known that we were born to be parents; it was one of the first things that attracted me to him. I could tell he would be an incredible father, and he said the same thing about me becoming a mother. It was never an "if" we have kids for us, it was always just a "when." We started praying early on that the Lord would bless us with children--whether they be biological or adopted, we didn't care. We just knew we wanted kids and as many as the Lord would bless us with.

A few months into the "trying" part of starting a family, we realized that it wasn't going to be as easy as we thought it would be. Naive, maybe, but I never expected to struggle with getting pregnant. My medical mind continuously reminded my heart that this was normal and that it often takes a while to conceive, but my heart wasn't accepting that. We continued to try and pray and beg the Lord for His will to be done for us, but month after month, the answer was still no. And my heart hurt. I wanted to badly to still praise His name in the waiting, but I really struggled with it. I spent the summer wrestling with why this was happening and trying to continue to seek Him in that time, even when I was bitter and heartbroken that I still wasn't pregnant. 

I had friends in that time who spoke more love and truth into my heart than I could've ever imagined, and looking back, I know that was just God providing and preparing me for what was to come. That was one of His many provisions over me during those days. I am so thankful for those women, some in the same season as me, some with kids of their own, and some in the process of adopting. It was a beautiful, glorious picture of God's grace to see all of our stories woven together. I wouldn't change that for anything. 

The end of summer came with yet another negative pregnancy test, and after talking with a couple of my OBs at work, Andrew and I decided it was time to seek out a doctor's help. Infertility isn't diagnosed until after a year of actively trying to conceive, so at month 10 of our process, we weren't quite in that category yet, but in my heart, I knew something wasn't right. I had ultrasounds done and blood work drawn, and everything checked out fine. Which was reassuring, of course, but at the end of the day, we still weren't pregnant. Another round of blood work later, it was determined that some of my hormones during ovulation were low, so finally, there was a possible reason for no baby. A couple of months passed, and with the help of medication, my levels were normal again and my OB said he felt hopeful for that month to be the month of baby. It felt so great to hear those words, but of course, I was still doubtful. That doubt crept into my heart and really plagued those days.

I so vividly remember a night at work when we had no mamas and babies. I was sitting in the breakroom eating my lunch and reading "Every Bitter Thing is Sweet" by Sara Hagerty. There's a part of the book that I knew was written just for me to read. Sara is questioning God, "What if I pray, seek, and ask and you don't heal me?" She then says, "He answered with a dream for me that is far beyond what I'd whittled down for myself." God spoke so clearly to me in that time; He said, "Rachel, what if I don't give you a baby? Am I enough? Is having ME and only Me enough for you?" I can't say it's the first time I've cried at work, but it's definitely the hardest I've cried. I knew in my heart then that the Lord had me in the palm of His hand and I needed to stop worrying over every detail. My whole perspective shifted and my focus was on Him and glorifying Him through my trials instead of dwelling on my trials themselves. It didn't fix everything but joy was my song from then on. 

About a week later, it was supposed to be that time of the month, and of course, it was in the back of my mind every second of that day. I had no pregnancy symptoms, but knew there was a pregnancy test in the bottom drawer of my bathroom. I decided to bite the bullet and take one before work one night. Clearly expecting a negative, I went ahead and got in the shower after taking it and left it sitting there for a while. I came back to it and saw a big, clear PREGNANT. I stood there in shock for no telling how long. I always planned to tell Andrew in a cute way, but in that moment, all I could do was grab the test and run to him, with tears in my eyes. 

It was absolutely surreal, the best moment of my life so far! We turned on "Good, Good Father" and danced in the kitchen and I'm fairly certain I cried some more. I don't think we stopped smiling for at least a week. That joy was written all over our faces! I spent a small fortune on pregnancy tests and took probably 8 more before we went for our first OB appointment--I just needed to keep seeing that positive test! That sweet, sweet positive. 

How did you announce? I immediately FaceTimed my sister (who burst into tears, by the way!) and then called my best friend. I couldn't hold it in for another second--I had to at least tell the two of them. We told our families after our first doctor's appointment and shared with our close friends a few weeks later. The more people praying, the better, in my opinion! I was too thrilled not to share with those people who had been praying for baby Walker since the beginning. We bought our two nieces "big cousin" shirts to tell our families. My niece wore hers over to my parent's house for dinner one night and surprised everyone! Andrew's sister opened their onesie for our niece born in December in front of that side of the family. It was so fun to see people's reactions. My best friends all got watercolor cards that said "Only the best friends get promoted to aunt! We're having a baby!" It was perfect and simple and what I always imagined. Everyone was so surprised and so excited and it just thrilled my heart to have the people we love the most as joyful about this new little life as we were. I wish I had taken more photos of us telling our people, but I was way too in the moment to care! 

When is Baby Walker's due date? So, we're due June 16, 2016. Yep, 6/16/16. What a fun due date, right? I'm 18 weeks and 4 days today, so almost halfway! I can't wait to feel this little one moving inside of me!

How have I been feeling? Honestly, I've had the easiest pregnancy so far. There are days when I forget I'm pregnant and realize it all over again, it's been so easy. I know, I'm lucky. I had a few moments of nausea in the first trimester but never got sick a single time. The only symptom I've really had is just fatigue, but I don't think me working the night shift helps that at all. I have random aches and pains after working 12 hours on my feet, but I think that's to be expected, too! I am so thankful for how easy it's been and pray that the second half is just as great!

Do you know the sex? We aren't finding out if it's a boy or girl until delivery! Yes, I know we're crazy--we get that reaction from every.single.person who asks us. Andrew and I decided early on in dating that when we had kids, we would wait to find out the sex. And now, after having been a L&D nurse for this long, they're my favorite deliveries. There's just something thrilling about the parents not's the only time in our lives that we'll truly be surprised. Plus, we're just thankful there's a baby growing in me! Boy or girl, we'll be just as thrilled.

Any gender guesses? Andrew thinks boy and I have no idea. I thought boy at first, but now I'm super undecided. I've had all kinds of friends tell me it's a girl. So who knows! Just praying for a healthy little baby!

Will I keep working? Definitely for as long as I can through the pregnancy. Planning on working up until this baby arrives! I know night shift + 12 hour shifts won't be easy, but I also know it's possible! I'm praying that the Lord will provide a way for me to go back part-time after baby comes, because I do love my job so much. 

Sleep? Maternity clothes? Cravings? I'm still sleeping pretty well. Just waking up for a bathroom break every few hours! My sister let me borrow her Snoodle and it's the best thing ever. I've made the big switch over to maternity jeans because my normal ones were just a little too snug. I'm telling you, those and maternity leggings are sent from heaven. Cravings? All things salty. I've rarely wanted anything sweet! Salty, savory, and sour are my go-to foods! 

What I'm looking forward to Feeling little baby move, for sure! I've had a couple of flutters but am not sure if it's the baby or me just imagining it. We had our anatomy scan last week and saw him/her moving around like crazy! I love, love, love hearing that heartbeat. Best sound in the world! Oh, and my sweet sister has started planning my baby shower and I'm so looking forward to that, too! I've dreamed of that day for so long, almost more than my own wedding. I can't wait to have the women I love in one room, celebrating this sweet, precious life! Makes me tear up just thinking about it. 

I can't guarantee I'll be posting weekly bumpdates, but I'll definitely be writing and posting from time to time, just to keep all these sweet memories written down to remember in the days to come! 

Baby Walker, you are so loved and have already been prayed for more than you'll ever imagine. We can't wait to be your parents!