yellowbug says:

Well, there is a LOT of excitement in the Fraley-Nowacek household this week! If you haven't seen on Facebook, we are having a BOY!!!! There is a fine line Matt & I traversed for the first 17 weeks of pregnancy. We love the idea of our firstborn being a boy. Leader of the siblings; that kind of thing. Matt is also the last boy on both the Fraley & Nowacek side to carry on his name. He does have one other male cousin. He's a neurosurgeon. I don't think neurosurgeons have kids. At least they don't on The Black Box. Grey's Anatomy proves me wrong... Anyway! We talked to each other about how much we wanted a boy, and when people would ask, we would say, "We just really need some boys in the family with 7 nieces and only 2 nephews." When we did the sonogram 2 weeks ago, we saw the baby's features for the first time. It was amazing! To see this human being stretching and kicking inside of you. Their little heart bea

I had a pretty uneventful couple weeks in the realm of people saying weird things to me. Until yesterday. A cranky, old neighbor of ours came into the office yesterday. He has come in SEVERAL times lately because,  in his own words, "he's developed a crush on me." He's 86, mind you, married, with children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Whatever. So, he comes in yesterday and comments on how I still look pretty good. OK, we're doing OK. "You only gained about 3 lbs. in the last 2 weeks." Getting weirder. "Can I be honest with you?" By all means. "Your abdomen is getting bigger, but your boobs are getting smaller." Of course, at this point I'm just flabbergasted. Several thoughts run through my head. One being what I blurted out, "That's not even true!" The second being: An 86-year-old man has noticed the size of my boobs. The third being, once again, how very untrue tha

I've been lathering a generous spread of coconut oil on my belly & boobs for the last few weeks. It's supposed to prevent and/or cut back on stretch marks. I know some women get stretch marks and it just happens and there's nothing they could do about it. I've never had stretch marks, and I'm terrified of them!! Apparently, it's genetic too and my Mom never got them with four kids, so my chances look pretty good. Either way, I was pretty sure I had found a stretch mark last night in the middle of my belly. I "ran" into the living room (my run is becoming more of a wog at this point), and pointed it out to Matt. Let's keep in mind I'm shirtless in this story. He lovingly looks at my imaginary stretch mark, and says it's not a stretch mark. Plus, it was in the middle of my belly. Not a normal starting point for a stretch mark. He then "lovingly" looks at my shirtlessness in front of him and s

When I re-started my blog, I thought it would be filled with witty anecdotes and jokes about the joys of pregnancy and the wacky things people tell you. But what I have discovered is that pregnancy is heavy. Of course, literally, but emotionally too. I'm tearing up as I write this b/c every emotion is on the surface during pregnancy. Everything brings that sting to your eyes, and this is the one time in life where it's OK "because you're pregnant." I cried during worship a week ago. And then the offering song came on, "Great I Am", and Matt & I looked at each other knowingly b/c we LOVE that song, and I cried all over again. And then our speaker was a severely wounded Vietnam vet whose grenade he was holding  6" from his face was shot by a sniper and exploded all over his body. And I cried for the next half hour. And then we went up to pray with people, and for some reason, that ALWAYS makes me cry. Even before I