Lynse Leanne

4th of July weekend I was sobered by some advice I recieved while walking from our local (small town) parade back to our home.

It was hot, I was sweaty, I was uncomfortable.  I don’t like the looks I get since I look like I should be having a baby sooner than I am.  Some people smile, others just have a slight pitty twinge in their eyes.  It freaks me out….maybe I care too much.  Whatever.
We were walking home and a lady sitting there with a new baby and a 3 year old.  She asked when I was due and I said “August 13th…about 6 weeks…though I wish it was now.”  She smiled and asked if it was our first, we responded with yes, we are excited.  She paused for a second and said something that I hadn’t thought about…and Chad hadn’t thought about.

These is our last month (maybe less).  Never again will it just be us.  Never again will we leave the house at 11:23 because we really want pancakes.  Never again will we get that care-free life that we have enjoyed.  It sunk in that life is about to change for the better.  We are so excited to welcome Print, don’t get me wrong, but I realized I was wishing away these last 4 weeks of just us and the care-free life we get to have.

Yes, I am uncomfortable and I can’t walk nearly as fast as normal. I have to pee a million times a day and have a baby kicking my bladder or ribs…sometimes both.  I am tired all the time, but it is the last month of Chad and Lynse.

And because of the discomfort, bathroom changes and so forth I was wishing this time away.  I was wishing it away because I am excited to meet our little man, but I don’t want to wish away this time with Chad.

So we committed to savor each moment before Print joins our family.  Each time we watch a late movie, go to bed late or go out to eat we are going to be fully there because things are going to change….for the better.  And instead of wishing it away we are going to live in the now.

Have you ever spent time wishing things away? I am guilty of it all the time.

lets face it.  my number 1 reason is that I am pregnant and I cry at everything.  So something like this makes crazy amounts of tears flow.

But as any true Oprah Show watcher I have spent actual time in my day thinking about the show ending and how I feel about it.  It makes me pretty sad to think about Oprah not being on at 4.  Literally for my entire life she has been on.  She was one of the consistent things in my life throughout our moves that I could count on.  It was always something my mom and I watched every day after school.  Oprah and Rosie, until Rosie got a little crazy.  But it was consistent.

From Calgary to Franklin to Colorado Springs to Birmingham and then to Vancouver (WA) Oprah was always on.  And sadly, for me it is nostalgic.  I would think about watching it with my mom and in my somewhat not safe world I felt safe for a little while because she and I were together and we were enjoying our afternoons.  It gave us a connection point, something to talk about.

And now that I am 25 and have crazy prego emotions coursing through my veins and tear ducts and I think about how Print and I will connect one day and I remember fondly those moments with my mom.  And our common bond, when there was nothing else was Oprah.

So yes, I am sad The Oprah Show is ending.  Will I survive?  Of course.  Will I cry when I watch the finale?  Yes, I am crying now thinking about it.

But it will end tomorrow.  my life and hers will go on.  I will find another show.  And let’s face it, Print is a boy and probably wouldn’t have liked Oprah anyways.

Will you watch the last Oprah show?

Many of you know that Chad and I are pregnant…well, I am, he is lovingly gaining sympathy weight.  We are due August 13th with a baby boy.  We have finally chosen a name for our little man.

We narrowed it down to 2 middle names so we let our dog choose. The first name was the same, but we equally liked the 2 middle name options….so we let the other family member choose….Jett the dog.

The first name is a family name on Chad’s side.  We really really liked it because it gave us the “family name” as well as a unique name.

So there you have it….the little one has a name.

Did you or will you go traditional or unique when it comes to names?