an introduction

Meet our precious baby girl, please and thank you!

Lucy Jane Nunnery was born on Thursday, November 21, 2013 at 11:24 p.m. This last week has been a whirlwind in every sense of the word, and we are so happy to call this sweet, beautiful babe ours.


Waiting

These days, most of my time has been spent reading, cleaning, hanging out with Pierce and my family, and waiting...lots and lots of waiting. Baby Lucy is now twelve days overdue. We really didn't think she would be so late. She was measuring ahead for much of the last trimester and we assumed she would come right on time, if not a bit early. But Lucy has other plans. 

Last Wednesday, I went to see the OB for a fetal stress test and an ultrasound to check on baby since I was 41 weeks to the day. Everything was perfectly fine and Lucy is healthy, but the OB  guessed that she will be "at least" nine pounds! When I got that news, I sort of hung my head and muttered, "Oh Jesus," but he reassured me with a laugh by saying she was measuring fine and that I shouldn't worry.

"She'll fit," he told me. I sure hope so!

The next day, I went for an appointment with my midwife and discovered that I was dilated to 3 cm and 50% effaced, which was a huge relief. We weren't expecting there to have been any progress but, unfortunately, not much has happened in the days since. My midwife told me to come back this Wednesday, when I will be 42 weeks, and they will likely give me the option to either be admitted to the hospital and induced or keep waiting. Pierce and I have talked a lot about what we want to do, and I think we're going to go with induction. I feel confident about it because my midwife assured me that since I've already made progress they wouldn't have to give me very much pitocin to get labor started. From there, I can do the rest on my own and still deliver naturally once the pitocin wears off. That was a big encouragement for us since we really want as little intervention as possible. And if we wait until I go into labor on my own, its far more likely that Lucy will be too big and I'll have to undergo a C-section. Neither of these options were a part of the "plan" but, like I said before, I know that plans can change. And at this rate a little pitocin is a far better choice than a C-section. Or...Lucy could still come before then! Whatever happens, we will have a little baby girl soon and we are over the moon about it. This is going to be the best Thanksgiving ever.

In the meantime, here are a few shots of the last week:


Clockwise from top right:

1) Can never get enough of crunchy fall leaves
2) 41 week baby belly
3) A beautiful yellow tree on our street
4) The almost-full moon on Saturday night
5) I found a beautiful dedication in Jennifer Weiner's Little Earthquakes
6) Popcorn and an at-home date night
7) I finished grad school!
8) Coffee and conversations with hubby
9) Lucy's baby wash, ready to go by the kitchen sink, when she's big enough for her first bath
10) Loving on my little sis

It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy: A Review

Happy Friday!

Today I'm excited to share my review of Quanie Miller's sassy new novel It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy. Can I just say that a book with a good ol' fashioned love triangle (square?) gets me every time. If you enjoy a little drama, but don't want any in your own life, then Miller's book is for you, my friends!

It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy: A Summary
Jazzy secretly wants to get back together with her ex-boyfriend, Curtis, so when he calls and reveals that he’s got something important to tell her, she’s got no idea that he’s about to propose—to her first cousin and bitter rival, Mercedes. 

The annual family dinner is coming up, and fearing that she will spend the evening seething while Mercedes flaunts her four carat engagement ring in her face, Jazzy asks Reggie, an Adonis she met at the mall, to accompany her. As fate would have it, not only did Reggie and Mercedes used to date; that backstabbing, leopard print wearing cow is still carrying a torch for him! Revenge. It’s never been so sweet. 
But falling for Reggie? Holy crap! That wasn’t part of the plan! She’s got enough on her plate as it is; restaurant shootouts, a neurotic boss, a mother who spies on the neighbors, and a sister and best friend with man problems that could land them on Jerry Springer. Who has time to fall in love? So when Curtis comes sniffing around again—this time, with an accusation that sends her blood pressure shooting through the roof—the one good nerve that Jazzy’s got left has just about run its course.


It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy: What I Think

I spent a week in New Orleans when I was a sophomore in college, exactly one year before Katrina, and it was one of the best places I've ever visited. The culture, the history...the food. And the author's Louisiana-bred background is clear in her writing. There are deep (and sometimes uncomfortable) familial bonds between her characters which make for authentically funny scenes and, overall, a lighthearted, enjoyable read.

What I love most about this book is the humor with which the protagonist approaches her situation. With so much happening between these characters, it would have been easy for Miller to turn this story into something a little more serious. But it's pure escapism in the best way. At times, it was hard to follow the action, what with the complexities of relationships being what they are, but it didn't take too much to push through those moments. Miller's voice is strong enough to get the job done.

Want more It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy? Visit Quanie Miller's official website here to preview a short excerpt from her debut novel. And be sure to stop by and say hello on Twitter and Facebook!

Thanks for reading! And a big thanks to Quanie for the fun read. Good luck on the rest of the tour!

overdue


Well, Miss Lucy has decided that she is quite cozy in her home and she doesn't seem to have any intention of coming out soon. Yesterday was her due date, but I've known this whole time that it was just an estimate, that it could be off by days or even weeks, and that she would come when she needed to come.

I say she's overdue, but I know Lucy will be right on time.

Now that I've taken time away from work projects in anticipation of our girl's arrival, this week has been lovely and slow. Leaves are falling everywhere and there's a constant breeze, sweeping the smell of firewood and pine into the air, and I'm content. I have moments of impatience and our loved ones are certainly excited for the big phone call, but I've been able to read, relax, sleep, and pray...all much-needed in light of the transformation our little family is about to undergo. Everything is ready for Lucy (except the slipcover for the chair in her nursery, which I just found out will be delivered tomorrow via FedEx...maybe that's what Lucy's been waiting on?) and I bounce back and forth between thinking every twinge and creak in my body is a contraction and completely brushing it all off. It's my first time. I don't really know what to expect. I'm sure I'll figure it out fairly quickly when it's time. But, for the moment, that time is not now.



I had one last appointment with my midwife today and we scheduled a time for me to visit with Dr. Bootstaylor at See Baby next week for an ultrasound. If Lucy hasn't come before then, they'll want to check my amniotic fluid and make sure she has enough room in there and that her size will not be a problem for delivery. We'll talk about induction options but for now that's not a concern. As long as there are no issues with the ultrasound, I'll be able to go to 42 weeks without an induction. I have an ideal plan in my head, but I honestly don't feel too concerned about it all anymore. Lucy will arrive in the best way possible, and I know our midwives and Dr. Bootstaylor will see to that. More than anything, I trust that God designed this pregnancy long before it happened and He knows exactly how Lucy should be brought into this world.

Hopefully the next time I write it will be to announce that we've finally met our baby girl. I'm so excited to share her with the world!

Here's to a happy Halloween, our five year anniversary...and maybe Lucy's birthday, too?


Is it just me...or have I been pregnant forever? 

We found out I was expecting when I was just four weeks along and subsequently told everyone we could think of within the 72-hour period following that discovery. One of my old college buddies just announced her pregnancy (at 12 weeks) and yesterday she posted the gender reveal photos on Facebook. I swear it seemed like four seconds between the two announcements, but that's probably because she waited until she was through the first trimester to share the good news. I'm not good at keeping secrets like that. Not my own, anyway...

I was praying really hard for a Halloween baby yesterday but, obviously, that didn't happen. It's okay, though, because I got a cute costume idea out of it and enjoyed taking what are hopefully some of the last photos of my ever-growing belly. I found out at my last appointment that Lucy is a "large seven pounds" :).

Anyway, I spent the rest of my afternoon trying to get over this dreadful cold and getting the house ready for my women's small group and trick-or-treaters. We had lots of them! I was really excited about that because this time last year we had just moved in and were not even remotely prepared for a bunch of costumed, screaming little ones to ransack our candy dish. So I just stood out in the front yard and waved at everyone as they dashed about in their costumes, feeling out of place and not at all like that weird next door neighbor who piddles about in the yard doing nothing every day.

The girls came over around seven and we finished up our study on Ruth (so good!), ate lots of good food (and maybe some candy, too), and spent a few minutes going around the room sharing our thoughts on the strengths of each woman in the group. It was kind of an impromptu feel-good exercise inspired by the study, but man, oh man, was it encouraging for this mama-to-be. We all hoped that Lucy would come sometime before midnight but we went to bed last night with baby girl still snuggled up close to my ribs. 


Perhaps she'll come today instead? After all, it is our five-year anniversary! We're just a bunch of old married folks now with a baby on the way. And can I tell you something? It's pretty darn amazing. I can't imagine sharing my life with anyone other than Pierce. There were times back in college when I thought I could, and would, but when I look back on the first five years of this incredible adventure, I almost weep with gratitude over the love we share and the simple ease with which we fit one another. This little home we've built together is full of laughter and silliness, love and comfort, hard-work and maybe a little bit of sarcasm, too. And, soon, it will be filled with the sounds of our sweet baby girl...and we cannot wait for that day!

It's a good life, you guys. A really good life.

Happy November!