Emotional Roller Coaster

Whew. I know that they say when you're pregnant that you're on a constant emotional roller coaster of emotions. One minute you're laughing uncontrollably and the next you're crying at that Pamper's commercial on t.v. talking about your baby growing up too quickly.

This weekend has been like that times a million. Dillon and I traveled to Virginia to be with our families after my Grandpa died on Tuesday. His services were set to be on Saturday so we had a few days to travel, visit and try and relax. My second baby shower was supposed to be on Saturday as well, so Dillon's family moved everything to Sunday to accommodate our new plans (and they did so well, as you'll see on the pictures.) 

My aunt, Christine, was planning on coming to the shower on Saturday and since everything had happened last week, she decided to come and visit my mom and dad's house on Friday and have lunch with us. It was such a nice time visiting and just sitting around remembering happy memories. She also brought us a HUGE basket of goodies for the baby. Christine is supremely talented when it comes to sewing, she made Luke bibs, burp cloths, and receiving blankets. She also brought some books for his library and some new little outfits for him. It was like Christmas morning! 

Saturday was Grandpa's services. I want to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers. It means so much to know that we were being thought about in a difficult time. It was a rough day indeed and will take many days, months, years to heal. We've spent time telling stories and looking at pictures, reminiscing about all the good times we've had together. 

When we found out about my Grandpa's services, Dillon's family went into overdrive to re-plan it all. They were able to keep it the same weekend and they threw such a beautiful shower for us. We had about 30 people in attendance and were blessed with a good time with our families. We got lots of diapers, outfits and things to help us on our new journey as parents. Our entire back of the car is filled to the brim! Thank you guys again, it means so much! 

Tomorrow I have a follow up doctor's appointment (I'm going every 2 weeks for awhile and then I have one EVERY week until Luke makes his appearance) and then Tuesday we have our 2nd labor and delivery class, which is a story in and of itself. Enjoy the pictures! 

Chris practices swaddling with Lola

Mom and Dad's pup, Sadie

Visiting...

Hey there...

play time!

Comparing bellies... pretty sure mine's bigger!

Aunt Christine, Me and Dad (can't you tell we're related?)

Red roses sent to my Grandpa from his brother Bob.

Decorations from the shower

Dillon's Granny

Kenzie's Cake

Cincinatti Reds Onesies from my dad... starting him out to be a baseball player already!

So enthused! :)

Kenzie's a master organizer

Me & my awesome sister-in-law. 

Sadness in the Midst of Happiness

Baby plans are coming to completion. Plans are coming together and we're getting to a point where all we will have to do is sit around and wait for Baby Luke to come into the world. We've been getting presents in the mail (thanks Auntie Suzy & Uncle Dave for the Baby Bullet Food Processor, expect an update soon with us testing out home made baby food!) and our parties celebrating the birth of the baby are quickly approaching. 

There is one person, however, that won't be here to celebrate our baby's birth. My grandpa passed away yesterday at the age of 92. It was quite a big shock because even though he was getting up in age, his health was remarkably good. He drove to the post office almost every day, the grocery store every other day, and every few weeks he would drive to Lewisburg to go to Walmart and have lunch out with other family members. He had a heart attack yesterday morning and just didn't make it. 

Since my grandmother died last February, I talked to my grandpa almost every day, just to check in. When I found out I was pregnant last August, Dillon and I called our parents to tell them. We weren't quite ready to announce to the world yet that there could be a baby making an appearance in April but of course they were so excited and the first person my dad told was my grandpa. 

I called him that evening and asked, knowingly, if dad had already told him. He said yes, he had and how wonderful that was. He talked about how my grandma loved her babies, but I know deep down he loved little babies just as much as she did. My pregnancy progressed, and I kept calling him. He would ask how I was feeling and I would tell him about my good and bad days. And then he'd say "Make sure Dillon makes you dinner tonight, he's the one who did this to you!" and he'd laugh real hard. 

When we found out it was a boy, he was the 2nd person I called. He kept saying that we'd all love that baby to death no matter what it was, but he did let it slip at one point that he thought it was a boy! 

The last time I saw him in December, I got to show him pictures of the nursery and before we left he said "Now, don't forget to call me as soon as you go to the hospital!" I promised him I would and fully intended to keep that promise. 

Even though he won't be here to see the baby in person, I promise to tell the baby stories he told me about working in the coal mines, funny stories that he told and yes, even make that Thanksgiving Turkey he gave me at Christmas dance for Luke and tell him that it was a gift from his Great Grandpa. 

3 (4 if you count Luke) generations in a picture.

Grandpa reading his  mail for the day

Dad & Grandpa

Visiting

My grandpa.

Hello family & friends! 

I know that sometimes people's Facebook feeds can be drowned in new parents excitement with their bundle of joy that has just arrived. In order to *try* and cut back on my obsessive picture taking and posts about our new baby (Lucas Grant, due to arrive in April!), I want to try and post pictures and new info on our blog. Dillon and I also have family who choose to avoid the Facebook realm so we want them to be included as well! If you want to keep up with our new family, feel free to read, view pictures and make comments. If not, just ignore this post and future posts! :) 

Last week our friends threw a shower for us and next week is our family shower in Virginia. I already posted photos on Facebook of the shower last weekend, so I won't duplicate here, but next week I'll put our photos on this here blog.

Dillon finally got a day off of work today so we thought it might be a good idea to take some pictures of me before the baby comes. Dillon's an excellent photographer so I slathered on some makeup and said let's go. Our dogs also like to be included in the photos if you can't tell!  

Emma loves to be photographed!(And be near Dillon)

Lols is so wise...

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How hard is it to get out of this position at 7 months pregnant?

The little nursery for Luke... the pile of stuff in the foreground is all stuff that  this new Mama needs to wash!

Fingers swell... wedding bands too tight.

How I feel most days.

My grandma's rocking chair in the nursery.

I love being pregnant!

Hey there doggie.

A girl's best friend.

We look forward to updating you here on our family's trials and tribulations! 69 days and counting until we have baby photos to share with all. XOXO Katie, Dillon & Luke (and maybe Emma and Lola, they say "arf, arf")