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The moment has come to revisit all that's done
And welcome you home, through you the pain is gone
Through your eyes, I'll see the heights of all that you will be
And I will shout among the loud a sense of pride in you in me
I imagine this, lights shining on your face
To five the first kiss, love realized in this
I've been waiting to seize that day to hold you in my arms
To give you all I couldn't have, to be the one that guides you
I want to be the one who holds your hand
I want to show all you need to be a man
I want to be used to teach the hope I have inside
The one that gives you joy to thrive
The one that gave a life to guide you through
This promise is made, I'll never leave your side
To take on my plate, the task to grow your life
To see you through these weathered eyes is all the joy I need
To know that I will be your dad is something I'll treasure inside
-Garrett Lim | | |
| It's official: I can no longer run. I have to stick with walking.  I go for a 2-mile walk in the morning (because that's all I have time for - walking is so much slower than running, didn't you know?) and I try to walk in the afternoon, depending on how much time I have and whether or not I have to teach a SET class. I remember the day when I would whip out a 6-7 mile run in the morning in under 1 hour, come home, shower, change, and start my day. Ahh, those were the days. I guess I'll pick up the tempo after all this baby comes out.
The main reason I can't run is because my belly is too heavy. There's too much weight there and as the baby is getting bigger, he is starting to stomp on my bladder. Multiply that with the impact of jogging and you have a really painful (and embarrassing!) experience.
One of my favorite times of the day is at night, when G and I get into bed, and we have our pillow talk moments. These days, pillow talk includes talking with the Baby. G likes to rest his head on my ribcage, and talk to him about his day, his ups and downs, and that he can't wait to meet and hold him. Last night's conversation went something like this:
"Hello in there...you're growing bigger and bigger. Son, let me tell you about this little sac that's next to your home. It's called a bladder. I know you're running out of room in there and you're doing your slam dunks, kicks, and punches, but if you could please avoid Mommy's bladder, she would really appreciate it. Thanks!" Baby usually responds with a kick and G feels it on his cheek! 
-NL
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| I feel like we're really cutting down to the wire. Even though I still have about 2 1/2 months before Baby arrives, my nesting senses are kicking in and I'm in a constant state of anxiety about the state of the baby room. It's nice to have deadlines to help get our butts in gear and know that by a certain date, we have to paint the room, so by a certain date, we need to clean all the crap out of there. These past 4 years since we've lived there, that room has been a big storage room. We shoved all the stuff that we didn't want to look at in that space. We just assumed that if it's "out of sight", it's "out of mind". Well, now it IS "on our mind" and we can't ignore the mess. Every single item in that room must be cleaned out. And where does it all go? We have no more space to shove it. True, there is some storage space in the garage, but what it comes down to, is "what stuff do we REALLY need"? And the reality is, not much. That stuff has been out of our sight for 4 years (some even longer - we just transported it from our old house) and we did fine without it. I don't want to shove more junk into the garage and just keep displacing it, which is what happened when we last moved.
Last night, 3 bags of trash were disposed, but it looked like hardly a dent was made. Why did we keep these things for all these years? I have a feeling that many more bags will visit the landfill. Books are going to be donated. E-waste will be taken care of. We found enough pencils, lined paper, graph paper, pens, hi-lighters, tape, other school supplies that will last our kids until college. I did allow Garrett to keep his Super Nintendo games. He believes they will be collector's items - he still had the console, although he threw it out cause it was definitely broken. We also created a little box for his Chicago White Sox 2005 World Series memorabilia (newspaper clippings, ticket stubs, etc).
It's time to organize and start anew, and to stop buying "stuff".
-NL
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| Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been cheating on Xanga with Mr. Facebook. I'm feeling little Lucas kick more and more. He used to kick really low but now he's all over the place. I like to mess with him. Apparently, babies can now detect light as their fused eyelids begin to open. I shine a flashlight directly onto my bare belly and he moves away from it. Then I shine it to the other side so he spins around. Then I move it to around and so does he! It's hilarious. Garrett thinks he'll get me back by being rambunctious and disturb ME when I'm trying to sleep, which I'm sure will be the case anyway.
It's been fun teaching exercise classes. Everyone asks me how long I'll continue to do them, and I say "as long as the baby stays in my tummy!" I hope that stays true cause I must admit, it's getting more and more taxing to keep up with all the choreography, etc. But I do what I can and it's a great workout. I tried doing tricep dips the other day and it was really hard. I then realized it was like I was wearing a huge weighted vest on my body. Yes, I have gained quite a bit of weight, but most people say it's all in my belly. I really hope so.
I'm really looking forward to what our baby will look like. I wonder whose eyes he'll have. Whose smile. Whose height. I can't wait!
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Garrett says to me: "This is what my life would look like in Heaven."
-NL
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