New Roads

Goodness. Kam is 4 months old, grabbing everything and putting it in her mouth, talking ALL the time, rolling to her side, and being all together a great kid. We have gotten spoiled with her sleeping through the night since she was 6 weeks old, but the past 3 weeks or so she wakes up hungry. Again, not a big deal. We wake up for 20 min and she goes straight back to sleep. Seriously, most easy going, laid back kid. I'm so grateful God blessed her with these attributes.
School for me is great. I love clinic and patient interaction. I even like the few classes I am still in, but am ready to stay home for a few weeks with Kam during break. Jon is doing well also, we are both just ready to graduate and move on the the next step academically- Jon on to seminary, me on to dental school. Poor KD, her parents will be in school FOREVER.
Speaking of "next steps" this Baker family is on the move. We have been invited to go in view of a call to FBS Perkins for the full time Youth Pastor position. We are both excited as to what is to come.
To be really really honest, I am following Jon on this one. When the first called for his resume, I thought, "No way this will happen." However, after several God ordained situations and circumstances, Perkins called for an interview. Again, I thought, "No way." But once again, God spoke loud and clear.
I'd be lying if I said I was nothing but 100% excited about this. Don't get me wrong, this is a great opportunity for Jon, the community is a perfect fit for his ministry and what he feels called to do, BUT- NOWHERE in my plan of life was moving to Perkins, OK. A few things: 1.) I'm a city girl. Like, major sissy, city girl. I can't handle camping and outdoors living and such. I prefer malls, nice restaurants, and indoor activities. 2.) I'm a Sooner. I have gone to OU fro 5 years, and plan on another 4. I go for OU. Always. I would sell my left arm for the chance at meeting/kissing/hugging/freaking out at Bob Stoops. Sherri Coale knows me by name, I have more crimson in my closet than anything else. Moving 10 minutes away from Stillwater was NOT the plan. 3.) I have absolutely zero dental connections in this area of the state. Job wise, I am going here blind.
I can tell you all the reasons why I am feeling the way I am, but all I need to remember is this: Jon is not just called there- WE are. I know God has called me to be a dentist just as much Jon has been called to be youth pastor. But he has also called me to be pastor's wife. And that means trusting, following and obeying to HIS plan. Even when it is polar opposite of what my little mind had stewed up.
So, although it it bittersweet, Jon Kam and myself are off. I find comfort in knowing we are in the safest place- His will. That's the only place I want to be.
So pray for me, pray for Jon as we make this adjustment and transition. I feel I may be stretched out of my comfort zone, but I know God is going to use this as an opportunity of refinement and building.
By the way, Perkins is a great little town. From the little bit I've seen, it's a quaint, nice little area. If I had to live in a small town, there is no reason Perkins wouldn't be chosen (well, minus this whole OSU nonsense.) Again, we are excited and ready to move forward and see what God has in store for us.

Blessed,
Sarah

Welp, She's 3 months old.

Where did the time go? I mean, really? Whoa.

A few stories I need to get on record so I don't forget. Enjoy.

To set this up, Jon had to be out of town for 3 weeks for the Air Force. Ick. I played the role of single mom for awhile and have decided- I hate it. And to be honest, KD is a wonder child. She sleeps through the night, plays by herself when I lay her down, when she wakes up, she will just lay in her crib and gnaw on her hands. She is more patient than I am. I am fairly confident I cried more while Jon was away than she did.

Here's a doozy:
Me and Kam have had a bit of a cold. Just runny nose and sneezing, nothing major. I am changing her diaper- a manifestation of pure immortal power it seems, and get the sneezes. I turn my head the first sneeze. Whew. THEN the second one comes, I turn completely away form the changing table, inhale deeply, and cover my entire mouth with both my hands. My hands that head been changing a diaper. A poopy diaper. You can fill in the blanks. Let 's just say, I used an entire bottle of mouthwash and still gagged. All the while Kam just smiled her toothless grin as if to say, "Heh. You're a dork mom." I Know. Lesson learned.

And another:
I have a problem buying KD bows. I don't consider it a problem. Jon does. Anyways, one of her new ones has glitter on it. She wore it 3 weeks ago. Tuesday morning I had to get to class. I had a patient that boring and was running late. I still had to drop K off at daycare. It came down to either myself or KD getting bathed. I may have lost mother of the year, but went ahead one put Kam down in her crib and I hopped in the shower. I was rushing hoping that maybe I could get Kam a bath to get all that glitter out of her hair. Normally, I would just let her be, but leaving the glitter is evidence to the daycare I didn't bathe my child. Crap. I finish getting ready and turn on the sink for Kam. I go into the bedroom to grab her and she has pooped. Everywhere. On the sheets, on there back, we are talking full fledged shoulder blade action. I pick her up, throw her in the sink and start washing. HINT: always bathe your kid BEFORE you bathe. I had to change scrubs, dry parts of my hair and KD still had that glitter in her hair! I get her dropped off and as I'm sitting there in clinic talking to my patent, I realize as I uncross my legs, "Why are my pants so soft on only one leg?" One second later and I recall- I only shaved one leg. Showering. It's an art these days.

Jon is home now, KD has been bathed several times (glitter is STILL adhering to her tiny little head), I survived.

At 3 months, she loves sitting up and looking around. Only time she wants to be held laying back is when you're feeding her. Yep, that's my daughter. She reaches for the mobile, smiles at faces, not just farts anymore, she can stand really well, and if you put her on her belly and put your hands on the bottoms of her feet, she will push off and inch her away forward. We are close to rolling over completely, we get to the side and her arm gets stuck. Once she is mobile, it's a whole new ballgame, so I'm fine if she were to NOT move. She has proved she is a Baker. She will just start making noises of all different pitches and sounds. Jon and I are waiting for that first actual laugh. We look like idiots trying to provoke it.

October is about to start. My favorite month. Big changes ahead of our little family.

All is well- we are happy and healthy. Kam has changed our lives forever and I wouldn't go back for anything. (Minus the poop mouth).
Thanks for reading, hope you smiled.
Blessed,
Sarah

To my little one,

Hi sweet girl.
Your dad and I love you more each day. You are one of the few things that scares us beyond belief, but we love you even more because of it.
Just so you know- you have hair bows. Cute hair bows. And you have clothes. Cute clothes. You better work on your 'Pretty Girl Rock' right away.
Your dad and I are busy preparing for you. And right now that means focusing on school. Your dad has school, Guard drill, church, softball, basketball, and apparently finding you the perfect Thunder outfit. We love our Thunder, girl. I've been tweeting KD constantly to try and get him at the hospital to be one of your first visitors.
I've been trying to find you the perfect babysitter for next year. Every part of me wants to stay at home with you, but the best way for me to be your Mom is to finish my school and finish it well. Same with your dad. I promise NEVER to leave you with the following:
-people with nasty teeth.
-someone who cannot properly put on and maintain your fabulous hair bows.
-a hippie. Do not get me started little girl...
-a teen that cannot go a day without updating their facebook, tweeting what they had for dinner, telling their myspace how great their boyfriend/fiance/husband is everyday, uploading pictures taken of themselves with their phone in the mirror
-Blake Griffin.
We aren't quite sure who will get to watch you yet, but just know your Dad and I are very picky about who we are going to let into your life. We already want the best for you.
Love you sweet girl.
Mom

Verge

Busy. Busy is the name of the game these days. Jon just simply amazes me sometimes....

We just finished Disciple Now this past weekend at Chisholm. 50 kids. Jon not only organized the entire event from meals to bible studies, but came up with a theme that was perfect for the state of the group.

Verge. On the verge. As a youth group waiting on their new youth pastor, Jon's heart has been to not just be interim, but be a spiritual leader and prepare the hearts of our teens for the new man to come. He has done so beautifully. The teens were challenged to pray daily for their new pastor, and wait with anticipation, not fear. He taught the value of not just 'waiting' but doing. We had JUST finished the weekend and he was already bouncing ideas off of me for the summer. 

Brag session warning: Jon does what I never could. Several times during his new position I start to think, "Why is he working so hard to lead a group we have to eventually leave?" "Why build these strong of relationships and ties to these teens, only to have to break them a few months from now?" "Why not ACT like an interim?" Jon is not your typical interim. Regardless of the title- Jon has been PASTOR to those teens. He cares so much more than any other interim could. He is investing in these kids every week, planning every event, praying every prayer, KNOWING in a short amount of time, we will not be here. We won't get to complete the work. He knows a day will come when goodbyes will be said and both of us will have a new ministry in another place. At times it seems impossible to me that God can call us anywhere else. My insecurities of finding a church that could even measure up to Chisholm overwhelm a willing heart sometimes. It seems the more success the youth group has, the more I cling to my plan that somehow we will never have to leave. Again, JON does what I can't. His leadership not only over the youth group, but our home remains constant. He seems to understand that God is not going to call just him, but both of us. He is confident that although our plans within the next year are uncertain, ultimately He has a plan and all we must do is respond. And wait. Patiently. With a humble heart and calm and righteous spirit. (Ok, I think we all know which one of us is struggling the most here.) Don't get me wrong, whomever the new youth pastor is, Jon and I pray for him, for his wife or family. We pray the transition is smooth and the kids immediately fall in love with him, find trust and friendship, and follow him spiritually and buy into his vision. I guess secretly this whole time in the back of my mind I'm hoping somehow no one will wnat to come to Chisholm and all along we've just been praying for ourselves. Yes- I'm that delusional at times. Like CHBC isn't going to find anyone? Get real. With the staff we have, the PEOPLE we have and the vision and plans our church has, youth pastors will and have been applying by the dozens. They just simply have to choose the best one. Whoever the new guy is, he will be blessed. 

This weekend I finally faced reality that Jon and I are on the "Verge" ourselves. WE are the ones standing on the Jordan, about to be called to a new place with new people, and a new home. As much as Jon had been telling the kids to not just wait, but be preparing, he was telling ME to be preparing for our new circumstance. Jon always says I'm the passive aggressive one, but he ruled the day this weekend. He knew sooner or later I would relinquish my own plans and learn to trust. Not just trust Him, but him. Not just trust that God wasn't going to lead us astray, but that Jon wasn't going to let anything happen to this family he first hasn't anointed with prayer. For me, it's a scary place to be not being in control and not having my plan. Jon however is perfectly comfortable here. He has amazed me how he has handled everything. 

Still, it's bittersweet. At times, more bitter than sweet. CHBC is all I have known. I never envisioned leaving. That was never a part of my plan. Of course I'm biased, but I believe my bias is justified. My dad is one of the best. An educated speaker, a tender heart not only for his congregation but for missions, a vision that is constantly seeking to be in the center of God's will, I could go on and on. He is not just "Dad" to me but also MY pastor. And to have my father-in-law as our worship pastor- blessed. Musically, David is also one of the best.  His voice is one my favorites and I would buy his CD any day. But beyond that, David has an enthusiasm unparalleled. He is called. He obeys his calling, and does it WELL. The thought of being anywhere else and not having those 2 around breaks my heart at times. Add in all our friends and family that have not only seen Jon and I grow up, but helped raise us, this preggo bag of hormones just can't handle it somedays. CHBC is my home. Finding a new 'home' is an oxymoron to me right now.

Good thing my husband is wiser than me. Good thing my husband has a calling so strong, his obedience isn't wavered. Good thing my husband understands His will is not to harm us or bring pain, but to prosper us. Good thing my husband has a Joshua 1:9 heart. Good thing. It's a very good thing.

Blessed,

Sarah

Dear little girl,

Hi little one,
Your dad finally felt you kick. He was amazed and so excited. You are a bit of a tease. You would kick one right after the other, and the second your dad would get his hand on my belly, you'd stop. Funny little thing, aren't ya?
We are in our third trimester now! 3 months from now and you will be here. I can't believe it. I am so anxious to see what you will look like. For some reason I am fixating on your hair. Will it be straight, wavy, curly, blonde, brown...?
No matter what, I know you will be the cutest most precious baby girl I have ever seen.
I think you like when I exercise. You kick all over the place after I'm done. Good thing, because we registered for a running stroller for you. Me and your dad (and your grandpappa) can't wait to have you with us at the first 5K. Your dad has already bought you your first pair of Nike's:)
Keep growing strong little girl.
Love,
Mom

5K Rollercoaster

Wow- It's been awhile since my last blog. School started getting quite demanding. I survived midterms and when my spring break came, before I knew it I was back in school. I registered during the break and that about did me in!

I had/ still have no concept of what all a baby needs. Good Lord, I was so overwhelmed. Figuring out the whole car seat, carrier, stroller situation just about did me in. And do NOT get me started on the entire breast pumping situation. I was embarrassed just registering for the actual pump. I refused to put any of the accessories you supposedly need for it on the registry. They all make me turn red just reading what they are! After 4 hours at Babies R Us I think we got everything covered. Who knows.

This past weekend your dad and I ran a 5K. Now when I say 'ran', that mostly means waddle. I went into it thinking I would have a bit slower of a time, but it would still be respectable. After the first mile, and me at the back of the pack, my emotions started the roller coaster. Here's a recap:

Mile 1: "This is great! I am feeling good, and quite proud that I'm six months pregnant and can still be active. Pat on the back, good Sarah. Good Momma."

Mile 1.5: "Phew. I am really tired. This hurts more than normal... Wow- lots of other runners are passing me this time... I'm gonna slow down and walk for a bit."

Mile 1.6: "Am I literally dead last?! Did that fat girl just pass me?!"

Mile 1.7: "This baby is changing everything! How can I be dead last? This is all because I'm pregnant! I hate Jon right now! I refuse to be last! REFUSE!"

Mile 1.8: "Well I obviously cannot catch up to the next person. Crap. I got it! I will cross the Finish line backwards! That way technically I beat my daughter!.... She should have to work and train to beat someone. I refuse to let her celebrate mediocrity...This will be a good lesson for her... You have to work to win anythiing...."

Mile 1.9: "Sarah- you are a terrible mother. What mom in their right mind would thinkthis way? Your daughter will change everything. IS changing everything. YOU don't get to be first anymore- you shouldn't WANT to be first anymore. You put your daughter first always- in every aspect of our life. Get with it Sarah Bryan!" (When I get onto myself I still yell "Sarah Bryan!" in my head.)

Mile 2 through 3.1: "Just keep running. Just keep running. Just keep running. Waddle, waddle, waddle..."

I finished. I crossed the line and finished. All throughout the race all the helpers who were passing out water or telling us where to turn would be unenthusiastically clapping. Then as I came up, and they could tell I was pregnant, they each would suddenly get a burst of energy. Their shouts of encouragement and high fives SHOULD have pushed me. SHOULD have made me feel better. But to be honest, while I was running it ticked me off. I wanted to shove their pity cheers right back into their throats. (I'm gonna blame that on my adrenaline and pregnancy rage.)

Needless to say, I was worn out in every way imaginable afterwards. The next day, my hips hurt quite a bit, but overall I felt great. There are a few more 5K's I normally run in the spring- hopefully I have it in me. We'll see!

Blessed,

Sarah

To a healthy baby, from a sick mom....

Well little girl, your mom and dad are pathetic souls today. Monday I woke up with a nasty cough, and by the end of the day I was under the weather to say the least. About an hour after your dad left to play some ball, I got call saying he was leaving and on his way to the after hours clinic. Some xrays and prescription later, your dad busted his ankle up pretty bad. I called in sick to school which is the first time I've voluntarily done so and me and your dad laid around the house all day. He was in too much pain to move, I was too sick to stay conscience for more than an hour. About lunch time when I was trying to find some food for me and your dad with exerting the least amount of energy possible it occurred to me: Lord help us. This was a rare day when I was perfectly happy with you being in my belly instead of out here in the real world. I don't know what I would have done. With an exam looming tomorrow, a last minute patient calling and canceling their appointment, your dad grumpily laying on the couch, and me sounding and feeling like a 86 year old hitch hiker with a smoker's cough, I couldn't imagine adding you in the mix at that moment. I was grateful all I needed to do to keep you happy healthy was to keep breathing, stay away from certain medicines, and feed you some grub. We got through today. I'm currently studying, your dad is bathing, and the world will be better tomorrow. Don't worry though- once you are here with us, you will be more than taken care of. Meanwhile, you keep growing healthy and strong. Someone in the family should be!

Love,
Mom

Dear little girl,

Little one,
You are a girl! For some reason I thought so. Ever since me and your dad found out we both feel so much more connected to you. You'd be amazed how much joy it brings me to be able to say "she" is moving, or this will be "hers". We have your first name picked out and ready to go. There is a debate of a lifetime over your middle name though. I'll wait till we finalize to unveil.
Right now I'm in the library studying for pharmacology. I wish you could learn what I'm learning. You would be the smartest newborn with the amount of time you spend with me with a nose in a book. I will tell you, you have some certain expectations little girl. I want you to be so many things, but probably close to the very top is for you to have a desire to be a highly educated individual. I want you to want to learn new things of value, experience things that you have a passion for and genuinely enjoy what you will end up as a career.
This past weekend we went with your two grandmothers to An Affair of the Heart. It's a huge shopping extravaganza. After just finding out earlier in the week you were a precious little girl, you made a HAUL. Your grandmas went crazy. You will definitely have some cute outfits waiting on you when you get here. On the way home, you were kicking like crazy as if to say, "Turn around Mom! I'm not done shopping!" If you are anything like me, fashion will be important to you. I vow to dress you classy and cute as long as you'll let me. I can't imagine what trend will be around in your teen years. Remind me of 'jeggings' the first time I ask you, "you want to wear what?!" As long as you don't look like a hussy, you'll have some room for experimentation.
While on the subject of your grandmas: your dad's mom is one of the sweetest people you will ever have in your life. She will teach you so much that I never could. She has such a sweet spirit of mercy and patience. (Watch out- I use the words 'suck it up' a lot with your dad.) I think she has picked out 'Nana' for her name, but she was the first to tell me she will be whatever YOU say. She loves you already so much and can't wait to meet you. I'm looking forward to seeing the bond you two will come to share.
My mom on the other hand, wow! Her names have consisted of "Kray-Kray to Laobi, to Gran". She is my best friend in life. She has a deep compassion for people and always puts her family first. She is a clinical director at a hospital for rehab. People have to be pretty smart to work for her, so she knows her stuff. She is one of the most efficient women I know. How she excels at a full time job, maintains an immaculate household, loves her husband and kids the way she does amazes me. And all while wearing great shoes! I know she will love you with all she has and want to take you on multiple shopping excursions. I'll warn you now though- sometimes she gets a bit too excited... Let's just say I went through a phase when nearly everything she bought for me, she had a matching outfit. It may be cute as a baby and toddler, but in the 6th grade, it's less than ideal. I promise I'll try to watch out for ya:)

I think you love oranges. After I eat them, you kick like crazy.

I love you little one.
Love,
Mom

It's a......

Do you remember that feeling you used to get on Christmas Eve? The one where you would lie in bed for hours wondering and thinking about the following morning? So giddy and anxious to get the show on the road? That was Jon and myself nights before finding out the gender. My appointment wasn't until 3 that afternoon. I had clinic that morning and lecture to sit through and an hour drive from Weatherford to endure before getting the ultrasound. Man, I never knew you had to drink SO much water before you went in and you couldn't go to the bathroom until after! 3:30 rolled around and let me tell you, you would have found one MAD pregnant woman with a full bladder pacing, doing the pee dance, and eyes locked on the door for her name to be called. I was very uncomfortable, and my patience was failing. What's even worse was Jon was happily sitting next to me playing Sudoku on his phone, sipping on a Sonic drink, just having a swell time.
Well, we finally got called back. They went through all the anatomy of the baby. Some things I could see, others, just another blob. Our sweet little technician asked if we wanted to know the gender or not, and as non-chalantly as possible Jon and I both said, "Sure, yeah." But inside I was screaming, "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"
Pull out the bows! We have a little girl on board! I had a 'hunch' that it was a girl. No rational behind it, but for some reason, I just thought a baby girl was growing. Jon is excited, but absolutely terrified, like every other first time father of a girl I presume. We both LOVE knowing we can call 'it' a 'her' and our 'daughter.' The technician said she was having a tough time seeing the gender at first because she was sitting with her legs crossed. Already being a lady! Way to go little one!
We had picked up a picture frame that was made for an ultrasound that said "Love at first sight." We put a profile pic in it and let the grandmas open it together over dinner. Either way I think they still would have reacted the same. Those two are going to spoil this little chica rotten. We already have plans this weekend to go to Affair of the Heart this weekend. Lord help our bank accounts. It is going to be VERY difficult to refrain from buying things.
Based off the measurements they bumped my due date up to June 25th. I am happy about that. I'm wanting as much time at home with her as possible before I need to return to school.
It was a good good day today.
Blessed,
Sarah

Snow Days

Wow- 4 consecutive days with school called off. Jon and I luckily were snowed in in Mustang, not Weatherford. The roads were crazy with snow drifts and ice. We got to catch up on some movies, TV and I actually got some studying in. The whole time I kept thinking, this is just a tiny glimpse of what my brother and sister-in-law have to live in EVERY day in Minnesota! Holy Moly, I could not do it.
Monday night I was in the bedroom tidying up, Jon was in the kitchen. Out of nowhere I screamed! I felt like someone had punched me from the inside out. Jon comes running in asking what's wrong. It took me second to understand, but YES- I finally felt the baby kick! Let me tell you, it was no 'butterfly feeling' or 'bubbling'. I've felt it a couple times since. Lord help me if I have a soccer player in there... Or even worse, a kicker for the football team!
We find out on Tuesday the gender. I'd love to tell the blog world I have some thought out cute way of telling our family and friends, but to be honest, Jon and I will not be able to hold the secret longer than a few minutes, so a phone call and mass text will most likely be the mode of communication.
Until then,

Blessed,
Sarah

Dear kiddo

Hey little one,
In just 3 short weeks your Dad and I find out if you are a boy or girl. I can't tell you how anxious we are. You are definitely growing. My belly has somewhat "popped" and I look more pregnant than like I've had too big a lunch. I haven't felt you move yet I don't think.
I'm starting to get together ideas for your crib, bedding, ect... I know you could not care less at the moment but I want you to be as comfortable as possible in this new world. Your two grandmas have helped me out by helping me get some maternity clothes. So far, you have been a great tool for new clothes! I promise though, that's as far as it will go. I promise anytime you are out with your Uncle Josh, you will not be used to pick up chicks. Yes, Uncle Josh, you'll get to know him very close I'm sure. Both your uncles in fact. Uncle Josh and Phil are an adventure all by themselves. I can't guarantee that they will know the correct protocol on feeding or changing your diaper, but I can promise you will always have fun with them. Those two are a couple of the best friends I have. I can't wait for you to meet them. Uncle Josh carries an ultrasound picture of you in his wallet, and you've already been extended an invitation to Uncle Phil and Aunt Gina camp. Your aunt Gina will pick up the slack where Phil and Josh might be weak. You're going to have so many great memories with them. I can't wait for YOU to tell ME the stories.
You are definitely loved. Keep growing strong and healthy kid. You'll need energy to meet all of your sweet family.

Love,
Mom

Isaiah 30: 20-21

As the weeks pass on Jon and I have been trying to decide and nail down our plans for the summer and next fall. With his job and school being in two different towns we had been weighing some options on where we needed to plant our new family. The first of many decisions I'm sure that caused a lot of stress and worry. 

I had been struggling on what the right thing to do was. I could see the pros and cons of both sides but a clear correct answer was not unveiled to me. I came to a breaking point. I felt as if this one decision was going to drastically change the course of my kid's life. I felt a huge weight on my chest that I wasn't deciding for just me and Jon now, but for a new human life. I could handle if I made the wrong decision for myself, but the thought of making the wrong choice for my kid sent me over the edge. I moped around and was frustrated for several days. One of the things I love about Jon is his trust. Trust that God's plan will still unfold despite our humanly choices, trust that things will work out for the good of the Lord. I'm more in the boat of believing all that, but asking the questions, "Ok Lord, what needs to happen, what do I need to do in order for this to go Your way?" Many times Jon's trust that I love so much I envy.

I was at his parent's house and bouncing my ideas off of his mom, Jerri. After just a few moments of talking with her I was reminded how blessed I am. Jerri is one of the rare saints on this Earth. We give her a hard time a lot of the times, call her Amish, but the truth of the matter is, she strives harder than anyone I know to be holy and blameless. She takes a lot of pokes for it, but I hope she knows she has the  highest regard of respect. She gently listened and a few weeks later printed me off a devotional she had found. It it was the following verse:

"...He is your teacher; he will not continue to hide from you, but you will see your teacher with your own eyes. If you go the wrong way- to the right or to the left- you will hear a voice saying, "This is the right way, you should go this way" Isaiah 30:20-21

I found comfort, a moment of peace reminding me He would not leave me dangling to figure out what the correct thing to do is. 

I only write about this because I'm sure a similar situation will arise in my life later down the road. I write this as a reminder to myself. 

16 weeks, looking good.

Today I had my Dr's appointment. Baby had a heartbeat of 166 bpm, the exact same as last time. Consistency already! So far at every appointment since our doctor is a family friend, we've gotten to have an ultrasound and see our baby, but today I guess the hospital was busy. Next month though, we will find out if it's a boy or girl. I can't tell you how anxious I am to find out. On one hand, it will give me the green light to start preparing better for the baby buying things here and there I think suits them. (Jon is dreading this because that means spending more money.) On the other hand, I feel like it will make a more personal connection with my kid. I'm tired of calling him or her, "it", or "Spankus". We have a few names in mind and to be honest, we can't wait to name the baby. Instead of saying, "baby doesn't like that", I;ll be able to say "(Insert baby name here) doesn't like that." 

Dr. gave me the green light to travel during Spring break. We aren't going anywhere too far, but Jon and I decided this may be our last chance for a long while. 

I'm so excited Athena will be delivering the baby. She has been my doctor since I was 6, and let me tell you, she's gotten to know me very well! Her daughter and I played on the same softball/ basketball league all through childhood so she has been there at every ER visit, stitch, and surgery. She knows how my body works and was thrilled when she said she WANTED to deliver the baby. I wouldn't have chosen anyone else. She's very laid back and truly has my best interest at heart. She is truly one of God's extended great physicians. 

I start back to school tomorrow and head back to Weatherford. It's comforting knowing in 4 short months I'll be out for the summer and will have a month or so to just focus on getting this kid into the world. But for now, I pray I can stay focused and not just survive school but conquer it. I'll admit I'm a bit of a nerd and getting A's feel good. 

I see KD on TV, time for me to Thunder Up!

Blessed,

Sarah

To baby, some Dad notes.

Last night I was reminded how blessed you're going to be. Your dad planned and organized a lock-in for the youth of our church. We were hoping for 40 kids, planned for 50. We ended up with over 100 teenagers! With your dad in charge that can be a scary thing! But he did great. Of course, a huge amount of help was given from our great youth workers. After staying up all night your dad slept in till about 2pm, which is much deserved! He had just as much fun as the teens did.

Here's some things you need to know about your dad. I'm sure you will come to figure these out on your own, but hopefully this may give you a head start.

1. Your dad is a hard worker. He will always find a way to provide what you need. That being said, all your WANTS may not be met, but you will never go a day in your life that your dad has not made sure you and me are taken care of. He prides himself on it. And he is determined to teach you to be the same way.

2. Dad is a softy. He talks a big talk, but deep down we both know he wants to give us everything. Lord help him if you are a little girl...

3. Your dad (and your mom I'm afraid) is stubborn. Me and your  dad dated for 5 years before we got married, and are on our 6th month of marriage, and we STILL haven't figured out how to back down and not feel the need to get the last word.

4. We are competitive! You will learn quick that me and your dad love to compete. In sports, board games, even in house work we love winning and hate losing. Rest assured, we want the best for you in whatever you do and will support you so you can be the best you can. We figure we have all the sports covered. Singing or music you will have your Baker grandparents to help. And don't think we forgot about school. We have high expectations for you, little one.

5. Your dad is funny. So funny. Funny to the point where you can't really stay mad or frustrated with him. It drives your mama crazy:) This is one attribute that if you have, I'm in trouble as a parent. I appreciate humor, so if you have the smallest funny bone in you and figure out how to utilize it, I have a feeling you will get away with a lot.

6. Your dad loves you. He talks about you all the time. Boy or girl, he can't wait to play catch, take you to OU and Thunder games, and teach you new things. He has so much planned he wants you to experience with him.

That's a short list, but it will get you through your first few years on Earth. You are a blessing to us in every way sweet baby. We are looking forward to meeting you in just 6 short months.

Love,
Mom

Maternal Instinct Kickin' In.

This week has been filled with preparations for me going back to school. Lots of errands and appointments make for a tired girl. Don't get me wrong, I love school. I feel so blessed to be one of the few that enjoy what they study. I love anything related to dentistry and find it not only a science, but an art. I feel affirmed that I am right where God wants me.

With all that said, without school on my mind, I have really gotten a chance to think about how different our lives will be in a few short months. With each passing day, my excitement grows and my fears and anxieties about all the unknowns dissipate. It's finally starting to sink in that not just "a" baby, but MY baby will soon be with us. I spent much of the first trimester thinking and worrying about the circumstances, surroundings, and details of the baby, I completely looked over the little human that is taking form inside of me. I know I will still stress over all the 'things' that will come with the birth of this baby, but even if it's just a few minutes a day, I will rest and take time to think and pray over my child. My app on my phone tells me this is the week he or she can begin to hear. It's a strange and exciting thing knowing my baby will hear my prayers.

Blessed,
Sarah

Pregnancy Card Used.

Today I got to have lunch with one of my best friends, Kaitlin. We went to Fancy That in Norman and just talked. She is one of those friends you can pick up right where you left off and before you know it, an hour has gone by and you never have enough time. She has played ball with me since I was in elementary school, my college roommate and a bridesmaid in my wedding. Anytime we get together I cherish it.

While in Norman I had to take care of some school stuff and needed to go onto the campus for some transcripts. I decided to take a risk and park in an area I knew was restricted. I figured it would be a quick ordeal and I could get in and out before the ticket officer even saw my car. As I was walking back to my car, I turn the corner and there is a straight away to my car. Then I see him. He has his pen and paper out, looking at my car for the tag. I quickly speed up a bit, but then a thought came to mind. I had been tempted for 14 weeks to use it.... Other than with Jon, I don't blame much on the pregnancy. But, the opportunity presented itself, and sadly, I gave in.

I slowed my walk down, pooched my tiny baby bump out as far as I could, and began to waddle. I cradled my belly and made eye contact with the officer. I immediately apologized and almost magically he put away the ticket and his eyes softened. He saw my poor pregnant self and had pity! He asked if he could help me into my car and even offered to open my door. I couldn't believe I was home free! I began to unlock my car door, turned to him to thank him for his mercy and then it happened. He touched my belly. If you know me, you understand my disgust. He wished me well and shut my door. It took everything in me to keep my mouth shut and not slap his chubby fingers away. I guess I didn't get off completely free after all:)

Jon and I went to the Mustang vs. Yukon basketball game tonight. Mustang won:) Watching these kids play Jon and I both get wound up a bit. I can't imagine how intense it will be when MY kid is the one on the court. I may need to keep a sucker in my mouth to keep from getting kicked out. Looking forward to it though!

Blessed,
Sarah

Cradle Plans!

Dear baby,
There is so much you will learn once you're here. I figure these blogs you will one day read, appreciate and maybe even laugh at. You already have so many people who love you and are busy preparing for you to be here. My dad, or 'Grandfather' as you may know him, (he chose this name- we'll see what you ended up naming him;) ) told me tonight he wants to build you a cradle. I was taken back. You see, your grandfather loves woodworking. He made me and your dad a beautiful bookcase as a wedding gift. His dad was also a craftsmen. I think it is so special you will have a handmade piece of love that will rock you to sleep many nights. The time, effort and planning that will go into this cradle is minimal compared to the amount of prayer you are already surrounded in. You will learn quickly how generous, wise, and patient your grandfather is. He is one of my favorite people and I am positive you will be one of his. He will take on many adventures and like he did with me, will love you unconditionally, pray for you daily, and laugh with constantly. I hope when you are old enough to read this you can find your old cradle and think of your grandfather. He is one of many that can't wait to meet you. But for now, you take your time growing healthy and strong. No hurry, your mama is just now staring to enjoy this whole pregnancy thing.

Love,
Mom

New to this...

Hello blog world. I decided to start one of these this year just to see how effective it was. With family scattered all across and Jon and I always changing what the next day brings, this was a simple way to keep my family and friends up to date on what our lives entail, for those of you who want to know that it is. To be honest, it's more of a tool I'm implementing now to show off our baby later:) All in all, this is just something fun for me to try and if it happens to bring a smile to the face of those reading it, that's just icing on the cake. Blogging isn't the only thing I'm new to this year....

I'm 14 weeks pregnant and loving my break from Dental Hygiene school. I found out we were expecting the day before my birthday in October. Although completely unexpected, after a few weeks of shock, Jon and I are so excited to meet the newest addition into our family. I wonder so much what he or she will look like. I wonder if they will be sarcastic like their mom, or a goof ball like their dad. Only time will tell.

We just finished making all the rounds to family for our first Christmas together. Although hectic and tiresome at times, we loved getting to see everyone. This past weekend we were in Kansas. I was reminded how patient Jon is with kids. My two younger cousins kept him busy outside in the freezing weather playing basketball for the majority of the afternoon. He is pretty sure he wants our baby to be a boy, but those two little girls just love him. Watching him shoot around with them gave me a little glimpse of the dad he'll be.

Blessed,
Sarah