Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Just Plan On It!

I'm your typical, Type A, "Planner."

Not that I don't love moments of spontaneity, but day to day living that is well planned out and well thought ahead makes me very comfortable and very relaxed.

Living moment to moment {for every moment} or not having a full handle of what is coming up and what I need to accomplish leaves me stressed and anxious.

So, for the last 6 years I have been a user of a planner.

A very specific planner, that is.

The summer between my Junior and Senior year of high school, I attended the first of three levels of Student Leadership University, where they introduced us to Franklin Covey daytimers and their organizational system.

We were gifted a beautiful black planner that had part of SLU's motto on it {Five Years from now you will be the same person you are today, except for the People you Meet, the Places you Go, and the Books you Read. SO so true.} and a year's worth of pages.

I used it off and on my Senior year of high school, but mainly to keep track of my babysitting jobs and church responsibilities.

I started college and everyone was buying the 8x10 university planner but I knew right away that was an inferior product. So, I went online to order my refill pages and gasped when I saw the prices. Ridiculous.

So, there lay the problem. Once you are aware of a "gourmet," product, the cheap version just won't do it for you. I soon wandered into the planner aisle of Target and all was redeemed when I found that Franklin Covey produced a generic version of their pages for Target!

I bought those filler pages for the next four years and continued to use the black shell for my planner.

The year we moved all over the place (in 2010 we moved to Florida, Virginia, Vancouver, and the Middle East,) I went shopping with a family friend and picked out a new, slightly larger shell (Fire engine red, thank you,) and used that "slim" version for the year.

2011 dawned and I found myself on the other side of the world, with, sadly, no access to a Target.

My sweet mother in law, knowing my disposition and penchant for planning, went and picked out a beautiful new shell and filler pages for me and mailed them to us for Christmas.

And that, my friends, is the very long story of my "Covey," planner.

Everyone has their own system, I am sure, or at least their own lack of a system. Some use post it notes, scraps of paper, plain notebooks, or whatever planner that strikes their fancy that year.

This, is a look into what my system looks like:

Introducing, Bubble Gum Pink Covey:

Isn't she beautiful? My first one zipped shut, my second one didn't stay shut at all, and this one has a cute little clasp. I definitely like this one the best, since it stays shut and doesn't let papers fall out, but it doesn't make the loud "zipping," sound that my first one made.

Zipping noises prove to be quite the distraction for children and adults alike in classroom and work settings.

Or in church.

Or in the movies.

What? I remember things that need to go in my planner at weird times!


Open her up and you'll see this:
1- Behind the cover flap I store pieces of paper that I haven't filed or filled out yet. This was my Fetal Movement chart for my doctor that was ridiculous. One hour, three times a day. I'll admit. I did it twice and then just filled it in for the rest of the month with rough estimates.

2- Payments for various things that need to be made. Though I don't usually carry our cash around and I don't really pay our bills here, I am unofficially in charge of making sure we have the correct change to pay our cleaning lady who comes in and vacuums and mops for me.

3- There are slots for business cards but since people don't really use business cards that often, I put some key verses on mini index cards. I need to switch them up, but I keep forgetting to!

A Typical Week is laid out like this:
1-The top 2/3 of the page is broken up in half hour increments and is used to schedule your day. I am not that busy of a person, so class or church are usually the only things that get "scheduled," unless I have a meeting or Dr. appointment.

2- 1/6 of the page is broken up in a cute little to do list, with a place for check marks and everything. *Sigh* This is my catharsis.

3- The final 1/6th of the page is labeled "Notes." which I use for various things. This semester I am using it to keep track of how many hours I study and how many hours I use my Arabic out in the community, for reporting purposes.

The second half of the week is very similar:

1- On the Friday To Do list portion, I usually put a few chores that I want to accomplish that week. Apparently that week I wanted to "Install a toilet seat, clean our second bathroom, and clean off the balcony." FYI, that balcony never got cleaned off. ha! See? To Do lists don't master my life...I master them!

2- On the Saturday/Sunday to do list, I try to think of a few "honey do's," that I talk to Ian about at the beginning of the week. He'll tell me if they are unreasonable expectations and I edit accordingly. He works on them throughout the week and I get the joy of checking them off. Everyone wins.

3- Since we live thousands of miles from...well...everyone, I have a hard time keeping track of who I have kept in contact with. On the right side of the "Notes," page I keep track of who I have called/skyped with and who I have sent an email or facebook message to.

A close up of the To Do list system:

1- Pretty simple really, a check means "finished."

2- An arrow means "I didn't do this on this day/week and I have put it on an alternative and later to do list." There's also the potential for an "X," but I try to avoid that because "X's" still scream failure to me.

I'm working on it.

There are TONS of extra little pages at the end of the planner: An Address book, Menu Planner pages, Shopping lists, recommended book and movie pages, website and password tracking pages, much more!

The back inside cover has these two features:

1- A Clear zipper pocket to store those loose pieces of paper that you don't want to misplace. I keep coupons, appointment cards, and brochures here.

2- A notepad for various, you know, notes. The best little lesson I learned at the original organizational lecture was the pitfalls of using different pieces of paper to keep track of things. This can lead to lost or misplaced notes and then missed appointments or things. Having this pad of paper for jotting this miscellaneous notes that can then be moved into the various monthly or weekly tabs! This particular note was a list of nursery/baby items that we needed to purchase before Grace's arrival.

Well, that's just it. If I've scared you with this little corner of my mind, I'm sorry! Hopefully, though, some of you can identify with my need to be organized and well planned out!

Monday, March 21, 2011

We're Full Term..Baby!

As of yesterday, we are officially 37 weeks....FULL TERM!

That means that if Grace were to come today, they would not try to stop my labor and that her chance of survival would be about as high as it gets!

All of that to say....I am so excited to meet our little girl!

But she can stay in there awhile longer if she wants.

I am in no rush for the end of the pregnancy to come, as I am comfortable, not swelling, and sleeping well at night.

That could all change tomorrow, but for today we're praying that she stays in and keeps getting bigger and stronger!

Happy 37 weeks and 1 day Grace Madeline Galloway!

Your Mommy and Daddy love you so much and are so excited to meet you and hold you!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Pregnancy Brain...

I've been wondering for months when "pregnancy brain," would show up in my life.

I knew this elusive yet comical state of being would bring much entertainment to the Galloway household.

I can, after all, laugh at myself.

Most of the time.

So, yesterday, after pouring myself a glass of milk to go with my lunch, it surprised me, 4 hours later, when Ian started asking where that new gallon of milk was.

I told him, "I finished up the old one, opened the new one, and put it back in the fridge!"

"Nope, definitely not in the fridge!"

And our fridge is tiny, think just bigger than a dorm fridge and you'll get the idea, so there was no way it was hiding behind anything.

10 minutes later, and a comical search throughout the house led us to the cup cabinet, where I had pulled down my milk glass, poured a glass of milk, then promptly put the milk back into the cabinet.

Perfect.

Tell me I'm not alone on this one. Anyone else have a moment of "Pregnancy Brain?" What about just a "Blonde moment," that you'd like to share?

I think we could all use a laugh now and again, right?

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Lost Week

The week is going down in my pregnancy hall of fame as "the lost week."

I'm not even sure where the time has gone!

The past 72 hours have been spent with me sick, on the couch, with a stomach bug or maybe food poisoning. Only, we didn't realize that's what it was until AFTER my weekly dr appointment when he guessed a bladder infection and had tests run for that (I had been running a fever with chills/sweats for about 48 hours.)

Fun.

Too bad the stomach virus part didn't come on until the moment we stepped in the door from the hospital! Luckily, it was before I started an antibiotic or even got the test results back.

I'm not full of complaints, surprisingly. I have alot to be rejoicing over right now, such as:

1.) Baby Grace is officially head down!

2.) Her slight deceleration in heart rate that the dr noticed at the last appointment wasn't there this time, so he guessed she just got excited and then simmered down at the last appointment!

3.) My Classical Arabic teacher delivered her baby yesterday...yay! Except she's two weeks behind me! How did that happen? And why isn't my baby in my arms yet?

(I Joke, I joke! Grace can stay in as long as she needs to get healthy, have strong lungs, and get plenty plump!)

4.) Politically, things have simmered down here. There's still things going on but it isn't nearly as "exciting," as it was 3-4 weeks ago!

5.) And here's the big one folks....

WE GOT OUR VISAS!!!!!!

This means our 2- 2 1/2 hour car trip to the hospital is effectively cut down to 45 minutes to an hour!

Praise God!

They came in 2-4 weeks early and couldn't come at a better time. We are so grateful, and so excited.

6.) We got a care package in the mail today from a group of women in Lebanon, TN- stocked full of muffin mixes, Mac N Cheese (I'd been craving this for weeks!) bacon bits, and pepperoni! It's the little things, folks.

*Sigh* Pepperoni. I haven't had real pepperoni in...well, I'm not sure how long. 6 months? I think a friend here served us pizza with real pepperoni on it a couple of months ago, but I couldn't be a hyena and pick them all off greedily.

Now, I can.

Be Prepared.

(anyone else hear the song from the Lion King in their head when they think of hyenas? No? Just me? Okay, carry on.)

7.) We got our car seat installed, contact list made, and hospital bags packed. We have to take them with us every time we go over the border now, just in case we need to stay over there! So surreal!

So, despite being ill and not seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, I have much to be thankful for.

I even have a belly picture for 36 weeks, but, seeing as I haven't loaded it on the computer yet, you'll just have to wait.

Curious? Just look at my profile picture, and imagine a much larger, much puffier Brittney with a watermelon stuffed under my shirt.

Perfect.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

And Exhale....

Life has been...full lately.

I don't think it's a good full or a bad full, necessarily, just full.

I told Ian that this weekend felt like I took a big breath in {in anticipation of a relaxing weekend,} and then it was just so jam packed with paperwork, fellowships, phone calls, housework, and social things that I never actually got to exhale.

To cap it all off, this whole "interrupted pregnancy sleep" thing is really a damper on my usual chipper spirits. And please don't leave comments about how it just gets worse when baby gets here, because I really don't want to hear it right now.

I told my friend that I am probably dehydrated because I'm staying away from water so much. It's like my mind and body know that for every 8 oz of water I drink, I will be getting up once in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Conservation of energy, or something like that, I suppose.

All of that griping to say that I had an amazing night tonight. Or rather, day today. I made it home from school in one piece and just collapsed. I took a three hour nap and then got up and gave myself a "spa night." Every once in a while I like to let myself take a 2nd shower (in the evening,) that is extra long and I then tweeze, shave, pluck, trim and paint nails to my hearts content, all while wearing a clarifying mask.

It's a beautiful time.

Plus, I come out of it feeling so refreshed and rejuvenated that all negative aspects of my day (weekend, or week,) have just been washed away.

I was in major need of one today. You know you look like a mess when 3 out of 4 teachers make comments about your tired and haphazard appearance in the middle of class. Jeesh.

Nothing like making a pregnant woman feel beautiful, huh?

In my defense, I had been up since 4 am with head splitting headache and wore my curly hair up in a ponytail, which I never do. I mean, it's always up, since hair out and about is kind of a no-no in this culture, but I don't usually wear it curly because that would mean it being wet in the morning, which is also a no-no in this culture.

But, when a male teacher tells you that it's time for this baby to come out because you look so exhausted, you know it's time to have a spa night. So that's what I did.

I also may, or may not be, {but definitely am} holding a small grudge against this male teacher for the next day or so.

Ian and I made dinner together (hamburgers, cucumber slices, and twice baked potatoes,) shared a Mars bar, and then he headed out to run some errands.

I spent the evening powering through the ever tedious manual laundry cycle, cleaning up the kitchen, washing dishes, folding Grace's layette items for the hospital, cleaning out the fridge, charging the camera battery and cleaning the camera for the big day, and forcing myself to drink some water (8 oz down, aren't you proud?)

All of this oh-so-exciting information is not very pertinent to your existence, I'm sure, but seeing as we really haven't been doing anything of note, I figured it was high time to let the world know that:

1.) Yes, I'm still alive
2.) No baby yet
3.) My life is still as boring as ever.

The rest of the week is forecasting to be just as dull, so I can't promise much beyond my 36 week update, but I take solace in the fact that alot of you seem to be in blogging slumps as well.

Hooray for mediocrity!

Monday, March 7, 2011

35 Weeks and All is Well...

I am shocked at this "35 weeks," business.

I mean, naturally, 35 would follow 32, 33, and 34, but something about 35 weeks makes it seem SO close.

Maybe it's the fact that Grace will be here {probably,} in 35 days or less.

Or maybe it's the fact that my belly is so huge now, I feel as if I might be mistaken for a small hill while laying down.

Maybe it's the pressure to have her turn in the next 10 days..or else {Turn, baby, turn!}

or Maybe, just maybe, it's the fact that we will officially be parents in five weeks or less.

Who knows.

This pregnancy has really been a dream pregnancy. No morning sickness, healthy weight gain, no blood sugar, blood pressure, or circulation issues, and minimal disturbances to my sleep. My emotions, for the most part, have been steady and those pesky Braxton Hicks made their appearance for all of two days before disappearing.

I am so thankful for all of these things!

We toured the maternity ward last week. Saw the delivery room where we'll stay through labor and delivery plus two hours afterward. It was spartan and...medical, but it was clean and spacious. We then got to tour the after delivery rooms, where we will be for 24-48 hours. They showed us the normal room and the upgraded room (for the local people, they like to have a sitting room attached to the hospital room where all of the family can gather and sit on the floor.)

We weren't even given the option of seeing the VIP rooms.

Sheesh. ha! The normal room will do just fine and we know it won't even matter how fancy or well decorated the room is, since all we'll be caring about is our precious baby girl.

This weeks tasks are to tackle our contact list, installing the car seat, packing the hospital bag, and getting all of her embassy paperwork ready.

Oh, and trying to figure out how to get our cash advance from our overseas insurance company. Otherwise, the hospital won't admit us. Ha. That would be a problem.

I finished washing all of Grace's newborn and 0-3 month clothes, along with all of her linens (towels, sheets, burp cloths, blankets,) at my friend's house, since they have a real washing machine and dryer. Everything is put away, hung up, or folded and her layette items are sitting on her changing table, ready to be put into our hospital back.

Crazy.

The only baby related task that may never get tackled? Her baby blanket that I was crocheting. Especially if she comes early! If she holds off for another week (or 4) then I'll have my spring break to lay around the house, crocheting until my fingers blister. Otherwise, she'll have to make do with a baby scarf, instead of a baby blanket!

9 Days until my next Doctor's appointment. We'll get to do an ultrasound to determine her position, blood work, and other such necessities and we'll be at the 36 week and 4 day mark on that day!

I am so ready to hold her in my arms and cuddle and love on her!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Concerned Ones,

We finally have our internet restored and I figured it was time to address the {lovingly stated} comments and messages of concerns about our situation in the Middle East.

First of all, we're fine.

We're safe, happy, and in a peaceful situation.

Praise be to God.

Most of you have figured out where we live, though I don't specifically state where that is. In the last four days, our peaceful little country has begun to see touches of unrest that have infiltrated much of the Middle East already.

Ours is slightly different though, since the people are not calling for a total overhaul and reform. Simply put, an estimated 50-60% of adults under 30 are unemployed. They need jobs. They have no way to make an income. And since weddings here are on the financial shoulders of the groom to be, costing upwards of 28,000 US dollars for the dowry, gifts, and wedding itself, you have a whole generation of young men that are unable to wed and move on with their lives. So, they are asking for the creation of jobs, unemployment benefits, etc.

They are also asking for the country, which is run by a King (kind of,) to make some reforms to the parliamentary body, a kind of advisory council. Currently the members are not voted in and do not have much power. The people want the parliament to be voted in while also increasing their responsibilities and power. The people are not calling for the removal of the King. As much as I can tell, as an outsider, they still love him and do not want necessarily to have the right to vote in their leader- as much as that might blow our "freedom for choice," and "right to vote," western minds.

The majority of the gatherings and "protests," have been peaceful- some have been even compared to a tailgate, with groups of 4-5 men standing around talking as they await news and word from the government. A wave of "yays," {only the Arabic equivalent,} are heard and then the crowd disperses.

There have been some non-peaceful gatherings, with the major one ending in the death of an individual and several other wounded. The causes for these incidences have not yet been revealed, though I have my suspicions that these were out of line protesters.

The repercussion for this one city's protests is that the rest of us may face gas shortages, as the gasoline is trucked in from the other port city. We've stocked up and will not let the car reach "empty," again, just in case.

Much like you would do when a hurricane approaches. Except I don't have to board up my windows or stock up on food.

Comically enough, our biggest concern is that our import store (over an hour away, by the way,) was looted and burned, so where, oh where, will I be able to buy my cream cheese frosting or frozen bagels?

To that, I do not have an answer.

We keep rolling our eyes and going "why did they have to loot the store?!" It won't open again until the company is sure everything is calmed down. Boo.

I do want to thank everyone for their concern for the situation in the Middle East.

Some deal with their love for us by not realizing how large this region is, geographically speaking, and by overgeneralizing one problem to the whole region. Much like saying "oh my gosh, there was a tornado in Kansas, are you okay in Florida?!"

To those who want to know our plan of action, it is this: Be wise, have open ears and eyes, and keep our family updated and calm in the States.

If anything were to escalate, you can probably expect a few less blog posts as we would go ahead and go across the border. I am, after all, almost 35 weeks pregnant and our hospital is on the other side of the border, in a still completely peaceful country.

I will be honest with you, my mind does go to the If and What Then questions quite often. It's not like the imagination of my childhood, where I ceaselessly pretended to be an orphan on the street or in a war torn country, living in the woods. Instead, it's me going over mental lists of what I would pack, how long it would take to do a visa/border run, and where we would stay on the other side.

At this time, I truly don't believe it will even come close to that. But, I am human, and am an outsider in a foreign culture. I won't pretend to understand all of the dynamics of things here.

We greatly appreciate your prayers for us, other friends, and for the people of the Middle East.

Remember, any people group can not know true Peace until they know the Prince of Peace.

Expecting anything else is relying solely on the power of human nature and discourse, which is faulty and sin filled at best.

All is possible through Him.

Blessings,


(Ian and baby Grace, as well!)