Oh how times have changed

I think it started back in high school. I busied myself with school, church, the boyfriend, cheerleading, etc. so much so that I rarely had a free night at home. My senior year I had two jobs and helped my mom with a third. I would sometimes eat dinner and change clothes in the car (while driving, don’t tell!) in order to make it from one commitment to the other. The craziness continued in college, although life was streamlined a bit when Collin and I got married and I worked at the same church where we attended with all of our friends. Still, when there wasn’t something official happening, there were people at our house. We started to get antsy if it had been more than a few nights without someone coming over to eat our food or just hang out. Grad school only made matters worse as I became unable to even sit at home for any significant amount of time without getting bored. We went out to eat all the time, busied ourselves with who knows what (really, I don’t even know) and rarely lasted more than a few hours in our little on-campus apartment.

And then we moved to Cambridge. Oh, praise the Lord; life has changed. Now we don’t go out often at all, we cook a ton, we enjoy our friends but aren’t frantic about filling our time with activities. The first year we were here we were involved in a particular activity, but this year decided not to participate because, get this, it lasted until 10pm! Seriously, what’s happened to us that we can’t stay out until 10pm? If we have multiple nights in one week that are busy, I get anxious and sometimes even panic because I feel we aren’t getting enough time at home.

And don’t say it’s because I’m pregnant; this change happened long before little Jabar came along. Regardless of what brought about this change, I’m thankful for it. Thankful that we are content enough in life to want to be at home, doing nothing together. Thankful that we have good friends who make our lives full. Thankful that life isn’t so hectic and scattered all of the time.

We think he will like boats…

Last night we did something that neither of us had ever done before… we painted a real painting on a real canvas! Here’s the video of the project :). 

[If you’re on an iPhone, or other non-flash enabled device, click here (larger, if you’re on wifi) or here (smaller, for you, Cara).]

Our latest scan :)

So we’ve taken a little bit of a vacation from blogging over the past few weeks. But don’t worry, you haven’t been missing out; the lack of blogging has more or less coincided with a very quiet few weeks.

This past week, however, was quite exciting. As many of you may know, we found out that we are having a BOY! We were very excited to get this piece of news, as we’ve been anxiously awaiting the time when we could buy gender-specific baby clothes/stuff!

We went to the hospital on Thursday morning to have our scan. People had been asking us for a while what we “thought” the sex of the baby would be, but we honestly had know idea. We had, however, been referring to the baby as “she” for a while, mostly in an effort to avoid the “it” pronoun. We intended to switch off between “she” and “he” but just didn’t switch to “he”. So over time, I think that we started to envision having a girl, which is something that we didn’t want to do, since we really wanted to go into the scan with zero expectations. To that end, Candice started saying “he” the day before the scan and I adopted the reasonable proposal that since all our friends were having girls, we would probably have a boy, since the 50/50 average has to work out somehow!

The scan itself was fun… I think it would have been more fun if they let me put the jelly stuff on my stomach and then see what I had going on in there, but, alas, that’s not how they operate. The “ultrasound technician” took us on a tour of the cathedral that is Candice’s uterus, and Baby Boy Bullard and I agreed that it actually looks like a nice place to live. He moved around A LOT during the scan, mostly rocking out on the air guitar… although, at one point he did a move that looked like a triple salchow (sow cow), but it was hard to tell with all the air guitar.

 

At the end of the tour around the uterus, the nice lady gave us a clear shot of the “between the leg” area… and there it was, unmistakable… the lady says, “Well, those look like little boy bits to me.” Indeed they were :). The only trouble is, now I’m confused as to whether he’s going to be a figure skater or a rock star? Maybe he’ll take after his uncle Chris?