On the Verge...

So, at 26ish weeks, I got a letter from my OB saying that he was going to be starting his own practice and only doing gynecology. He is moving offices mid-October and would see his OB patients through the end of the year, but then he would be done. I could have stayed with him, but I kind of wanted a doctor who actually wanted to deliver my baby and not one that was biding his time until he could be done delivering babies forever. My 32 week appointment is with a doctor that all my friends have gone to for years and absolutely love. I'm glad to be switching, but I'm just hoping that Abram waits long enough that we are able to have a few meetings before D-Day. Anyway, this was really just an excuse to post a new picture (I've had some requests). So here you are.

It sounds really absurd when I say it out loud, but Quinn and I have had a talk or two about names we like, other than Abram. Not like we are thinking about naming this one something different, but, like, we are naming our next child before this one has even had his first gulp of oxygen. We already know what we would name a girl. That's been decided since we started dating. Weird. But true. So here's the backstory, so you don't think we're crazy: I have two of the most amazing grandmothers in the history of the world. They are the most incredibly Godly women I've ever met. My parents even say that they think the reason we turned out so well is by God's grace through my grandmothers' constant prayers. So, of course, I have always been sentimental about my grandmothers and wanted nothing more than to name a child after one or both of them. But therein lies the rub. (Sorry,Grammy), but my grandmothers have the most Southern sounding, interesting names

In my last post, I included a picture of the "banner" for my etsy shop. It's what goes at the top of my etsy page and is the closest thing to a logo I really have. My friend, who is a very saavy business man at the ripe 'ol age of 27, judiciously commented on my banner by saying: " it looks like it says Jew Smith". Huh. I never thought about it, but I guess if even a few people think that it looks like something other than the name of my business, then it's probably not a good font, right? So I chose a different font. Hopefully this is better... although, it's not quite as whimsical as the other one, which is why I liked it so much. Let me know if you have an opinion. I would appreciate all the help I can get. And thanks, Adam.

After more than six years of people constantly telling me: "You should sell these!" after I give them handmade gifts, I have finally made the first step toward actively pursuing that goal. It wasn't until, maybe, two years ago that I found out about Etsy. If you don't know about Etsy (most of you probably do), it is an ebay-like site for all things handcrafted and vintage. Sellers establish their own "shop" and pay small fees to list items that are handmade, vintage, or supplies to make handcrafted items. I have been an Etsy addict for at least a year now, buying everything from sewing and crocheting patterns to vintage toys and clothes. But never selling. Until now... I type this all dramatically, but I haven't actually sold anything yet. I've just listed a few things that I've been meaning to for quite some time now. I guess that's why I'm "on the verge" of starting a business and not actually starting a business.

My mom always used to get frustrated with me when I was younger, because I had this "bad" habit of starting a new book before I had finished the one that I was reading. This lead to the starting of hundreds of books and the actual completion of, maybe, half of them. At the time, I didn't see why it was a big deal: it was my prerogative, right? I wasn't hurting anyone else by not finishing The Number One Ladies Detective Agency (MOM...) However, now that I am 27, willfully unemployed, and a self-proclaimed "crafter", my previously benign habit has turned into an aspect of my personality that no longer affects just me. I could name at least 20 things that I have started making or doing that are all in the final stages of completion, but haven't been touched in at least a few days (if not weeks or months). To name a few: -a pair of angel wings for a photographer friend of mine need about 20 more minutes of work -a pillow for Abram needs to be closed

Quinn and I visited Pepperdine a few weekends ago when we were in California for a wedding. That campus is really beautiful and I didn't think about it enough when I was there. So we decided that it was small enough and beautiful enough to warrant doing a walking tour rather than a driving one. Luckily, the students were a few days away from being able to be on campus for move in, etc. but there were still a small amount who were looking around with their parents or had been working on campus. As I was walking down lower dorm road on this gorgeous day with my wonderful husband, we passed by two girls who gave me a brief startled glance before overting their eyes. "What the heck?" I thought. "Do I look that old? Is there something on my face? Am I dressed wierd?" And then I realized: I was a college-aged looking person, with nothing on my face, dressed completely normal, who was also definitely 6 months pregnant. I taught high school for 3 years and ta